Chapter 11: ~And, I get killed.~
"You've got to be kidding me."Fiona said. She had her drum sticks in her hand, ready to stab me to death. She frustratedly ran fingers through her hair.
"I knew we couldn't count on her."Emmily scoffed. She had her tanned arms folded across her chest and was glaring at me. Yeah, keep insulting me. Like that's gonna help right now.
"You guys, she did try her best to get her voice back in shape."Arylle said in my defense and Sapphire nodded in agreement.
"Okay, we have to find a way to make this work for us. Evans can't sing. What the hell are we gonna do now?!"
In case you're wondering, we're back stage. The battle of the bands is today. And I can't sing. Literally, nothing will come out of my mouth.
The contest starts in less than thirty minutes, there are over a hundred people out there not including the media. Yes, this is gonna be on national television.
So, it's safe to say that I'm officially, dead.
"Okay, Fiona, I think I may be mad for suggesting this but .. I think we should do an accoustic cover instead."Emmily said.
"Bloody hell, Emm. You've got to be kidding me."Fiona spat."Rock is our music!"
"No. I'm not. Please. Trust me."she said with the most sincere voice. I suddenly realized that she really cares about the band. So I nodded to show her my support. She seemed taken aback but she let out a small smile at me.
~*~*~*~
We had somehow managed to reach the third and final round. There are only two bands left now.This is the round where we'll be facing that other band. Sheesh, we somehow managed to do it!
"Ultraviolet!"The MC shouted and the crowd roared excitedly.
We walked into the stage and I could feel a hundred people looking at me. Fiona smiled at me and encouraged me. Arylle was tuning her guitar.
"There's still a little bit of your taste, in my mouth." Emmily began to sing.
I was supposed to accompany her piano with guitar at the second line.. but.. I can tell that it won't be as good. Fiona looked worriedly at me as well as Arylle and Sapphire but I shook my head. Instead, I just signalled them not to play either.
"There's Still a little bit of you laced with my doubt,"
If Emm was confused, I couldn't tell. She was singing like she was all alone, more to herself actually and it seemed to work. She actually has emotion when she sings like this. It's almost as if she's heart broken.
"It's Still a little hard to say what's going on?"
Emmily stepped back and began playing her piano. I saw Fiona take a mic from Arylle who was handing out mics to each of us. Fiona took center and began singing the second part.
"There's still a little bit of your ghost, your witness."
She, unlike Emm who was singing with eyes closed, was looking intently at the camera. Like she wanted somebody from out there to listen to her message.
"There's still a little bit of your face, I haven't kissed."
She pointed at the camera and I noticed the a few people who knew the song, singing along with her.
"You step a little closer each day, so close I can't say what's going on."
Arylle, Sapphire, Emm and I joined her at center and sang together we sang the chorus. I was just lip syncing, not trusting my voice. It's still hoarse.
"Stones taught me to fly,
Love taught me to lie
Life taught me to die
So It's not hard to fall
When you float like a cannonball."
We stepped back to let Sapphire sing the next verse and I was fascinated by her amazing voice.
"There's still a little bit of your song, in my ear."
I followed her stare and saw her looking at her ex. The guys who was rumored to have just used her to get popular. The guys who dumped her in front of everybody just to get at the top of the social ladder.
"There's still a little bit of your words, I long to hear."
Arylle took the last line and I couldn't help but smile at her perfect voice.
"You step a little closer to me, so close I can't see what's going on.."
I don't know how it happened but I was able to sing along with them in the last chorus. I don't know how I sounded really, over the roar of the crowd.. but I knew that I was able to reach the high pitch in the last stanza.
"It's not hard to fall, when you float like a cannonball. "
I sang softly just like how it should be.
I opened my eyes just before I was attacked by hugs from my band mates. Even Emmily. They weren't the awkward one-arm hugs but the warm kind, the ones that show that they finally accept me.
"That was perfect, guys."Fiona said."I can't believe you could sing all along, Evans. You're such an idiot."
"Must've been my nerves."I said. I was so touched that they finnally welcomed me. And I mean really welcomed me into the group.
We hugged once again. The MC called the other band back to the stage to announce the winner. I could almost feel the tension. I was sweating. I was so nervous. What if it was a mistake to modify the last song at the last moment? What if I dragged my band down?
I closed my eyes tightly and prayed for a miracle.
"ULTRAVIOLET!!"
I opened my eyes to see 4 pairs staring at me with wide eyes. Did we just win?! I saw my band mates, except Fiona with tears in their eyes. I didn't notice that I was crying too.
WE DID IT.
We actually did the impossible!
~*~*~*~
"Congratulations!"the producer of the contest, Nina, greeted us. "Well, about that contract, a very important person would like to talk to you."
She guided us to this small conference room where a man sat with his back to us. We all took a seat at the long sofa, while Nina sat at a small love seat.
Some media people were covering this but there were only a few of them and they seemed to have been told to stay in their own corner.
"About the uh.. album that we promised. Well, your manager needs you to sign some papers." Nina handed us each our contract.
"We're gonna get signed!"I was jumping up and down with excitement.
"Calm down curly." Arylle chuckled.
I was about to sign when I heard Fiona slam a hand at the table.
"What the hell is this about?! Why does it say we have to do pop?!"she said through her teeth. "And you! Turn around so we can talk face to face!"
"I-I wouldn't say that if I were you--"Nina began but the man behind the chair held a hand up and she immediately shut up.
The man turned around and I saw the possibly the youngest manager ever in the planet. She was practically just 14 or something.
"Hello, girls. I'm Daphne."She said with a smile.
"Is this a joke?!"Fiona said.
What the heck is happening?!
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