away; b.e.[rewritting]

Chapter 81

I press the live button and about 2 thousand people join immediately.

"Hey guys," I say.

"Wassup," Lauren says.

"As you all know in about an hour, I'm dropping my next single so what's better to waste that time than a virtual concert. So please, drop a song you want either me or Lauren to cover and we'll see what we can do," I say.

"For now, let's start with a classic of mine, Upset," Lauren says.

~

"Give us more songs," I say.

bellyache

bellyache yessss

pleaseeee bellyache

"Em, you don't have to," Lauren says.

"It's fine. Just my ex's song," I say. I start strumming the chords.

Sittin' all alone
Mouth full of gum
In the driveway
My friends aren't far
In the back of my car
Lay their bodies
Where's my mind?
Where's my mind?
They'll be here pretty soon
Lookin' through my room
For the money
I'm bitin' my nails
I'm too young to go to jail
It's kinda funny
Where's my mind?
Where's my mind?
Where's my mind?
Where's my mind?
Maybe it's in the gutter
Where I left my lover
What an expensive fake
My V is for Vendetta
Thought that I'd feel better
But now I got a bellyache
Everything I do
The way I wear my noose
Like a necklace
I wanna make him scared
Like I could be anywhere
Like I'm wreckless
I lost my mind
I don't mind
Where's my mind?
Where's my mind?
Maybe it's in the gutter
Where I left my lover
What an expensive fake
My V is for Vendetta
Thought that I'd feel better
But now I got a bellyache
Maybe it's in the gutter
Where I left my lover
What an expensive fake
My V is for Vendetta
Thought that I'd feel better
But now I got a bellyache

"I'm still not over your voice. I've known you for over a year and it still puts me in shock every time," Lauren says.

I laugh.

what do we have to expect for the song

"Definitely a darker song. I put a trigger warning at the beginning of the song so people are warned. This song was made with anger and sadness but very necessary," I say.

DUDE THEY FINISHED THE INVESTIGATION. IT WASNT A FAKE 100 DOLLAR BILL

"You're shitting me," I say.

"They aren't lying," Lauren says and shows me a New York Times article saying it wasn't a fake 100.

"Unbelievable," I scoff.

"Tyson wasn't perfect but he almost was. He's the reason I am who I am. He didn't deserve this. No one does. No one deserves the penalty of death," I say.

I check the time and see it's 6:57.

"Alright yall, i'm gonna start the post for the song," I end the live.

"I want to release Internet tonight at 9 which is 12 eastern," Lauren says.

"Definitely possible. Hannah finished making the art cover?" I ask.