Katana's POV
"What we're you three's stats from yesterday?" Jessie asks as Emma, Talia, and I finish mixing one of my songs here in Cairo and Megan's in home music studio.
We were supposed to have the day off today, but a violent rainstorm has pretty much ruined everyone's plans so both us and the Canadian team are chilling in Cairo's house.
Right now I'm working on songs that'll be out sometime soon, but I'm only doing two more then I'm gonna relax the rest of the day with my friends and family.
Most of the ladies on both teams are in the big ass music studio watching me, Emma, and Talia work.
I let everyone watch as long as none of them post anything about this on social media so that my songs don't get out before I release them.
"3-4 with 2 singles, and a double." Talia says.
"2-4 with 2 singles." Emma says.
"4-4, with 2 singles, 2 stolen bases, a 1 run homer, and a grand slam." I say. "And I had a no-hitter with 20 strikeouts."
Everyone on team USA who had an at bat got a hit except for Phallon which sucks for her, but she said she had fun so I guess it's okay.
Also, everyone on both teams said they had fun so I'm happy about that.
"How far was your last home run?" Jessie asks.
"It had a projected distance of 459 feet." I say.
"Fucking hell."
"So you really could play professional baseball." Jordyn says.
"Maybe." I say as Emma finishes mixing then I stand up. "Broken Home next please."
"You got it." Emma says then I head into the booth.
Once I'm in the booth, I put the headphones on, then I stand behind the mic
"Ready?" I see Talia say.
I nod then the instrumental for Broken Home starts playing.
A few seconds into the instrumental I start singing.
They would yell, they would scream, they were fighting it out
She would hope, she would pray, she was waiting it out
Holding on to a dream
While she watches these walls fall down
Sharp words like knives, they were cutting her down
Shattered glass like the past, it's a memory now
Holding on to a dream
While she watches these walls fall down
Hey, mom, hey, dad
When did this end?
Where did you lose your happiness?
I'm here alone inside of this broken home
Who's right, who's wrong
Who really cares?
The fault, the blame, the pain's still there
I'm here alone inside of this broken home, this broken home
Wrote it down on the walls, she was screaming it out
Made it clear, she's still here, are you listening now?
Just a ghost in the halls
Feeling empty, they're vacant now
All the battles, all the wars, all the times that you've fought
She's the scar, she's the bruises, she's the pain that you brought
There was life, there was love
Like a light and it's fading out
Hey, mom, hey, dad
When did this end?
Where did you lose your happiness?
I'm here alone inside of this broken home
Who's right, who's wrong
Who really cares?
The fault, the blame, the pain's still there
I'm here alone inside of this broken home, this broken home
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