Soaring

Chapter 14

        "Why the hell would I do a Roblox concert?" I ask my management confused. "So I would just what? Type my lyrics into a chat box and hope people care about what I'm doing?" I ask

"No. The band Why Don't We had done a Roblox concert before they broke up. Basically, we set everything up, and there's a screen behind your Roblox character showing the live concert in the studio." Says my management.

"Okay.." I say. "Sorry, it just reminds me of the pretend concerts I used to do on Habbo when that was a thing. You would dress up your avatar and then put them on a stage and then copy and paste your favorite song while your avatar danced." I laugh.

"It is kind of like that. But they'll actually be able to hear you." My manager tells me with a reassuring look on his face as well as in his vocal tone. I nod and get up from the table the meeting is taking place at.

After my Pittsburg show the rest of my shows got put on hold due to my health. I have a contagious sinus infection at the moment so I'm back in Nashville. This is my management's best resource to allow me to continue performing safely. I can live with that honestly.

My managers take me to an empty studio room. Then put me on a chair in front of a camera as they set up my Roblox Avatar to repeat me. "Hi Everyone," I say to the camera. "Can everyone hear me?" I ask watching the chat to see if they can. They can hear me according to the chat currently.

"My name is Ella Lawhite and my debut self-titled album came out a few days ago. I'm going to sing a few songs off of my album for you guys." I smile at the camera. "This is a song called Last Time. Song number five on the album. If you know you know." I smile. Taylor Swift always makes her saddest songs on her album as song number five.

"

Just like a good book, it hurts to see it end

The ones who despise each other end up, friends

It always ends well in books and movies

So why won't he buy what I'm trying to sell?

In every romance book

The main character typically says

"Three words, eight letters, I'm yours"

But I've heard those

Three words

Those

Eight letters

And I'm torn and unsure

Not yours

I'll never understand why you always got so jealous

When you said you didn't want me any longer

That your feelings faded long ago

After I confessed my love that de mayo.

Our fight we last had

Your last words to me

"I love you"

And this last time

Not a word

This last time

You walked away

Last time we spoke

I hadn't realized

This was the last time

I wish I could be as pretty as the other girls

I wonder why they're petty and so much better

Is it my hair bun,

Uggs