JUSTIN BIEBER-BEAUTY AND A BEAT

Okay, I have a confession to make.

I like Justin Bieber.

I wouldn’t go as far as to say I was a ‘Belieber’. But I do like him.

There, I said it. And now we can move on and look at ‘Beauty and a Beat’-his latest music video.....

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Real Life In Fiction

She sat next to the window with her small caramel lattè and opened her novel to part three of ‘Anna Karenina’. To many, the act of being able to relax in a coffee house was nothing to relish. But to her, small things like this meant everything.

Four years ago she would have walked past the warmth of a coffee house with red rings around her eyes, too spaced-out and broke to even think of entering. And besides, what was coffee in comparison to cocaine? Nothing.

But four years on, she was clean, had been for ages, and the small coffee in front of her was just enough, tasted better and didn’t leave her wanting to die from the comedown every morning. Coffee didn’t make her stay up late, force her eyes into sunken hollows, and prevent her from enjoying the smaller things in life; things that others often take for granted.

No, this was the life she had craved for so long. She breathed in roasted coffee beans and fresh, clean air, and smiled.

Real Life In Fiction

She walked quickly and with purpose; her heels pounding on the concrete floor and ‘Supermassive Black Hole’ filling her ears. To passers-by she looked disgustingly arrogant; her eyes focused dead ahead, ignoring the faces of those who looked quizzically into hers. She walked like she owned the world, even though she often felt like she was drowning in it.

Pushing past people without apology she didn’t make many friends on the way to her appointment. It began to drizzle and she pulled her hood up over her head. Now she looked threatening. Her friends had always said all her walk needed was a knife in her hand and she’d look like she wanted to murder whoever was in her line of sight. She smiled at the thought, and at the look two older women gave her as they passed. The disdain she managed to draw from strangers amused her.  

But she was finally there and the person who waited, the person who knew her inside out, smiled, knowing the woman behind the walk.

MUSE-THE 2nd LAW

I have always been an avid Muse fan. From ‘Showbiz’ to ‘The Origin of Symmetry’, from ‘Absolution’ to ‘Black Holes & Revelations’ to ‘The Resistance’. Like most Muse fans when ‘The 2nd Law’ was announced, I watched the album trailer and was excited to hear Muse’s latest offering.

However, after trawling forums and fan sites to see what others thought, I found that ‘Muse Go Dubstep’ was met with horror as well as excitement.
 

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You Loved Me And I Froze In Time

Her eyes always lit up when their name appeared on her iPhone screen. As did theirs with her name. How did they still have the power to make each other feel like this? It had been years after they first met.

She would lie in bed at night wishing the arm around her was theirs. Wishing for their kiss, for the feel of their body against hers.

But it was a doomed love. Too much had happened. Too much fire.

Put them in the same room and their eyes would always lock for just that second too long. Their chemistry was palpable; their array of significant others over the years falling to the wayside with jealousy. They both jumped from relationship to relationship; never able to fully commit because of each other. Both their hearts forever wasted.

 

ALEX DAY-BREAKING THE MOULD

Today, I am going to talk about a successful musician from Essex. Now, you may think that there is nothing particularly original, innovative or special about that. But let me tell you, Alex Day is different.

On paper, many record labels would have sneered at his chances of success. He promotes his music through YouTube, allows fans to use and listen to it for free on his website, releases multiple songs at the same time, and continues to remain an unsigned artist despite interest from the record industry. Yet Day still manages to get his songs into the charts; not only in the UK, but all across the world.

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Real Life In Fiction

She was so stressed. Like incredibly, immensely stressed. Lying in bed she knew she would quite happily have taken a nightmare over what had just happened in reality. She had never felt so uncomfortable in all of her life!

Sitting up, she shook her head and made her way downstairs. She felt sick. And it wasn't the one vodka and coke she had sipped slowly throughout the night. It was the person who had tried it on with her relentlessly for the past half an hour; ignoring her ever-increasing protests and continuous repetition of the word 'no'. The image of her shifting across the sofa, further and further away from the person who was causing her this discomfort, until she was practically backed up against the wall, would have been comical, if it hadn't been her in the situation!

The person had been trying to touch her knee and stroke her face and she had recoiled at the touch. She was very Christian Grey-esque in that sense; she hated being touched. Only one person was allowed to touch her like that. And my God, she wanted to see that person so much right now. Instead, she had to settle with the second-best option; pouring the milk into a tall mug she sat down at the kitchen table and sipped the hot, comforting tea.