The Dancer R5 Fanfiction (Editing)

Chapter 67

Chelyan pov
I heard the opening start and held my breath.
In a matter of minutes, I'm gonna be judged by critiques and perform live on Broadway. When it was finally time for my scene I walked out and acted a little when it was time for my song I immediately started getting nervous. The music cued me in.
(Just watch the video if you don't want to read)
"Write what you know
so they say, all I know is I don't know what to write
or the right way to write it.
This is big, lady, don't screw it up,
This is not some little vaudeville I'm reviewing."
'So many words' I thought.
Poor little kids versus rich greedy sour pusses
Ha! It's a cinch!
It could practically write itself--
And let's pray it does, cause as I may have mentioned,
I have no clue what I'm doing.
Am I insane? This is what I've been waiting for.
Well that, plus the screaming of ten angry editors.
A girl? It's a girl! How the heck? Is that even legal?
Look, just go and get her!
Favorite lyric.
Not only that, there's a story behind the story:
Thousands of children, exploited, invisible.
Speak up, take a stand, and there's someone to write about it.
That's how things get better.
Give life's little guys some ink,
and when it dries just watch what happens.
Those kids will live and breathe right on the page
and once they're center stage, (like me)
you watch what happens.
And who's there with her camera and her pen
as boys turn into men
they'll storm the gates and then just watch what happens when they do.

AHHHH!!
Picture a handsome, heroicly charismatic--
plain spoken, know nothing, skirt-chasing, cocky little son of a-- actually my favorite lyric
lie down with dogs and you wake up with a raise and a promotion.
So, he's a flirt,
a complete ego maniac.
The fact is he's also the face of the strike--
What a face--
face the fact, that's a face that could save us all
from sinking in the ocean.
Like someone said, "Power tends to corrupt"
and absolute power wait, wait corrupts?
Absolutely, that is genius!
But give me some time, I'll be twice as good as that six months from never.
Just look around at the world we're inheriting
and think of the one we'll create.
Their mistake is they got old, that is not a mistake we'll be making.
No sir, we'll stay young forever!
Give those kids and me the brand new century and watch what happens.
It's David and Goliath do or die
the fight is on and I can't watch what happens.
But all I know is nothing happens if you just give in.
It can't be any worse than how it's been.
And it just so happens that we just might win,
so whatever happens! Let's begin!
I held out my last note as I sat in my desk with my typewriter. I was panting. There are so many words. We changed scenes.
During intermission, the director starts freaking out. "Tyler rolled his ankle and is going to the ER. We need someone to replace him. NOW!!" Ross stood up. "Sir, I know all the lines, plus the vocals.." the director looked at him and grinned. "Well don't just stand there, go get in costume!!"