You Did This

Chapter Three

~Dash's POV~

We arrive home with in 10 minutes. I open the door to find more than just our friends. Jack Johnson, Jack Gilinsky, Shawn Mendes, Kian Lawley, Jc Caylen, and Sam Pottorff. "Oh. My. God!" I smile so wide. The Jacks walk up to me and I almost flip my shit. "I'm a huge fan." I say on the verge of tears. "Aweee, She's fangirling." Johnson says. Smile aka Gilinsky, of course smiles and chuckles. "Sammy did this huh?" Sam Pottorff turns around. "What, no- OH" I chuckle. "I'm honestly a huge fan of all you guys, vine, YouTube. Everything." I smile widely. I hug everyone, even my friends and siblings. "Thank you so much Nate." He chuckles softly and tightens his grip. "Sam tells me you want to start a career with singing?" I nod and gulp. "Good."

"YouTube video anyone?" Kian asks. "I was planning on doing a cover actually." I smile shyly. "We should do one together D!" Shawn cheers. "Totally, how about now?" He nods and of course already has his guitar. "Which song?" I think for a minute. "How about A-team?" He smiles and nods. We set my camera up and start recording. "Hey guys, I'm here with the one and only. Shawn Mendes!" He smiles and waves. "Hey guys, Glad to be here with Dash Maloley." I smile "Today we're going to do a cover of A-team." I smile and nod at Shawn signalling him to start.

"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
And sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly

Ripped gloves, rain coat
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
And sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly

An angel will die
Covered in white
Closed eyed
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 to free 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
And 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"

We finish singing and I do the exit. "Thank you guys for watching, and a big thanks to Shawn Mendes and My friends and family for bringing him, and some others here." I smile as they all jump into the frame. I chuckle "Make sure to like, comment, and subscribe if you haven't already! Also, comment who I should make a collab with next out of these lovely faces! Bye my little Ducklings, until next week!" I shove my hand into the lens and stop recording.