Darcy Anne Styles *UNDER EDITING*

The A Team.

"Darcy's pov" 

I got bored waiting for ash to finish, so I decided to go and sing, as well as play an instrument, since I haven't in a while.

I choose the piano, and mess around with a song that I love, until it sounds right, now I decide to sing with it.

"White lips, pale face, breathin in the snowflakes, lights gone days end, Struggling to pay rent, long nights strange Men.

And they say she's in the class A team stuck in her daydream been this way since 18 but lately her face seems slowly sinking wasting crumbling like pastries and they scream the worst things in life come free to us, just under the upper hand, going mad for a couple grams, and she don't want to go outside, tonight. In a pike she flys to the motherlands, orsells love to another man, its to cold outside for angels to fly, angels to fly.

Ripped gloves, rain-coat try to swim stay afloat, Dry house wet clothes. Loose change, bank notes, weary-eyed dry throat, cool girl no phone. 

And they say she's in the class A team, stuck in her daydream, been this way since 18 but lately her face seems slowly sinking wasting, crumbling like pastries and they scream the worst things in life come free to us cause we're just under the upper hand, going mad for a couple grams, and she don't wanna go outside tonight, so in a pike she fly to the motherland, or sells love to another man, its to cold outside tonight for angels to fly, angels to fly.

Oh, oh oh oh oh. oh oh, oh oh oh , oh oh.

And they say shes in the class A team, stuck in her daydream been this way since 18 but lately her face seems slowly sinking wasting, crumbling like pastries and they scream the worst things in life come free to us. Cause we're just under the upper hand, go mad for a couple grams, and she don't want to go outside tonight, and in a pike she flies to the motherland, or sells love to another man, its to cold outside for angels to fly, angels to fly.

Fly."

I finish, then go to exit the music room, and I see Ashton, with his mouth dropped, must have not heard the door open.

" Why didn't you tell me you could sing, or play Piano, what else haven't you told me?"

He asks, with a hurt look, mixed with shock and confusion.

" Because I haven't sang  since I last saw my Dad, and I didn't feel like music was important "

I say, hurt evident in my eyes.

"Sorry Darc, your just really good, when did you start again? "

"Yesterday when Maria wouldn't sleep"

"What else can you play? "

"Drums, Guitar..... Yeah that's about it"

"Wow!"

"Can you uh play me a song, and sing with it? "

He asks, suddenly looking shy..

"Sure, what instrument? "

"Guitar"