ONE SHOT WRITING CONTEST (Featuring: Feb-ibig)

ENTRY NO.16

TITLE: The Beginning
Sub-Genre: Teen Fiction
AUTHOR: frustratedwriter2014  

"You cannot seriously expect me to sing at your wedding. Like, hello, I've only sang in the shower with my clothes and the fixtures as my audience!", I whined.

"Please! This is the favor of a lifetime. You can say no to all my requests after this. I'm gonna supply you with chocolates and download your, ahem, anime for one year.", my groom-to-be bestfriend was begging me.

Five seconds have passed.

"Aisht. I give up. Don't even think I'm doing this for you. The chocolate did it and the anime.", I answered him while raising my hands in an 'I surrender' fashion.

Before anything else, I'm Samantha and I'm about to die a social death because of my idiot bestfriend, Nicolo.

He wants me to be one of his freakin' wedding singers.

To tell you the truth, it's quite a compliment to be asked to sing in something as important as his wedding. Problem is I have never ever performed in public and I have never ever dreamed of taking the center stage. I'm more comfortable at the back where I can work without people knowing that I am actually working.

Add to that the fact that the wedding is happening tomorrow.

For reals.

ITS GONNA BE FREAKIN TOMORROW AFTERNOON AND I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT SONG TO SING AND THIS IS MY FREAKIN FIRST TIME.

I'm sooooo gonna kill Nicolo after this. Sorry Yellah, she's the bride if y'all wondering, you're gonna be widowed way too early.

Anyways, I've just learned that my song would be ALL ABOUT US by He is We ft. Owl City.

Nice song. Right?

I don't freakin' know. I haven't even heard it yet and I'm just praying that's in my vocal range-or whatever it is that it's called- and that I do not sound like a frog when I sing it.

I'd love to change the song but what I can I do? Its Nico's wedding so if ever I manage to get married, I'm gonna get even with him by making him sing a Taylor Swift song as revenge.

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Make up: c/o the makeup artist

Outfit: Done. Already delivered in the bride's hotel room.

Shoes: Check. Already with the outfit.

Wedding Gift: A microwave! (Seriously, Nico wouldn't be able to live without this!) Plus my special number during the reception.

Ohhhhkay so the bloody wedding is in 5 hours and here I am, at the church's multi-purpose pavilion for my first and final rehearsal wearing a baggy black top that stops about 2 inches above my lime green shorts paired with my trusty old black Chuck Taylor.

Today I am just aiming for comfort because you know, I'm so freaking nervous.

Scratch that, to say that I'm nervous would be the understatement of the century. There's this churning in my stomach that could only be aptly described as 'MY STOMACH'S HEAD IS DIZZY AND IS ABOUT TO VOMIT ANY SECOND'.

Sorry for the weird descriptions but I'm not so normal and I would love to explain my weirdness to you in a more explicit way but the coordinator suddenly shouted these frightening words:

'NEXT UP: ALL ABOUT US'.

I'm a fan of horror and thriller movies and I don't get frightened easily but trust me, those few words were enough to give me goose bumps.