(Chapter 10: ten songs in this chapter!! Two digits!!)
Walking home from school at Friday, I was almost shaking, and it was hours until I was going to perform. My heart took away the silence of the road with its damn beating.
The second I stepped in the house, my mother was on me with all the gushing. She was just as excited for the show as I was, and she had helped me pick songs in the schedule, and a dress.
"Take off your clothes and hop in the shower in ten seconds! We don't have all day!" She yells at me the same time she's grinning.
I obey, and am almost naked before I reach the bathroom. Mum has put some schampoo and conditioner on the shelf in the shower, and a red fluffy towel.
Scrubbing myself clean, mum comes in with a razor, and begin to remove hair from my legs. She then squishes some gel on them and rub it in on my shins.
And then comes the boring process of me putting on my dress, mum fixing my hair, make-up and nails. And blah, blah, blah.
At least the end result is pretty.
"Mum! Oh my gosh I can't believe it! You're awesome!" I laugh and put on my black flats. She hugs me and I hug back tightly.
"You're so pretty, sweetheart."
At the time I'm all finished, it's five thirty, and I should be there by six, so mum drives me to the fancy restaurant called Aerosquin.
Mr Aeroqule greets me, the co-owner. I know, Aeroqule and Squin, Aerosquin.
"Well, good afternoon Miss Zues."
"Hello, Mr Aeroqule."
"I see you've brought someone here, and who is this stunning lady?"
"That's my mum, Bethany Zues."
They shake hands, but Mr Aeroqule kiss mums knuckles. She blushes and I almost gag.
Really?
But they're somehow - in a strange way - cute, so I let them be.
Mr Aeroqule show me the stage, and my loge. It's almost the size of a small bedroom, but cozy with a mini fridge, a couch, a table with chairs, and a tiny wardrobe.
The hours tick by. I don't really use my voice so much, but the hour before the set time I begin to do vocal excersices. Mum already put make-up on my face and the half hour before stage I also put on my dress.
Mr Scuin also comes in - a bald headed man with a brown and a blue eye - around fifteen minutes before, and tells us the guests are here. They are chewing on their appetisers. Mum do the final touches on my make up, I scan through the lyrics of the songs, and then in pushed to the stage.
"Please welcome tonight's guest for the stage, lovely Will Zues." A voice comes through the speakers. And suddenly I got the attention of twenty men and women.
I begin with my starting number.
"I used to rule the world,
Seas would rise when I gave the word.
Now in the morning I sleep alone,
Feel the streets I used to own." I continue with singing Viva La Vida by Coldplay, and submerge in the lyrics. When the song ends, I recieve a respectful applause.
"That was Viva La Vida, and the next is called Cool Kids by Echosmith."
The music goes on, and I begin to sing.
"Walking in a straight line, that's not really her style. They all got the same heartbeat, but hers is falling behind. Nothing in this world could ever bring them down. Ya they're invincible, and she's just in the background. And she says: "I wish that I could be like the cool kids, cuz all the cool kids they seem to fit in, I wish that I would be like the cool kids, like the cool kids.""
And the list goes on and on and on. The next song is Young Volcanoes by Fall Out Boy, and then it is Human by The Killers.
"The next song is called Irresistible by Fall Out Boy."
"Coming here unannounced, drag my nails on the tile. I just follow your scent you can't just follow my smile. All of your flaws are aligned in this mood of mine. Cutting it to the bone, nothing left to leave behind.
"You ought to keep me concealed just like I was a weapon, I didn't come for a fight, but I will fight to the end. And this one might be your battle, might not turn out okay. You know you look so Seattle, but you feel so LA."
Warriors, by Imagine Dragons is next, followed by Fresh Start Fever by You Me At Six and Titanium by David Guetta and Sia. Gold - Imagine Dragons again - and at last It Ends Tonight by The All American Rejects.
At the last sentences in the last song, people start crying softly. Is this even an appropriate song? I just thought it was good and ended the night and spoke for itself that I was finished. Is this a funeral?! Oh my gosh I hope not.
"When darkness turns to light, it ends tonight, it ends tonight. Just a little insight, won't make this right, it's too late to fight, it ends tonight, it ends tonight. When darkness turns to light, it ends tonight."
The song is finished, and nobody is moving. They just stare at me. I'm a little freaked out. Why are they staring?!
"That was all for me this evening, have a good night. My name is Will Zues."
And that's when it begins.
A low rumble at first, but then spreading through like a wildfire. The applauds won't stop. The audience stands up, wipes their tears, and clap their hands until they get red.
I'm dumbfounded, but I can't stop smiling.
Several minutes later, and they begin to cease. I'm still standing on the stage. People sit down in their chairs, and I begin to make my way to my loge. Though the crowd begins to applaud more and chants "one more!" again and again.
I decide to sing another one. I make my way the the microphone, and with a steady beat, I begin to sing one of my songs I've kept hidden. This they will never know of, though, but I can sing the song while sleeping.
"On a boulevard of broken dreams
The Evil sits back there and grins
And as he fades away
He's the last to say,
"Ignore the pain
It will come again
Ignore the past
Though it never lasts"
Ignore the pain
It will come again
Ignore the past
Though it never lasts
On a street of nightmares
A lonely lit candle flares
And by a corner sits a figure
And as you listen it will whisper,
"People die in vain
People kill for gain
People mourn in sorrow
And some die tomorrow"
People die in vain
People kill for gain
People mourn in sorrow
And some die tomorrow
The Evil hides everywhere
It doesn't listen, it doesn't care
It takes people souls as pillows
And feeds the greed in the meadows
A mother cries
As her child dies
And in her dreaming
She is screaming,
The Evil hides everywhere
It doesn't listen, It doesn't care
It takes people souls as pillows
And feeds the greed in the meadows."
This time the claps of hands only goes on for twenty seconds, and as they clear out, I call out the name of the song.
"The Evil by Will Zues."
I go back to my loge without another word, and hear the round of applause through the thick wall.
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Teen FictionWill Zues loves music, and has an own YouTube channel called SirPent, where she posts covers and songs she writes herself. One day, a boy in her school begins to sing one of her songs, and things begins to get weirder by the minute.
