Me: *having an anxiety attack*
Steph: *comforting her*
Gold: Zina what's wrong?
Me: I had a nightmare....
(I did have a nightmare in real life)
Steph: How about we cheer you up with a singing battle?
Me: Ok!
Everybody: Ok!
Gold: I'll go first...
Late nights on your pillow. Love as fast as light. Faded into echoes. In my ventricles. I carry this cargo. Sinking down deeper.
And though your love was shallow, I managed to drown.
Is this how your gonna make me look now?
Is this how your gonna walk right out?
Then you'd better do like a champion!
And break my heart once and for all.
Do you feel good knowing that you won now?
Do you get high when I hit my lows?
Me: *smiles a bit*
Gold: That was a random song, I picked out...
Me: Ok....
Funneh: I'll go next *walks up on stage and grabs Mic*
Look up from the ground to see your sad and teary eyes. You look away from me......and I see there's something your trying to hide. And I reach for your hand. But it's cold, you pull away again.
And I wonder, what's on your mind?
And then you say to me, you made a dumb mistake. Your voice starts to tremble and your voice begans to break.
You say the cigerettes on the counter weren't your friends, they were my mates.
And I feel the color draining from my face....
And my friend said...."I know you love him but it's over mate, it doesn't matter put the phone away. It's never easy to walk away. Let him go! It'll be alright.
Me: Beautiful!
Abby: *smiles*
David: Good Gold! I'll go next! *gets on le stage*
I don't want a girl who gets car for her sweet sixteen or spends a stack of dollars on a limousine.
I want a girl who takes the bus and wears baggy jeans! Rockin' Nike airs!
WHAT THE HELL ARE LOUBOTINS?
Don't want no fake tan, short skirt, daddy's money, don't work!
Shop until you drop on the town!
I want a smart girl stronger then her father, someone who would laugh at tryna' fit in the crowd!
And all we use to dream about is getting rich and getting out.
Move to the nicer part of town, where we'd have numbers on our house. It took a while to figure out what type I'm about.
Who brings the real man out of me........Yah!
I don't really want no......TRUST FUND BABY!
I like my women independent.
Me: I loved that
Vega: *blushes a bit*
Me: Aww whose who blushing?
Vega: Shut up! *goes on stage and opens mouth*
Me: She should be a K-pop star!!
Stella: Who won?
Me: Don't know but here's the next creepypasta for you to watch
