(Thank you to everyone who is interacting with the book! I haven't updated any of my stories due to a relapse in my thoughts, I've only updated a feelings book that I intend to take down. Again, my apologies and here's a poorly written excuse for a chapter.)
(Y/N)'s POV
Brendon left as I was comforting the now crying redhead. "Why are you crying you did good!" Wiping tears from her cheek. "You were good!"
"You were better and I know it. I'm getting voted out." She was, probably next round, two people would get voted out and then the two left would battle to be crowned the winner of the contest. "Listen, we all have done great."
Brendon's act seemed to be starting. "Is this the real life, is this a fantasy?" He was singing Bohemian Rhapsody. Come on! "Shit!" He was good at it though, ten times better than me. "Why are you cursing all the sudden?" The blonde looked at me, obviously shocked by my profanity. "Oh it's just that... I was planning on doing Bohemian Rhapsody." I looked at the floor, "It's one of my favorite songs on the piano."
"You can still do it, but better." The blonde fixed his hair. "He doesn't have a piano, you plan on using piano, they are different acts." He was right, they were different. I had piano to backup my vocals. "Yeah, you're right. But maybe they'll think I'm trying to copy him..."
My mind wandered off, unoriginal. Copycat. That was one of my first contest, I didn't want this to be the same.
"Thank you! Thank you!" Brendon shouted from the stage. He walked to the back. "Judgement time. Good luck." We all congregated onto the stage, one person would be voted out.
"You all did... Great. But one fell behind, Jason, you didn't impress us as much as the others did, you didn't impress us at all. You need to work on your vocals. Goodbye." The saddened and stoned Jason, blondie, walked off the stage and shamefully into the crowd. "The person who really stood out this round... This is tough. But I'll have to go with (Y/N)." I grinned a very big grin and did an awkward bow. "Thank you judges." We all streamed backstage and waited for the next round.
"I can't believe I got best of this round, I thought Brendon did amazingly well." I got up, and went to change. If I was gonna do I Don't Love You, I need to look like a proper MCR member. I put a little black eyeshadow around my eye, and then a black button up and a red tie. "This works." The other outfit I had was a baby blue suit made for women, a black tie to contrast the pastels.
I went back to sit with the rest, the foldable chair shifting with my weight. "Who are you?" Brendon smiled and let out a little, dorky laugh. "I'm Gerard Way, all the way from battery city." I loved referencing my band, even in real life.
"Sing me a song Gerard." That was a weird suggestion, but it wouldn't hurt. "Um... Okay?" I weakly sang Welcome to the Black Parade. "Oh, I was joking. Don't strain your voice we are competing still, miss best of round."
That's right. Don't be nice. Be a venomous, non-remorseful asshole who kills the competition.
"Thanks for reminding me of how amazing I am." I batted my eyelashes innocently, some of the makeup I'd put on smudging.
Our routine repeated, we all go on stage, and of course being the cocky ass I am, I didn't feel worried I wouldn't be the best this round. Then again, Brendon sang Carry on my Wayward Son (aye spn FAM?) by Kansas, and very well.
"I'm afraid we are voting two people out this round, and the final two will compete. Kassidy..." The blue haired girls ears perked up. "...Ariel, you're out. Goodbye." Kassidy looked like she was about to burst into tears, poor thing. Redhead was already crying.
"Best of round goes to, Brendon." He bowed, his hair flipping forward. I giggled as he went back up, now that's some crazy hair.
(7:30 am still haven't slept and I gotta do stuff today oops hahah I need to get my life together.)
