Green Stilettos? -- l.h. (Under Editing)

Chapter 65

The camera man slapped his clap board and we were on again. I don't know why we took a break in the first place. Technical difficulties? Oh well...

Jimmy and I looked at each other and I got in a more per say comfortable position. "Well for a teenager you surely are professional." Jimmy said laughing at my position. "Yeah, well, my manager's gonna kill me because I'm acting like an idiot on TV." I said laughing and sitting up right.

"So MacKenzie, we heard you like to lip sync to popular songs. Let's see the clip!" Jimmy said and I face palmed. "Jimmy!" I whined. He showed the video of me from my YouTube channel lip syncing to 7 Things by Miley Cyrus. "Nooooo. Jimmy!" I said laughing into my hands.

I am jumping around in my one direction onesie, lip syncing into a plastic microphone while jumping around my room like a maniac. I cringed while Jimmy and the audience laughed.

Once the clip ended I slowly took my hands away from my face. "Okay, James Fallon. Now that you showed the clip I am going to school you at lip syncing. Let's go!" I said standing up, along with Jimmy, and walking over to the dance floor.

"Ladies and gentlemen. You know the rules. Each of us will sing two songs and the winner will be decided by me and my sidekick Stevie. Alright. Since MacKenzie is guest she will go first and obviously, I will win." Jimmy said laughing. "We'll see about that Fallon." I said walking past him and cracking my knuckles.

"They don't give out these gloves to just anyone." I said gripping the mic. "Okay everyone. This, this song is very modern, very prestigious. This song is called Super Bass." Everyone laughed but I stayed serious. "Okay let's go." I said taking the mic off of the stand.

"This one is for the boys with the boomin' system,
Top down, AC, with the coolin' system
When he come up in the club, he be blazin' up
Stacks on deck like he savin' up
And he ill, he real, he might got a deal
He pop bottles, and he got the right kind of build
He cold, he dope, he might sell coke
He always in the air, but he never fly coach
He a muthafuckin' trip, trip, sailor of the ship, ship
When he make it drip, drip kiss him on the lip, lip
That's the kind of dude I was lookin' fo'
And yes, you'll get slapped if you're lookin', ho
I said, "Excuse me, you're a hell of a guy
I mean my, my, my, my, you're like pelican fly
I mean, you're so shy, and I'm loving your tie
You're like slicker than the guy with the thing on his eye, oh!"

I did some pretty cool dance moves that made the crowd cheer. Jimmy's producers blurred out the curse words but I mouthed them anyway. I finished the song and then Jimmy went with his.

"This is a bit more classical then hers." Jimmy said looking back at me. I shrugged and leaned up against something and acted thug-like. "I like to call this one the essence of life itself, Jesus' jam, the jewel in a pirate's treasure chest, the-" "Say it already!" I yelled interrupting him. "Okay, okay. This is All About That Bass by the one and only." Jimmy said and I bent over laughing.

"Because you know I'm all about that bass
'Bout that bass, no treble
I'm all about that bass
'Bout that bass, no treble
I'm all about that bass
'Bout that bass, no treble
I'm all about that bass
'Bout that bass... bass... bass... bass

Yeah, it's pretty clear, I ain't no size two
But I can shake it, shake it, like I'm supposed to do
'Cause I got that boom boom that all the boys chase
And all the right junk in all the right places

I see the magazine workin' that Photoshop
We know that shit ain't real, come on now, make it stop
If you got beauty, beauty, just raise 'em up
'Cause every inch of you is perfect from the bottom to the top

Yeah, my mama she told me "don't worry about your size"
(Shoo wop wop, sha-ooh wop wop)
She says, "Boys like a little more booty to hold at night"
(That booty, uh, that booty booty)
You know I won't be no stick figure silicone Barbie doll
So if that what you're into, then go 'head and move along

Because you know I'm all about that bass
'Bout that bass, no treble
I'm all about that bass
'Bout that bass, no treble
I'm all about that bass
'Bout that bass, no treble
I'm all about that bass
'Bout that bass... Hey!

I'm bringing booty back
Go 'head and tell them skinny bitches that
No, I'm just playing, I know you think you're fat
But I'm here to tell you...
Every inch of you is perfect from the bottom to the top

Yeah my mama she told me, "don't worry about your size"
(Shoo wop wop, sha-ooh wop wop)
She says, "Boys like a little more booty to hold at night"
(That booty booty, uh, that booty booty)
You know I won't be no stick figure, silicone Barbie doll
So if that's what you're into, then go 'head and move along

Because you know I'm all about that bass
'Bout that bass, no treble
I'm all about that bass
'Bout that bass, no treble
I'm all about that bass
'Bout that bass, no treble
I'm all about that bass
'Bout that bass...

You know I'm all about that bass
'Bout that bass, no treble
I said I'm all about that bass
'Bout that bass, no treble
I'm all about that bass
'Bout that bass, no treble
I'm all about that bass
'Bout that bass...

Because you know I'm all about that bass
'Bout that bass, no treble
I'm all about that bass
'Bout that bass, no treble
I'm all about that bass
'Bout that bass, no treble
I'm all about that bass
'Bout that bass... Hey!
I'm all about that bass
'Bout that bass... Hey!
I'm all about that bass
Bout that bass...
Hey!
Yeah yeah... ohh... You know you like this bass... Hey..."

Jimmy sang doing insane moves. I said insane, not good. He had me doubled over in laughter so hard that I think I had an asthma attack. I sat on the floor laughing without making sound and clapping like an idiotic seal.

I stood up and calmed myself down. "Good one James. But beat this." I said

I sang my last song and so did Jimmy. I didn't want to bore you with the lyrics. My last song was Girls Just Wanna Have Fun and Jimmy sang Since You Been Gone. It was fun, afterwards Jimmy and I hugged and I went back to the Magcon Hotel.