Against The Notorious Bad Boy

Against The Notorious Bad Boy: Eleven

Despite the fact I'm on the laptop and you tell me my eyes will be squared. You make the best chicken apart from KFC and always encourage me to write. Love you <3.                                    

 

                                                                  ATNBB: Eleven.

Noah seriously makes me laugh, I don’t know how but I haven’t laughed this much in years. We were in Music, our teacher decided we should perform a song in front of the class as he described us ‘nervous crowd’. Of course, I’m one of those but Noah seemed pretty confident enough. “Now, pick your partners and decided on a song you’ll sing.” Mr. Sanderson boomed making everyone in the room find their partners. Noah obviously picked me despite the fact many girls wanted him, he dragged me to a table where we started to list some songs to duet. “Okay, narrow it down to Selena Gomez’s ‘Love You like a Love Song’ and Dido’s ‘Thank you’,” Noah says, glancing at me.

Yes, listening to Selena Gomez is okay but I prefer Dido – her songs sometimes remind me of reality side not just listening to songs where you can imagine or fantasise yourself. I know deep down, I want to sing this song to Alex not just to everyone but I’m scared of being in front of a crowd where they could throw tomatoes at you – okay, maybe I’m being OTT but you never know. “Kara,” Noah disturbs my ranting thoughts. I stare at him, my mind is made up. “Dido is my choice.” He smiles at me, tilting his head – now I’m wondering what he is thinking. “Guessing this silence means everyone has picked their song,” Mr. Sanderson says. Everyone murmured in agreement with him. “Let’s see the new boy, Noah and Kara.” No time to sweat, this is it – my moment to sing through the lyrics. Noah and I walked past until we reached the front; Mr. Sanderson has already set up everything we need. Noah picked his guitar while I stood infront the microphone. A few students smiling, I blink making this is real. I noticed one of Mimi’s minions sitting at the back there, smirking at me but I won’t be defeated. “Ready, Kara?” Noah asks me. “Yes.” I barely whisper, Noah starts first and then i follow.

My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I,
Got out of bed at all,
The morning rain clouds up my window,
And I can't see at all,
And even if I could it'd all be grey,
But your picture on my wall,
It reminds me that it's not so bad,
It's not so bad.

So far, I blocked everyone out by closing my eyes only thing I could only hear the guitar playing in the background. Singing makes me feel alive as if reality slipping away and all I could do is sing my heart out for those out there. But I feel as if I’m being watched, yes by the class but somewhere else – I shake that feeling away.  

 I drank too much last night, got bills to pay,
My head just feels in pain
I missed the bus and there'll be hell today,
I'm late for work again,
And even if I'm there, they'll all imply,
That I might not last the day,
And then you call me and it's not so bad,
It's not so bad.

And I want to thank you,
For giving me the best day of my life,
And oh, just to be with you,
Is having the best day of my life.

This sing does wonders for me, I feel it now singing in front of crowds clapping and singing with me but I know in the back of my mind it says be realistic.