"Hi my name is Emily, I think I am a horrible singer but my sister thinks I am amazing at singing. I wanted more opinions on the topic so I am taking a risk and doing a cover on 'White Blood' by Oh Wonder. I hope you enjoy it and if so please leave a comment to let me know." I said into the camera and I started the music and started singing.
As I finished the song I felt like someone was watching me. I smiled at the camera and turned it off. I turned around and saw my sister smiling at me.
"I am glad you listened to me when I told you to ask other people but I didn't think you would do it like that." She smiled and walked over to me.
"I am not sure I will post it tho." She frowned at me after I said that.
"No, you are posting that, you are one of the best singers I know and heard. Don't let your anxiety get in the way, OK." I smiled at her.
"I highly doubt the best singer part but you are right, I will post it." I said confidently and grabbed my computer.
"I am proud of you." I smile at her and she walks out of my room. I put the memory card in my computer and started to edit my video. I was pretty popular on social media because I am a dancer. I finished editing the video and went to Youtube. I started to upload the video and then quickly pressed cancel. What was I thinking? I can't post that. I started to overthink on what to do. I tend to overthink to much. Right as I was going to put my computer away. My sister walks back into my room.
"Hey, so when are you going to post the video?" She asked me while playing on her phone.
"I will later." I said then looked at the clock. 3:47.
"SHOOT!" I yelled and ran into the bathroom and changed into my loose pants and flannel. I ran over to my bed and put on my converse with no socks. My sister looked at me confused.
"Dance practice starts at 4." I said while grabbing my phone and keys. I ran out of the door to my apartment that I share with my sister. We used to live with our parents until they got into a car crash with a drunk group of teens. They died with three other teens. Two of them were my best friends, they wanted me to come but I told them I didn't want to go out. I should have gone. They wouldn't have been in the car if I went. I could have stopped them from going or I could have just gone and they would still be here. But of course I had to be a party pooper and not go. I ran down the buildings stairs and started to tear up just thinking about it. It happened about 1 year ago. Once I got to my car, I quickly started it and then pulled out of the garage. I started to blast my music to try and stop thinking about it.
I remember like yesterday
You had a dream in your eyes
And a smile on your face
And I'm missing those days again
Yeah I'm missing those days again.I sang along to the Shinedown song and drove quickly to the facility where dance was. I pulled into my parking spot and got out. I walked into the building and everyone looked at me as i walked in. I smiled at everyone and walked over to the lockers that we had. I opened my locker and put my stuff in right before I felt someone behind me and they started to tickle me. I started to laugh loudly and then turned to see my best friend Mae. We have been best friends since 8th grade. I started to tickle her back as the teacher walked in and laughed at the sight of me and her.
"Alright, we are preforming today because our secret special guest is here." She smiled really big and then flipped through her papers.
"OK, so the groups will go first then the duos then the solos. First up we have Like Glue." She said that and then walked over to the door that goes somewhere that nobody knew but her and two other people. Like Glue was an amazing group of about 10 people that do a lot of tricks while dancing. They got in to their positions and then the music started to play. We all supported each other and if you didn't like the person or group you were expected to just keep it to yourself. They did a lot of flips and what not and as the song ended one guy did the full splits. Everyone started to cheer as they got up and hugged each other. Sarah, our teacher/manager came out of the door.
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FanfictionEmily Johnson is just an ordinary dancer and choreographer until the Why Don't We boys show up.