HURRICANE

That Man

"Ooh, that man is like a flame, ooh, that man treats me like a game, my only sin is I gotta win, ooh I wanna love that man. Ooh tha man is on my list, and ooh that man I wanna kiss! My only sin is I gotta win, ooh I wanna love that man!"

Without any other music than my voice, I film the video in. Mum loves Caro Emerald, and made me sing the song to post it on my channel. This is going to be awkward.

"Oh honey! Your voice is like angels!"

I face palm in my pillow and groan in embarrassment. "Mum!"

"Will!" She mocks.

"Stop it, please!"

"What?" She asks, confused. "What have I done?"

"Embarrassed me!"

Mum laughs. "Oh, yeah. I'm sure the pillows wants to hear me embarrassing you."

Even though she's a great mother, she's still annoying.

"But honestly, shouldn't you enter a competition with that voice of yours?"

"Nope."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't want to sing in front of a public."

Next day, Mrs Byer still wants me to enrol to the Mathologists, but I decline again.

In science, Flynn annoys - and scares - me with singing songs I've uploaded on YouTube.

"Ooh that man is on my list, and ooh that man I wanna kiss nanana."

"It doesn't end like nanana." I say.

"Is it something you want to share, miss Zues?"

"No, Mr Shrimp." Yes, his last name is Shrimp.

"Actually, yes. Will would want to sing for the class." Flynn smirks.

"I do not!"

"I'm afraid it'll have to wait until music class, Mr McWill." Mr Shrimp replies.

"Please, sir! Her voice is amazing!" I elbow him in his side, but he just grins. He knows Mr Shrimp loves when you call him sir.

He looks at his watch. He sighs. Is that a good sign? I hope it's a good sign. "Alright. Ms Zues, you got two minutes."

The class whoops and claps, urging me to sing. This is embarrassing. I don't want to! Okay, maybe a little, but I'm scared. They will probably laugh. I can already hear them laughing at me.

I take a deep breath, and randomly sing a song.

"Are you, are you, coming to the tree, where they strung up a man, they said who murdered three. Strange things did happen here, and stranger would it be, if we met, up at mid-night, in the hanging tree. Strange things did happen here and stranger would it be, if we met, up at mid-night in the hanging tree."

Don't judge, I saw the Mockingjay last weekend.

I look up at Mr Shrimp and asks if I could go. He said yes and I left.

At home, I set up my camera and prepared for a new song. Sometimes I pre-film a video for times I need them.

"Sweet dreams are made of this, who am I to disagree? I travel the world and the seven seas, everybody's looking for something. Some of them wants to use you, some of them wants to get used by you, some of them wants to abuse you, some of them wants to be abused."

I sing Sweet Dreams by Eurythmics. I like the song, I don't know why though. But most songs you like, you just like, you don't why. You just do.

I edit the video and save it. Then I go to bed and sleep. Haha, sleeeep.... Sounds like sheeeps.

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