Trust Fund Baby

Sing your heart out

Elena's POV:

"Do you play?" Daniel asks me, holding out his guitar.

"Um, yeah." I respond awkwardly.

"What else do you play?" Zach asks eagerly. That's Zach for you.

Well shoot. I don't want to look like a show off.

"Oh uh, Violin, flute, piccolo, Bari Sax, Alto Sax, clarinet, French Horn, Bassoon, oboe And Piano."

"Wow, Daniel it looks like you have some competition." Jack laughs.

"Well, since the only thing we have at the moment is a guitar, could you play it?"

"Oh, uh, yeah, sure."

Well, I'm screwed.

I take the guitar from Daniel. I make sure it's in tune, which it is. Typical Daniel. I think for a second oh what to play. I decide on an original I wrote called My Heart In Two.

"You Took my heart, tore it in two. 

Came running back, thinkin' i'd still Love you. 

Well baby you're wrong, so just walk away

Save your fake love for another day,

You took my heart, tore it in two,

I thought that I, could trust you,

Well I thought wrong, but so did you,

Maybe next time, I'll find my boo "

I end my song. I look at the boys and bite my lip, nervous as to wait they'll say.

"You wrote that?" Jonah asks, stunned.

"Uh, Yeah. It's not every good-"

"That was amazing!" Daniel butts in.

"Really? You don't have to lie. I want your honest opinion."

Jordan gives me a look. She knows I do this every time. "I don't think you realize how much potential you have." as she'd say.

"It was great!" 

"I agree, your amazing."

"Please marry me!" Zach says dramatically, making me roll my eyes.

"Thanks guys, it means a lot to me.

"So what are you using to audition with?"

"It's a different song I wrote called Perspection."

"That's really cool."

"You haven't even heard it." I laugh.

"Well, from your last song, im sure its incredible."

"Oh, thanks." I blush.

"Ok, enough flirting love birds," Zach interrupts, "So are you guys coming with us or not?"

Jordan looks at me,

"Sure, why not. Not like we really have a choice though."

"Right then, New York, here we come!" Corbyn yells, pointing towards the dash. Although nothing really happens cause we were already driving.