Love... A Niall Horan Love Story

Chapter 7: Sing Your Heart Out

Brielle’s P.O.V.

I fiddled with the microphone in my hand. I was at a Starbucks, which I didn’t even like, performing songs. I glanced over at Addie. Before I could even open my mouth, she said,

“Don’t even think about backing out now. You promised you’d perform and now is not the time to back down. Remember the dare!”

I scowled as I remembered the stupid dare Addie made me do. The deal was, I perform at Starbucks. Three songs, nothing else. If I didn’t, I’d have to run around my town in a bikini screaming ‘I love sex!’ for everyone to hear. Needless to say, I chose to sing. I enjoyed it more.

“Cheer up Bri, you brought this on yourself,” Addie said cheerfully.

“Shut up Addie,” I grumbled.

I messed with my mic again. “I’m nervous,” I confessed.

“Bri, you’ll do great. I’ve heard you sing. You’re amazing,” Addie said confidently.

I wish I shared her confidence.  

“Brielle, you’re on,” the manager popped his head in the room I was waiting in. I nodded weakly.

Addie grabbed my shoulders and made me look her in the eye. “Sing your heart out,” she said.

I swallowed and walked on the stage. It wasn’t big, and there were barely any people there. Good.

“Hi, guys, I’m Brielle and I’ll be singing some songs for you today,” I was surprised how strong my voice was.

“Like the murderer?” a man from the back yelled. “Didn’t you kill your brother?”

I semi-panicked, but then I met Addie’s eyes. You got this, she mouthed. If anything, it gave me confidence.

“That’s me,” I said as I grabbed my guitar. “First I’m going to play You Won’t Feel A Thing by the Script.
I began playing the beginning. For a while, I didn’t look at anyone because I was focusing on my fingers. Then, I started to sing

I’ve been kicked right down I’ve been spat in the face

I’ve been pulled, weighed down  To the lowest place

I’ve been lied to, shamed I have been disgraced

I have been ex-communicated from every holy place

I’ve been beat up and robbed

I’ve been left for dead

For the way I look  For the things I said

When trouble thinks it’s found us

The world falls down around us

I promise baby you won’t ever

You won’t ever feel a thing

Cause I will take it on the chin, eh, for you

So lay your cuts and bruised over my skin

I promise you won’t feel a thing, no

Cause everything the world could throw

I’ll stand in front and take the blow for you

For you

I’ve cleared on the street I’ve been left in the cold

Had my dreams held up Had them shot full of holes