“Oh for fuck’s sake.” I anxiously sighed.
Two days. The song’s planned and everything it’s just that I was missing a singer. …And that’s a pretty important role. “That’s it!” I whispered to myself.
I sat in the centre of my flower bedding as my surroundings crumpled around me. I flipped out my phone and worriedly flicked through my contacts list. There’s got to be someone that I could persuade to help me. “Nope, no, no, nada amigos… YES.” I screeched to myself.
“Hello?” She curiously asked.
“Meet me at my house you goon!” I hung up. Short and simple was always effective!
~Ding. Dong.~
“WAAAT DO YOU WANT!?” She pulled a poker face as she entered my house.
“You’re doing the talent show with me!!” I stared at her as she immediately pouted.
“NO.” She quickly responded.
“BUT YOU OWE ME.”
“I hate you man.” She snapped back.
I mockingly smiled as I tugged her arm. “Please!?” I laughed. “Do this for me?”
“I don’t even owe you anything.” She sighed. “Whatever. But only if I play guitar and you sing instead.” She smiled with satisfaction as she crossed her arms.
“Why.” I rolled my eyes. “No chance!”
“Then I’m not joining you! And plus you can’t draw your act out. You promised Ms. Note remember?”
My head fell to the floor.
“Deal...” I murmured.
“What was that?” she grinned.
“I’LL DO IT, YOU BITCH.”
“…Hey Amber.” her face suddenly fell flat as she twiddled her thumbs. “He’s going to be in the show too.” She mumbled, avoiding eye contact.
“I know…”
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"Y'ALL READY FOR THE NEXT ACT?! ITE BRUVS. 'ERE WE GO. Can you scream?!"
The army of people opened their mouths as their voices were heard, the volume gradually increasing by the second.
"WUUUUUUT?!" He chuckled. "LEGGO. ILYA S. AND AMBER J!! LEMME FEEL THOSE VIBES!"
DJ Dalik ran to the side as he brushed past us, softly tapping my back as support.
A roar of claps and whistles blasted from the other side of the curtain, my hands now shaking in fear.
"Are you sure we can do this?!" I bit my lip as my grip on her arm tightened.
"OUCH. OKAY. STOP. We can do it Amber! Just wait, everything will go according to plan. You're worrying about nothing alright? CALM YO TITS AND LETS DO THIS." Ilya waved her arms around as she vigorously began fist-pumping the air.
“Now, remember. Wait behind the curtain while I set up the guitar. We’ve practiced this lots of times. Don’t let the nerves do your head in.” She smiled.
The confident Ilya, ran out as the claps increased in volume. With the guitar in her hand she winked at me and signaled my appearance behind the red cloth. I stood behind the curtain ready for it to rise.
My stomach twisted and turned as I hesitated in going through with this idea. What if I were to forget the lyrics? What if no words would escape from my lips?
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FanfictionThe incessant flutter I feel in my stomach at the sight of him. The way his arms snake around my waist, words at the tip of his tongue as the corners of his mouth slightly turn upwards and yet, nothing escapes. Our eyes meet as I turn around and int...
