Crushed {ON HOLD}

Idk what to call this chapter

BROOKE'S POV

I wake up the next day to Taylor yelling some shit in my ear.

"BROOKE! WAKE YOUR SORRY ASS UP! KATE CALLED AND SAID TO GET THE FUCK DOWN TO THE STUDIO!"

I looked at her for a while. I still ask myself why I'm still friends with that crazy whack job. Then I realize it's cause she's paying half the rent. Just kidding! Sorta. I throw on a pair of sweats, a crop top and my converse. I put my hair up in a messy bun and decide not to put any make up on. Let's face it, I'm not trying to impress anyone.

I get to the studio and Kate runs right over to me.

"Brooke get into the recording booth now! we need to get two songs done today because you are leaving tomorrow! go go go!" She basically is on top of me trying to get into the booth. I decide to go with a cover of my favorite song.

(Chandelier by Sia)

Party girls don't get hurt

Can't feel anything, when will I learn

I push it down, push it down

I'm the one "for a good time call"

Phone's blowin' up, they're ringin' my doorbell

I feel the love, I feel the love

1,2,3 1,2,3 drink

1,2,3 1,2,3 drink

1,2,3 1,2,3 drink

Throw them back, till I lose count

I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier

I'm gonna live like tomorrow doesn't exist

Like it doesn't exist

I'm gonna fly like a bird through the night, feel my tears as they dry

I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier

And I'm holding on for dear life, won't look down won't open my eyes

Keep my glass full until morning light, 'cause I'm just holding on for tonight

Help me, I'm holding on for dear life, won't look down won't open my eyes

Keep my glass full until morning light, 'cause I'm just holding on for tonight

On for tonight

Sun is up, I'm a mess

Gotta get out now, gotta run from this

Here comes the shame, here comes the shame

1,2,3 1,2,3 drink

1,2,3 1,2,3 drink

1,2,3 1,2,3 drink

Throw them back till I lose count

I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier

I'm gonna live like tomorrow doesn't exist

Like it doesn't exist

I'm gonna fly like a bird through the night, feel my tears as they dry

I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier

And I'm holding on for dear life, won't look down won't open my eyes