hotel ceiling ✔ randy

chapter twenty-four

I sighed. We were all waiting for Mikey to come back.
Well they were waiting. I was dreading his arrival.

I crossed my arms and placed them on the desk then put down my head.

What on earth am I gonna sing?

Maybe I should sing an original. But which one?

Maybe 'Don't Hurt Yourself.' I wrote it when I was in a bad state of mind, and tried to make myself feel better. It means a lot to me.

Just then Mikey burst into the room with my guitar case. Soon enough, all eyes were on me. I caught Rye smirking and I just rolled my eyes. I snatched my guitar from Mikey and went into the booth. Jack stole the spinning chair so all the other boys just crowded around. I stared at the microphone. I sighed and pulled the headphones on.

"Can you hear me?" I asked. All the boys nodded. I strummed my guitar.

Hear gos nothing.

I started playing the first few notes.

"When you wrote me that letter,

I wished that we were together,

So I could say that everything's alright.

You told me you didn't matter,

That your hope had been shattered.

You said you felt like giving up the fight.

I know it feels, like more than you take.

But you're strong enough, believe me when I say:

I will never leave you. You can always be you. And even when you feel alone, know that you ain't by yourself. I'm a shoulder you can cry on, and I'm someone to rely on. Even when you feel alone you won't need no one else, so don't hurt yourself." I sung into the mic. I closed my eyes and forgot about the world surrounding me.

I finished the song and slowly fluttered my eyes open. All the boys were sat with their mouths open.

"What? Was I really that bad?" I asked, putting the head back over the mic and walking out the booth.

"Andy, you were incredible! Why didn't you tell me you could sing??" Mikey exclaimed, shaking my shoulders. I laughed.

"Well I would've told you, but the thing is I can't sing." I took his hands off my shoulders and flopped on the sofa.

"Well you can sing, but okay." Mikey huffed. I rolled my eyes and the landed on Rye. I smirked.

"It's Beaumont's turn."