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"You need to believe more in what you sing Emely. It's not going to work otherwise." Zayn sighs and looks at me.
"I'm fucking trying Zayn. It's hard okay?" I look back. I have the red guitar Niall assigned me in my hands, who just stopped playing the melody because Zayn, once again, had something to say about my singing.
"You're just not believing in what you're singing Emely. Think as if you have ODD. You get angry easily, for no real reasons. You could burst at any moment now because no one understands. Because of that, and because you're a little punk people are easily scared of you, expect for the rest of the band, who try to help you out by playing their parts. Subtle, but there."
"I do what I want, I'm punk rock."
Zayn raises an eyebrow at my statement.
"It's a 5sos quote."
"You're in team One Direction. They are our rivals. You get angry at them."
"Zayn, relax. But isn't that like the vibe of the song? I do what I want because I'm punk rock and I have ODD."
"It's darker. You don't really have many friends anymore because you cracked. You couldn't be who they wanted you to be anymore. You got angry and now they think you're time bomb. Constantly ticking, waiting for the big explosion in which you can destroy anything around you. I guess you're a little punk rock because you wear all black and have red hair. You sit in the back of the class, staring ahead of you to avoid eye contact."
"That's what happened trough." I mumble.
"What?"
"I said that's what happened. As in, to me in real life. I just deal with it in the way I sing it. I need more anger in it than the soft thing you want me to sing." I look at the guitar.
"Go ahead then. Give me an example of what you want to do." He looks at me, expectantly, a glint of danger in his eyes. Probably thinking I can't do it, and I'm lying.
I start playing the melody a little. When I got the hang of it I put accents to certain chords. I start the dadada in the beginning, a little more mocking, whispering as if I'm gossiping about someone and it isn't good.
Then I start singing the real verse. I do it with more hint of danger in the undertone, teasing a little danger, anger or sadness.
I sing the chorus louder than I did with the verse, prouder of the persona, but also afraid of the consuquences which are clearly stated.
The second verse is more grateful, and I make sure to try and bring that over, and happiness that I didn't turn out as boring or bitchy, like the others of the old group of friends I had. Like Blossom.
I give even more of myself in the last verse, happy with the person I am now. Proud of it, even trough I'm ODD, even trough people see me as someone who gets angry way too easy, and think I'm weird.
When I finished I look at Zayn. "You definitely put more anger and shade to it, but I think that's what's more accurate for you guys. People think you don't have any reasons for not sharing your identity, but there's things behind it. You got bad reactions in the past. People see you as ODD. I think we should work on this version. There's still this sort of scratch in your voice, but it should be fairly easy. Can you please play the chorus?"
