Todos aplaudiram.
Neels: garotas você arrasaram.
Jace: agora é a vez dos homens!
Alex: ei! Conhece a música Nothin' no you?
Meninos:
Beautiful girls all over the world, I could be chasing
But my time would be wasted, they got nothing on you, baby
Nothing on you, baby
They might say hi, and I might say hey
But you shouldn't worry, about what they say
Cause they got nothing on you, baby (Yeah)
Nothing on you, baby (N-n-n-nothing on you baby, n-nothing on you)
I know you feel where I'm coming from
Regardless of the things in my past that I've done
Most of it really was for the hell of the fun
On a carousel, so around I spun
With no direction, just tryna get some
Tryna chase skirts, living in the summer sun
And so I lost more than I had ever won
And honestly, I ended up with none
It's so much nonsense, it's on my conscience
I'm thinking "maybe I should get it out"
And I don't wanna sound redundant
But I was wondering, if there was something that you wanna know
But never mind that, we should let it go
Cause we don't wanna be a t.v. episode
And all the bad thoughts, just let em go, go, go
Hands down, there will never be another one (nope)
I've been around, and I've never seen another one (never)
Because your style, I 'aint really got nothin' on (nothing)
And you wild when you 'aint got nothin' on? (haha)
Baby you the whole package
Plus you pay your taxes
And you keep it real, while them others stay plastic
You're my Wonder Woman, call me Mr. Fantastic
Stop- now think about it
I've been to London, I've been to Paris
Even way out there in Tokyo
Back home down in Georgia, to New Orleans
But you always steal the show
And just like that girl, you got me froze
Like a Nintendo 64
If you never knew, well, now you know, know, know
Everywhere I go, I'm always hearing your name
And no matter where I'm at, girl you make me wanna sing
Whether by bus or by plane, or by car, or by train
No other girl's on my brain, and you the one to blame
Quando eles terminaram, nos aplaudimos. Eles cantam muito bem.
Alex: agora, a próxima música quem vai cantar é a Lua.
KE?
Neels: verdade, até agora a Estrelinha não cantou nada até agora.
Lua: e nem vou, não quero estragar esse momento lindo, mais eu não canto.
Lele: não importa. Pode cantar!
Lua: droga!
Neels: então? Que música?
Lua: Shy, do Jai Weatford. Conhece?
Neels: claro que conheço. Meu pai sempre cantava para a minha mãe essa música.
Loirinho começa a tocar.
Lua:Everytime you walk into the room
Got me feeling crazy, chock my heart, boom boom
Any other boy would say but me
I look away cause you're making me scared
Try not to breathe, 1, 2, 3
Try not to freak when you look at me
Gotta make you move but I freeze
You don't have a clue what you do to me
Boy, you make me shy, shy, shy
You make me run and hide, hide, hide
Feel like I get lost in time whenever you're near me
Boy, you make me shy, shy, shy
I find the butterfly fly fly
Yeah, you make me lose my mind whenever you're near me
Boy, you make me shy
Rejection is a word that I don't wanna know
But a boy like you could kill a girl real slow
A million words stuck up in my head
Waiting to be said but my tongue is stumbling
Try not to breathe, 1, 2, 3
Trying not to freak when you look at me
Try to make you move but I freeze
You don't have a clue what you do to me
Boy, you make me shy, shy, shy
You make me run and hide, hide, hide
Feel like I get lost in time whenever you're near me
Boy, you make me shy, shy, shy
I find the butterfly fly fly
Yeah, you make me lose my mind whenever you're near me
Boy, you take me high
I feel like I can fly
But I fall out of the sky
But I look into your eyes
Oh, boy, you make me shy, shy, shy
You make me run and hide, hide, hide
Feel like I get lost in time whenever you're near me
Boy, you make me shy, shy, shy
I find the butterfly fly fly
Yeah, you make me lose my mind whenever you're near me
Boy, you make me shy
Boy, you make me shy
Can even talk to you?
Boy, you make me shy
Ao terminar, sei que eu estava corada. Estava cantando olhando para o Neels. E ele para mim.
Alice: já estava com saudades de te ouvir cantar.
Alex: até de mais.
Dall: mais por que você não canta lá no colégio?
Pedro: verdade, tem um curso sobre isso lá.
Lua: prefiro tirar fotos do que cantar, e eu nem canto tão bem.
Logan: que mentira, cantar bem está no sangue.
Alex: e parece que achar que canta mal também. Quando conheci a mãe de vocês, ela tinha essa mesma mania.
Lua: e ainda tem.
Jace: conheço essa história, o meu pai me contou. Também sei que o senhor Alex, odiava o meu pai.
Alex: desculpe, mais eu tenho que cuidar do que é meu._ fala e puxa a minha mãe pela cintura.
