MITCH AT SING-OFF – 5TH PERFORMANCE:
"No, wait. Give me a chance to explain."
"No, Scott. I can't. My dad set up some conditions. I can only sing in my lower register. It's too dangerous for me. I already have had to give up music college. I can't!"
"But, you wouldn't be singing Mitch!"
I was walking away while he was following on my heels. I stopped abruptly and spun to give him my deadly "you are shittin' me" glare. He almost bumped into me and then my look sent him stepping back a few steps.
He put out his hands and said, "You would be making a sound like a violin, not really singing."
I doubled my death stare and crossed my arms and lowered one hip.
"Like this," he moved his hands like he was playing an invisible violin and sang the notes but they did sound more like he was imitating the sound of a violin than singing. And I knew I could do it better. It really wouldn't be singing it.
"Mitch, we have an incredible arrangement, but we have to deliver EVERY bar. That's the missing piece in 'Love Lockdown.' Everything counts Mitch. Not just now to stay this week, but we have to be perfect every week so we have a chance at the end."
I closed my eyes and covered my face with my hands and tried to center my thoughts.
I felt Scott's hands on my shoulders, "Mitch," I made the mistake of looking at his stupid eyes again. "we need this."
Fuck.
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When Love is Wrong
FanfictionThis is a rewrite of a story I wrote called "Scomiche Alternate Universe." Wrote a lot of it and got horribly lost. Let's see how this attempt goes. I'm rereading, editing and posting a bit at a time.
