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-Chapter 16: Seconds (The Ball Part 1)-

-Chapter 16: Seconds (The Ball Part 1)- in case you didn't see the full thing.

Disclaimer, I want to say one big thing, if you read my book, without listening to the song as it's playing, then please,
Get out. Yes get ouuuuuuuuttttt leaveeee, get outttttttttt. This book is not for you.
If you do, thank you, this book is for you, even if the book has only 0 reads, thanks. The main idea for this book, was to compile my favourite songs, and make it into a book with a cohesive plot. So if you just skip them or merely read the lyrics, it wouldn't make sense and you'd miss the whole idea. There's a reason why I chose them, some songs set the mood, but most of them are performance wise, and do need instrumental, like need them to the point that you won't vibe if you ignore listening to them. I'm saying this cause the next few are like that. Anyways, it's your life, I just hope you enjoy listening to the music and the book, and enough me ranting anyway. Here you go. [You read the talent show chapter, you know what I mean]

"F*ck, F*ck, F*ck," I said, fiddling with the key, trying to put it in, the sound from the hall, reaching where I was.

"This thing should just open!" I shouted as I, not so gently, kicked the door and making it open.

"Finally!"

[Switch to the hall]

The audience clapped as the host opened up the event. He was wearing a black suit, with a black shirt and a white inner shirt, his trousers black too, matching his outfit.

"We have reached the end of this year! We are barely over a fortnight away from next year and what a year it has been." [A

no timeline] He continued, "As you can see, I am going out all black today, no one died today, except the negativity around us, am I right?"

Cringe

I looked through the music room, the place where the instruments were was dusty. After some time, I found a guitar with a pick strapped to it. It had two shades of brown, the main colour being very light brown and the secondary more darker. It felt perfect in my hands. I plucked at the strings and I instantly knew it was electric, though it still had an acoustic feel.

"We have put on a beautiful show, for you tonight, sadly our band couldn't make today, so one of our students volunteered to fill in for them, along with the wonderful staff we have with us." A round of applause followed him as he ended his sentence.

Volunteered? They forced me into this. I picked up the guitar and ran the way back.

Stupid, I said to myself as I went back and locked up the room.

"Zach! Zacccch!" A voice called me.

"Chriss?"

"And without further ado, to open this year's Ball, may I invite, our star 11th grader, Zach...."

"Yes? They just called my name, I need to run, what?" I asked, hastily.

"Mr. Adams said that you, know what go I'll tell you later."

"WHY DID YOU WASTE MY TIME?????" I exclaimed, shoving past him and into the back door, just in time.

"MONROE!!!!" The audience clapped for me and I stepped on the stage. I took a deep breath and stepped on the stage.

Was I confident in my abilities? Yes.

Was I confident in my performance? No. Thoughts like this raced through my mind as I approached the microphone.

I plugged in my guitar and waited. It's a piece of cake, I thought as the drummer hit the drumsticks. Aubrey was in the back too, with Summer, cheering me on.
I could do this. Easy.

I took another deep breath

I got the audience to follow me as I clapped, hyping them up.

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[3RD PERSON POV]

*Tick**Tick**Tick*

[Instrumental] (ad-lib)

[Trumpet & Drums in the background] [After some time]

Ooooh, ooh, ooooh, ooooooh, (uhh)

Take a look around the room, (ahh)
Love comes wearing disguises, (uhh)
[Zach glances at Aubrey and smiles]
How to go about to choose, (ahh)
Break it down by shapes and sizes, (uhh)
I'm a man who's got very (ahh) specific taste.

You-you-you're just my type!
Ooh, you got a pulse and you are breathing,
You-you-you're just my type!
Ooh, I think it's time that we get leaving
You-you-you're just my type!
Ooooh, ooh, ooooh, ooooooh,

When there's loving in the air, (ahh)
Don't fight it, just keep breathing, (uhh)
I can't help myself but stare, (ahh)
Double checks for double meanings (uhh)
I'm a man who's got very (ahh) specific taste.

[High-point]

You-you-you're just my type!
Ooh, you got a pulse and you are breathing,
You-you-you're just my type!
Ooh, I think it's time that we get leaving
You-you-you're just my type!
Ooooh, ooh, ooooh, ooooooh,

[Crowd stands up and joins in]

[Beat slows down]

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.

[High point 2]

[Beat speeds up]

[Instrumental]

You-you-you're just my type!
Ooh, you got a pulse and you are breathing,
You-you-you're just my type!
Ooh, I think it's time that we get leaving
You-you-you're just my type!
Ooooh, ooh, ooooh, ooooooh,

[ZACH'S POV]

What did I say,
Easy.

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Song: My Type - Saint Motel

Gone.