I took a deep breath and looked at the stage. I've always been afraid of people I didn't know. So This was terrifying. Even if it was just auditions I wanted to crawl in a corner and have a panic attack.
Right now Miss.Bitch Melanie was on stage lip syncing to the song... I don't even know by some slut named I don't even know.
I looked down at my snowflake necklace dad gave me for my 12th birthday. I smiled as Melanie walked off of stage and gave me the microphone. Looked at Jakey and his bass and Oliver and his guitar. Ry had her drum sticks and then our name was called.
"Up next is composed misfits with the song teenagers!" A lady said and we walked out and the music started but I didn't. I froze. Do something! And I did.
I dropped the mic and ran off the stage as everyone gasped and I threw up in a trash can. I heard a few pairs of footsteps and someone rubbed my back and held my hair. Nobody was back here so it must've been Jakey. Then they started to hum. Daddy. He hummed 'the ghost of you' as I sat on the floor an wiped my mouth with my sleeve.
"Jenna!" Ry yelled running in and she hugged me. "Are you okay?" She asked and I nodded.
"Just don't look in the trash can.' I said and laughed a bit. "But," I said and stood up. "Im all good." I said and grabbed the microphone.
Soon I was in stage and they started to play and I finally got the courage to sing.
They're gonna clean up your looks
With all the lies in the books
To make a citizen out of you
Because they sleep with a gun
And keep an eye on you, son
So they can watch all the things you do
Because the drugs never work
They're gonna give you a smirk
'Cause they got methods of keeping you clean
They're gonna rip up your heads,
Your aspirations to shreds
Another cog in the murder machine
They said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed
So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me
The boys and girls in the clique
The awful names that they stick
You're never gonna fit in much, kid
But if you're troubled and hurt
What you got under your shirt
Will make them pay for the things that they did
They said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed
So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me
Ohhh yeah!
They said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed
So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me
All together now!
Teenagers scare the living shit out of me
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed
So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me
[x2]' Wow. That. Was. Awesome. Everyone clapped but the judges did not look amused. What the fuck is wrong with them.
"No one your age can do... that!" One said. Everyone agreed.
"But we did." I sassed. They looked at me.
"Okay do something by yourselves to show is you can actually do that." Another said and that's what we did. I sang a few lines of 'The ghost of you' and everyone else did Something. Proved wrong bitches!
This is the stupidest chapter ever. Eh whatever I wrote it while I was camping. Hush! Okay well, BYE! >•< MEOW!
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