i stand up to polite applause as i walk up the stage. i shudder as i feel the comforting brush of Jacques' fabric against my arm. i'm so nervous, but i'm so glad he's here.
but then, that's giving me twice the amount of butterflies.
i sit on the stool, in front of the audience. "hey guys. my names Janet and i'll be singing Halo by Queen B!"
a few cheers erupt. i begin singing.
remember those walls i built?
well, baby, they're tumbling down.
and they didn't even put up a fight.
they didn't even make a sound.
i found a way to let you win,
but I never really had a doubt.
standing in the light of your halo,
i got my angel now.
the crowd looks as if they're following my every note. i look to the back to find Jacques.
it's like i've been awakened.
every rule i had you break it.
it's the risk that I'm taking.
i ain't never gonna shut you out.
Jaques expression left me breathless. he looked at me like i was glowing, like i actually had a halo. his eyes were sparkling.
everywhere i'm looking now,
i'm surrounded by your embrace.
baby, i can see your halo.
you know you're my saving grace.
you're everything i need and more,
it's written all over your face.
baby, i can feel your halo
pray it won't fade away.
the crowd at this point is all up and dancing. a few of the people got up and crowded around the stage. Jacques is smiling so wide.
it feels unreal that he's smiling like that for me.
i can see your halo. i can feel your halo.
the song ends. the crowd is standing, clapping, cheering. i bow and make to get off the stage but before i can, Jacques runs up and hugs me.
i am surprised, but i lean into him. embrace him.
"give it up," he says from behind me. "for Janet!"
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Teen Fiction"I am not a word, I am not a line. I am not a girl that could ever be defined." or, the story of a girl who has nothing more than an iPod, a diary, and a dream. until she meets the boy in the cafe and the girl from the studio.
