My Time

Not much of a scholar or an Intellectual, Taylor is just a teen, misunderstood by society. At the brink of suicide, stumbles upon the opportunity of a lifetime. But deciding to re-live a troubled life proves challenging.

"Maybe they didn't like me because I wasn't left handed. Maybe it was because I didn't have bleached hair. Perhaps it was because I didn't smoke a hundred cigarettes before going on stage. It was probably because I wasn't him. Sure I was full of suicidal pessimism and angst, but I couldn't embody him."

For the purpose of this fanfic, this will be in some crazy universe where the Foo Fighters and any of Dave and Krist' projects post-Nirvana are non-existant.

thanks my guy, enjoy