Bellas Hybrid sister || C.Cullen

Chapter two

Vanessa's point of view:

After my and Abel's song, everyone clapped and Abel got off the stage and I'm going to sing again. First was the dances they put on dance music and now it was time for the slow music and I was going to sing with the microphone in my ear. Abel set up the microwave, so the background music started playing.

Brooklyn baby:

Ta-da-da-da-da-da-da
Ta-da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da
They say I'm too young to love you
I don't know what I need
They think I don't understand
The freedom land of the Seventies
I think I'm too cool to know ya
You say I'm like the ice, I freeze
I'm churnin' out novels like
Beat poetry on Amphetamines
I say
I say

Abel grabbed my hand and we started dancing with me. Once we turned he started dancing with another person and I was dancing with Edward.

Well, my boyfriend's in a band
He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed
I've got feathers in my hair
I get down to Beat poetry
And my jazz collection's rare
I can play almost anything
I'm a Brooklyn baby
I'm a Brooklyn baby
Ta-da-da-da-da-da-da
Ta-da-da-da-da-da-da
Pa-ta-da-da-da-da

We switched partners and I was dancing with Carlisle. He smiled and I smiled back dancing.

They say I'm too young to love you
They say I'm too dumb to see
They judge me like a picture book
By the colors, like they forgot to read
I think we're like fire and water
I think we're like the wind and sea
You're burnin' up, I'm coolin' down
You're up, I'm down
You're blind, I see

He spun me around and pulled me back. We started dancing in sync.

But I'm free, ooh-ooh
I'm free
Well, my boyfriend's in a band
He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed

We switched partners and I was dancing with my sister Bella.

I've got feathers in my hair
I get down to Beat poetry
And my jazz collection's rare
I can play almost anything
I'm a Brooklyn baby
I'm a Brooklyn baby
I'm talking about my generation
Talking about that newer nation
And if you don't like it, you can beat it
Beat it, baby

Then Bella went to Dad and I went back to the area I started singing in.

You never liked the way I said it
If you don't get it, then forget it
'Cause I don't have to fuckin' explain it
And my boyfriend's in a band
He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed
I've got feathers in my hair
I get high on hydroponic weed
And my jazz collection's rare
I get down to Beat poetry
I'm a Brooklyn baby
I'm a Brooklyn baby
Pa-da-pa-pa, pa-de-da
Te-de-de, da-da-ah
Ooh-ooh, woah

Man voice with hers

Yeah, my boyfriend's pretty cool
But he's not as cool as me

Hers:

'Cause I'm a Brooklyn baby

Together:

I'm a Brooklyn baby
Pa-da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da, baby
Ah-ta-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da, baby
Pa-da-da-da-da-da
Pa-pa-da-pa-da, yeah
Yeah, yeah

After the song, another song came on and I danced with Bella. "How have you been Ms.Cullen," I said. "Good," Bella chuckled, "any drama you would like to share your knowledge with Jacob. I overheard the conversation of Jacob running away after getting a wedding invitation." I said nicely. "It's been complicating, he won't give up on trying to get in pants," Bella said jokingly. "Who wouldn't," I said chuckling.