Fall Out Boy

Holy

(Song used is Holy by PVRIS listen to it it's 103828473/10 guys)

Patrick held his head high as he walked down the hallway, showing no signs of sadness or anger. Only confidence. He ignored the snickers and comments to him and kept walking. He lashed his tail side to side, ears hidden under his hat. He walked into the auditorium, where he had a study hall to himself today, for the other student in with him was absent today. He closed the door behind him, letting the nervousness in his eyes show. His tail flicked rapidly behind him as he set his bag down, relieved to see that he was alone. He relaxed, taking off his hat and singing.

"Well you've done it all, but you've got it all wrong. You don't know, you're a poor unfortunate soul...."

He closed his eyes, standing under the spotlight and letting himself forget where he was.

"Oh, I know, you make it seem that you feel whole. So they don't know, you're a poor unfortunate soul. Yeah, you put on a faith facade, think you're holy when you're not. I hate to break it to you, baby, but you're simply lost. You can right all the wrongs, just to feel you belong, but simply calling out sins, don't bring you closer to God."

Patrick took a deep breath before continuing, singing stronger now.

"You're just a ghost at most, a set of empty bones. Searching for anything and everything to make you feel whole, when it gets cold, oh, oh, oh...."

He pauses for the instrumental, prepping himself for the next part- for this song is sung by a girl, and it went a little high.

"You don't know, no, you don't know. Oh, you're all alone, a poor unfortunate soul. I can't control, where your body lets you go. Oh, you're all alone, you poor unfortunate soul!" Patrick sang out, hitting the higher note perfectly. He finally opened his eyes, to see his music teacher sitting in one of the seats now. He nodded his approval.

"Your voice is beautiful, Patrick. Why haven't you sang to me before?" Mr. Becker said, standing up and walking over to Patrick slowly. Patrick flattened his ears to his head, curling his tail in embarrassment. His face flushed bright red as he hid his face in his cardigan sleeves.

He felt two hands push his away gently, then looked up to see Mr. Becker standing over him with a soft smile. His voice was just as gentle.

"I know you're afraid to let people ear you.... Stage fright is common, it's okay." He said, never looking away from Patrick. "You should work on breaking through that, though.... You have a beautiful voice, and I see so much potential in you. You should at least join the Chorus class I have- your voice will blend with the others. And your range is incredible." Mr. Becker finished, letting go of Patrick's wrists.

Patrick nodded softly, tail flicking around behind him. "Th-thank you, Mr. B-Becker...." He said quietly. Mr. Becker chuckled slightly.

"Whatever for?" He asked. Patrick hugged him hesitantly, tail wagging softly behind him.

"For whatever that was...." Patrick said into his teacher's shirt. "I- I'll try Chorus." He said shyly. Mr. Becker smiled at him.

"Good. I look forward to seeing you in class. Remember," Mr. Becker got down to Patrick's level, "you have a gorgeous voice. And you obviously love to sing. Don't let anyone out you down for it." He stood back up, walking out of the auditorium and leaving Patrick there. Patrick sighed, relieved that that was over. But then he thought about what Mr. Becker said.

'Does he really see so much potential in an unpopular half-dog student who can't sing?' He asked himself. He shook his head, gathering his things. 'You can sing. You impressed Mr. Becker- and he's impossible to please.' The thought brought a smile to Patrick's face.

'If this is what singing does for me, I never wanna stop....'