The Sound of Your Voice | on hold

Chapter 13 ~ Tobias

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the songs I add.

Just to have that clear.

Now that you know, enjoy! 💕

"Try this one," Amar says.

He hands me one of my songs... God that's sounds weird.

MY song.

I glance quickly at it. Red Lights.

"Nobody else needs to know... Where we might go... We could just run them red lights. We could just run them red lights. There ain't no reason to stay. We'll be light years away... We could just run them red lights. We could just run them red lights. We could just run them red lights... We could just run them red lights..." I finish up the song, and Amar is standing there gaping.

I turn quickly towards him. "Was it that bad?"

"God, Four, no, it was amazing!" Amar yells out.

I smile.

"Are you ready for the concert next week?"

I nod.

"Cinna's going to be your stylist. Cinna and his prep team."

I nod.

Amar glares at me, "You can talk, so TALK!"

"Okay," I tell him.

He gives me a half smile.

"What will the first album be called?"

"It's your choice."

I close my eyes. What do I want? Something about Tris? Something about the factions?

"I'm stuck between Ferris Wheel, Stiff, Dauntless, or Divergent."

Amar looks thoughtful. "Choose the one you like the best."

I bite my lip.

"I'll rule out Divergent and Ferris Wheel," I finally say. "Dauntless or Stiff?"

"Stiff is a funny name for your first album, but remember, this is a first. You want a memorable name."

I shake my head, "I'm thinking about it. Neither of those. I want to name it That Night."

"Very random name, Four," Amar says with a thinking face.

"But it works, right?"

"I guess. What do you want for the album picture."

I smile slightly, "Me sitting on a Ferris Wheel in the nighttime."

~

"Black? That's all you want to wear?" Cinna looks at me with distaste.

"Just for the album," I tell him.

He gives me black jeans, a black t-shirt, and a black leather jacket. I'm already wearing the black high-tops he forced me to wear.

I quickly put them on myself, and Cinna does my make-up.

I finally know how Tris feels. Caking up your face is really weird, and it makes you impatient and hate it.

"What position should I sit in?" I walk with my camera crew.

The Ferris Wheel isn't the real one, but it'll do.

They arrange my position.

I'm sitting in a floating kart, one leg to my chest, and the other one dangling.

I'm looking far off into the distance.

~

"Nice photo," Amar is looking through the ten different album photos.

"This one," I point to the first one.

The others looked stupid. I only liked the first one.

An idea pops into my head.

"Amar, could you add something to it?"

He nods and pulls up the picture onto the computer screen.

"What do you want to add?"

"Three ravens in flight. Right over there."

Awwww isn't that so sweet? 💕

How are you feeling? I'm feeling down in the dumps.

I've only been in middle school for one month, but it already sucks and I hate it with my guts. ❌

Oh wow, that rhymes! 😆

How do you get over a crush? Just like HOW?!

QOTC: Color of your bedroom walls?

Me: Mine's lavender and pale pink, and surprisingly I hate pink with my heart. My parents aren't letting me repaint. That sucks.

~ Evie 👓