Spot Lights On! (Singers AU)

Writer's Block

I CAN'T DO THIS! I walk to school, the warm autumn breeze hitting my face. I can't focus on that though. The song is due in two days and I still have no ideas. I walk into school and see, for once, I'm early. 

I quickly sit down and pull out my song writing book. I look around the classroom trying to think of ideas, but like always nothing comes to mind. I've tried to write songs about everything in my house. Books, plates, the toilet but nothing ever came out of those ideas. And I couldn't just give them a song about a toilet. Thankfully I've already written the music part, but the lyrics don't seem to want to show themselves.  

For a second I get an idea about school, so I start furiously writing, but it quickly fades. "Hey girl, whatcha writing?" Alya comes in the room. I quickly turn the pages so I'm on a page containing a recipe. A great backup. 

"I'm trying to memorize this recipe. I have to make it all the time at the bakery so I thought it would be easier to just memorize it." Alya nods her head as she sits.

Alya and I start talking and I close my book. It's not like that idea was going anywhere. But still, a feeling of anxiety looms over me the entire conversation. When class is about to start, Sabrina walks in. She quickly walks up to us. She holds up her phone. She's face timing Chloe on it. 

"Heyyy Marinette," She sneers through the phone, "You're looking especially ugly today. Did you burn your hair in a frying pan?" As ridiculous as this is. Chloe making fun of me through face time, I can't help but feel helpless. I lower my head in shame. I know what Chloe is saying isn't true, that I'm much better than she's describing. Just hearing it come out of someone's mouth makes it feel real. 

Suddenly, Alya stands up and takes Sabrina's phone, "Shut the fuck up Chloe. Marinette is beautiful and way better than you are. You know why? She actually has a soul. While you're sitting at home, suspended because you almost killed someone. Marinette is here being nice to people and getting them to like her, unlike you I may add. So you can just hang up on me, go back to doing what ever assholes like you do in their free time, let the one person in the world who actually likes you do your work until they hate you, and just shut the fuck up." 

I sit still, completely shocked. Sabrina takes the phone back from Alya and quickly sits down in her normal seat. Alya is breathing heavily as she sits down. 

I finally find words, "N-no one has ever stood up for me like that. She usually just, completely shatters me for the day...thank you." 

"No prob girl, what are friends for." Alya gives me a light high five. 

Class starts, and like always my thoughts are not with the teacher. I couldn't have asked for a better friend. She completely put me back together back there. She was like glue. Like...Glue. 

If I wasn't in class, I would have screamed. I start jotting lyrics down in my school notebook, so it looks like I'm actually paying attention. Who cares about History, when this is my future. Words flow through my hand and onto my paper. I hum the melody to myself as I write. 

Classes go by fast. Soon I'm racing home to make sure the lyrics I wrote down at school fit the music I already wrote and recorded. After I make a few tweaks, I know I'm ready. I set up my recording stuff and start singing. 

Like before she left me there

shattered.

I felt hopeless and alone, 

then I felt your stare.

You picked up all my pieces,

saying nice, kind words as well. 

Then you glued me back together like you should. 

Cuz you're like glue

you put me together,

and when you leave 

I come out stronger. 

And If she ever tries to hurt me again

I know you'll be here for me.

She came back,

trying to hurt me. 

But this time you came before she could. 

You're like a hero,

You gave her flack,

and she fleed.

You glued every small piece back like you always would.

Cuz you're like glue

you put me together,

and when you leave

I come out stronger.

And If she ever tries to hurt me again

I know you'll be here for me.

Every time I feel broken I know you're here for me.

And even when you are away all I have to say

is "what would you do if you were here to see," 

And I feel you glue me back together like you always would.

Cuz you're like glue

you put me together,

and when you leave

I come out stronger.

And If she ever tries to hurt me again

I know you'll be here for me.

I know you'll be here for me.

It's not perfect, I know. But It's a good song. I save the video to my computer. I quickly run downstairs and drag my parents to my room. I play the song for them. 

When the song ends I stare at them expectantly, "Soooo, what did you guys think." 

They sit in silence for a moment. Suddenly, dad hugs me, "It was great as always." Mom joins the hug agreeing. 

"So, do you think it's good enough?" 

"They'd be crazy not to hire you," Mom leans into the hug even more. 

After a bit of hugging, mom and dad go back downstairs to keep the bakery running. It's now or never. I attach the video to an email and begin writing. 

Dear Master Fu,

Attached to this email is an original song written and sung by me. I hope you will like it. Please get back to me at a convenient time. 

Signed,

Ladybug. 

I quickly press send. Is this it? Is this where my career begins? 

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Thankfully I'm not an actual song writer. Other wise, I think I would just fail at life. Anyways, hopefully you enjoyed this part, thanks for reading!