Mikaela's POV
"Your wife wants you." Jessie says then she points to stage so I look towards the stage and see Katana holding out a note for me.
"I'll get it." Sam says since she's closest to the stage then she grabs the note and passes it to me.
"Thanks." I say as I grab the note then I look at the note.
MIKKI,
ANNE HATHAWAY'S HERE
JENNIFER HUDSON'S HERE
MATTHEW MCCONAUGHEY'S HERE
HUGH JACKMAN'S HERE
BLAKE LIVELY'S HERE
KELLEY CLARKSON'S HERE
SO MANY FAMOUS PEOPLE ARE
WHAT THE FUCK?
Okay freak out over
Love you
"Poohead." I mumble then I look at the stage where a full 100 person orchestra is sitting.
Emma, Sahara, Talia, and Aurora are now sitting off stage so it's just Katana and the orchestra on stage.
"Well I think we're ready." Katana says into her microphone.
"Yay." Someone cheers.
"Joining me on stage for the rest of the night is The Gateways Music Festival Orchestra." Katana says as she gestures to the all black orchestra that's sitting on the stage then everyone claps.
"Hey they were at Katana's SheBelieves concert." Rose says.
"That they were." Tobin says.
"This next song I thought of when I was working on a secret project." Katana says.
I like Katana's secret project.
"This song is called Viva la Vida." Katana says then the orchestra starts playing.
A couple seconds into the song Katana starts singing.
I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
"Yeah getting an orchestra was the right choice." Christen says.
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listened as the crowd would sing,
"Now the old queen is dead! Long live the queen!"
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you'd gone there was never
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world
It was a wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be Queen?
YOU ARE READING
Letters
FanfictionA letter is never ill-timed; it never interrupts. Instead it waits for us to find the opportune minute, the quiet moment to savor the message. There is an element of timelessness about letter writing. -Lois Wyse
