I Can't Hear You [discontinued.]

1•R I V A L S

2 M O N T H S  L A T E R...

I was officially a sensation.

Even people at my collage were talking all about me.

No, Ladybug. They were all wondering who she was.

But the biggest fan of them all had to be Alya. She immediately burst through our apartment that we shared, face red with excitement, an hour after I'd gotten home from performing.

"Girl, have you heard? Ladybug is the nation's sensation! Everybody loves her! So guess what I started to do? A blog! All based upon who she is under that mask! Ohhh, I love her so much!" She squealed.

"Okay okay Alya, calm down. I don't think today's the day for my ears to explode," I laughed. She giggled a bit too and mumbled an apology.

"Your turn for dinner," I called after her as she started trudging on the way back to her room.

"But you're so much better at cooking than I am!" She yelled.

"We've been through this already, it's your turn." I scolded her.

"Fine, fine," she said as she shut the door. I rolled my eyes with a smile and turned on the news, to see myself there.

I switched the channel to some Spongebob, and I caught him ripping his pants.

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I tugged at my hair, trying to write some new lyrics on the sheet of paper I had in front of me.

My guitar was right there, sitting in front of me, as if tempting me to just grab it and play whatever.

I ignored it and sat back down. Plagg said he needed some new stuff by the next two weeks.

Welp, I'm listening to some songs and looking at poems. It's not as easy to create a catchy rhythm as you may think.

Not when you have a cheese-loving manager that wanted a performance eighteen days from now to surprise everyone.

Just lie down and think of whatever. Write it on paper and put things together.

Wait, that rhymed though.

I now had a theme to go with.

D A Y  O F  O U R  C I N N A M O N  R O L L ' S  C O N C E R T

My father did have his say in this, and provided for this whole career. He was happy for me, actually. My mom was also excited for me, seeing as I haven't shown my voice to the world ever.

At least I'm making them proud.

I was sort of my dad's model today; I was wearing his designed clothes.

Denim jacket that was folded on one side, revealing spikes. The sleeves had neon green stripes on them and a black shirt underneath.

Then I had some simple black jeans that were outlined in green, including black shoes.

The makeup crew put a green line through my now messy hair and a fading black mask painted over my face.

Plagg somehow found a way to get people to come, and my father, so I guess those were the people cheering outside.

I help my guitar in my hands. I felt squirmy; I'd never performed in front of a crowd, even in a choir or something.

Plagg himself walked over with that smelly cheese of his-camembert I think-and gave me a friendly shove.

"You'll do great, kid. Just smile, sing, play, focus, and get the crowds' heart. You'll be a star in no time." He smiled.

I smiled back at him. "Thanks,"

"Oh and by the way, you're on in ten, nine, eight, seven..."

The host introduced me at two seconds, and after I heard my stage name, I walked out to a crowd cheering me on.

Chat Noir has made it to the stage.

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There may

Key word: may

Be some songs written by me in this book, or I'll have them sing covers.

I do have a song written but that's for something else, and then I have another one I wrote about a month ago at 3am

Great timing I know

Welp have a good day/night :)