"Life's too short to be sittin' round miserable. People gon' talk whether you doing bad or good." - Rihanna
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This is the real world. And I'm well aware of that. But if this were the High School Musical world then there's no doubt that I would be the super extremely nice Gabriella. While Stefany Myers's was Sharpay.
And I don't mean this in a I'm the main character type of happy ending. Nope. I mean, that I'm way too nice and a fucking pushover. Because Stefany—God bless her soul—lives for the attention and will do almost anything in her power to get, exactly what she wants.
When I joined this group of a cappella girls, I thought it would be helpful for me. Also I just really enjoy singing covers. I have zero interest in songwriting.
I've been singing since I was a child.
My parents discovered that I had a voice when I was eight years old, due to my obsession with Selena's music. I had her Como La Flor and Bidi Bidi Bom Bom on repeat. And I would sing the shit out of the songs.
Of course my mom wasted no time and put me in choir at our church. Then I was also in choir classes all through school. Which I didn't mind. I love to sing. But it's not something that I would've chose to major in.
I wanted to be an author. But in my family, we women don't get that choice. It's made for us. Like everything else.
My mom says, that I'm to be married—just like she was—to a rich man, who's daddy works with my father. I'll be a housewife, and bear his children to continue his name. Since I won't work, I'll major in music as a hobby. Because my life will be complete as a mother.
What the fuck is this the 1800s? What a fucking joke.
Stefany's groan startles me from my thoughts. "I don't see how this is even up for debate." She grumbles. "I'm literally the only one fit to solo for the upcoming show." She rolls her eyes. And I can never tell if she actually speaks this way or she's purposely trying to sound like Kim Kardashian.
Mila let's out an exasperated sigh. "Actually, you're not Stefany." She says back to her, looking over the top pissed. Mila Nguyen is the leader of the group. She's a senior this year and has all of us preparing for the ceremony to see who will take her place next year. She's also super cool and chill. So I know for a fact that Stefany has now worked all her patience. "The reason we are all here today is because we can all sing. You're not better than anyone."
The look on Stefany's face is priceless. She's not only offended but embarrassed. "I never said I was better. But because of the song you chose...I thought fit my voice the best."
Last year when I joined. Mila was just elected to run the Bells. And in my opinion she's done great. We've got invited to sing at places that previous Bells hadn't. That's a great achievement for her as the leader. Now her job is to find one of us to top what she's done.
