The War Crime Family (Wilbur fanfic)

Chapter 15-The Event

Wilbur's POV
*Skipping to when the last Green house did their talent*
*...*
*The last one was Tubbo if you're wondering, he's playing the piano*

"Wow, thats a good a great Talent for an age like you." The host exclaimed

"I swear to god-" Tubbo snapped

"Alright! And we're going thanks again uh...host." Dream said anxiously as he pulled Tubbo off the stage.

"..."
"*Clears throat* Anyways, now that we're done with the Primaries, lets move on to the Secondaries! Lets welcome...William Gold! From Red Hoooooouuuuuuuseeeee." The host exclaimed as the curtains close and the workers ran towards the stage to bring the piano aside. "Come on mate, you got this." Phil reassured as I took a deep breath and stepped onto the stage and sitting on the chair the workers had prepared for me.

I adjusted the microphone a little when I noticed the curtains opening. When the curtains were finally wide open revealing the amount of people there, I froze. This was even more nervous wrecking. I then whispered to myself, "C'mon Wilbur, you've got this...you have spoken to the audience in court but why are you like this in front of the normal audience. Come on..."

Taking a deep breath despite my heart beating so fast. I started
*clears throat*

"Hi- um everyone." I started, "My name is William Gold, I'm from Sec2 uh. And now, I would like to uh, show you guys a little song that I made for this show." I looked to where Phil was and he gestured his hands telling me to move on. I tighten my lips nervously as I looked back to the audience and said,

"This song is called It's All Futile, It's All Pointless, um I hope you guys will like it. Here we go."

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Normal: Normal voice
Slanted: Pitch Voice

"I've lost the passion- I've lost the passion that comes with living~
...
Since I started university~
...
I took a geography course to learn the datelines!
And maybe use a sextant

But now I just press facsimiles~
...
And you're exactly who you wanted to be
...
That's what you said

'Cause you wanna watch TV and sleep all day and lay in bed but,
You're forgetting that I've got to go to work and eat my food,
And pay my rent and reproduce and feed those kids
And maybe use a sextant

I~
Dont~
Miss~
You~...

I miss the thought of what we were

*Ukulele noises while I started to feel like the audience did really liked it cause no one has shown any signs of actually liking it*

Oh, this is the part where I shut up,
And let you, infest my brain

Wrap your arms around my cortex
Dig you in let you drain~

You'll never get rid of me~
Oh I'm like a f- a literal a disease.

I'll make a hole in your gut,
Cause it's somewhere warm to sleep,

*Ukulele noises*

What was your thought when you realised,
You never feel naive off ag-ain,

Was it pain?
Was it sickness?
Were you proud of who you'd been?

The shyness waiting for his phone calls,
Replace by apathy in dating apps
You held his hands that felt like flying~