Darien's POV
"MOM I BROKE TWO FINGERS" I yelled while hugging her
"Aw I'm sorry I didn't last night like I said I was they wanted me to finish my paper work and I worked all night and drove home" she said
"It's okay mom. Now this is an order. Go take a nice long shower and go to bed. oh and can I go to MagCon tomorrow"i asked
"Where at" she asked
"Here" I said
"How much" she asked
"Nila gave me a free VIP pass" I said
"Yes" she said
"THANK YOU I LOVE YOU" I said and kissed her cheek
"No go do what I told you to do" I said and she did
I cleaned the house for her and just watched tv. I ate some food and a couple hours later my mom woke up good as new.
"Hey honey" she said and sat next to me
"Hello mom" I said
"Why aren't you with Hayes and Nash" she asked
"They are at MagCon. And they don't know I'm going tomorrow" I said
"Oh" she said
We watched tv and talked and stuff then I went upstairs and set our three outfits for MagCon.
I got on my iMac and got on twitter. I think I might add a cover to YouTube.
I ask what I should sing on twitter and I got a lot of votes for The A Team.
I set everything up and pressed record and blah blah blah then i started to sing.
"White lips, pale face
Breathing in snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste
Light's gone, day's end
Struggling to pay rent
Long nights, strange men
And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since eighteen
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
Cause we're just under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
Ripped gloves, raincoat
Tried to swim and stay afloat
Dry house, wet clothes
Loose change, bank notes
Weary-eyed, dry throat
Call girl, no phone
And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since eighteen
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
Cause we're just under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
An angel will die
Covered in white
Closed eye
And hoping for a better life
This time, we'll fade out tonight
Straight down the line
And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since eighteen
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
They scream
The worst things in life come free to us
And we're all under the upper hand
Go mad for a couple grams
And we don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland
Or sell love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
To fly, fly
For angels to fly, to fly, to fly
Or angels to die" I sang
After that I put everything away edited it fast then uploaded it. When it was up I tweeted the link and went to bed.
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