American Idol || Daniel Seavey

Chapter Eleven; Perfectly Imperfect

Mackenzie's POV

      After we all ordered Bre went to pay but Zach smacks her hand away. He pays instead and she raises her eyebrows.
    "I was gonna-" she starts to talk but he cuts her off.
    "Yeah, I know." The boys, Ella, Emma, Morgan and I were just quietly watching them.
    After they're done being flirty, we all sit down at a table.

Bre's POV

   "How are we supposed to write an original song in four days? We're singers, not writers!" Ella says and puts her head in her hands.
    "We'll figure it out." Morgan says, reassuringly. "For now, just eat your ice cream." Ella sighs and eyes her ice cream.
     "And a name? What are we supposed to do, use the first name that comes to our hea-" I cut her off. There was actually a name I had been thinking of since the groups were put together.
     "Perfectly Imperfect." I whisper, hoping they'll like it. Everyone freezes and looks at me and I take a bite of my Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough ice cream.
     "What?" Emma asks, looking at me. I look up from my ice cream and see her face.
    "Perfectly Imperfect. The band name. And I have a bunch of songs I've been writing since I was 14. They were all just meant for me but I could definitely split one into five parts."
     "Do you have your ukulele? Could you play some?" Emma asks and all of a sudden I get shy. Why Dont We was sitting right beside me and she wanted me to sing?!
      "Maybe we should wait until we get back to the hotel.." I say, looking down and taking another bite of my ice cream.
     "No! We want to hear." Zach says and I sigh, grabbing my ukulele. I grab a list of all the names of the songs I've ever written.
     I throw it on the table. "Pick one." They all look through the list.
     "Burned." Emma says, pointing to one on the list and I while.

"You tell me that I'm crazy
Doing this alone
You don't need to save me
Oh how I've grown

I am capable of everything you can't see
But now I want to change

Just blow out the candles
Oh little boy when will you learn
You don't play with fire
Unless you wanna get burned
Wanna get burned
Just blow out the candles
Oh how the tables they've turned
You don't play with fire
Unless you wanna get burned
You wanna get burned
Wanna get burned
Wanna wanna get burned

Some things just sound crazy
Things you'll never know
But there's always that word "maybe"
That keeps stringing you along

Cause I am capable of everything you can't see
But now I want to change

Just blow out the candles
Oh little boy when will you learn
You don't play with fire
Unless you wanna get burned
Wanna get burned
Blow out the candles
Oh how the tables they've turned
You don't play with fire
Unless you wanna get burned
Wanna get burned

What is that, that I see
Floating right in front of me?
Lock the doors, try to leave
But now it's clear to me

You didn't blow out the candles
Oh little boy, you never learned
You don't play with fire
But you're already burned
You're already burned
Blow out the candles
Oh little boy, you've never learned
You don't play with fire
But you're already burned
You're already burned

Wanna get burned
Wanna wanna get burned

Wanna get burned
Wanna wanna get burned

Wanna get burned
Wanna wanna get burned..."

    I blush as I hear clapping from around the ice cream parlor. I forgot we were in public.
     That's my favorite." Everyone at the table says and I nod.
    "Mine too." I finish the last bite of my ice cream and look at everyone else. Most people are done.