Vocalized Love (Scott Hoying / Pentatonix) -DISCONTINUED-

1 - Meeting Them

"But Kirstie. What if they don't like me?" I winged slash asked. Kirstie let out a laugh. "Of course they will, Imogen! Don't be silly!" She smiled. "Maybe," I said. "Listen, hun, I wish there wasn't a lack of confidence. You used to be so much lively! Remember the good ol' days?' She said.

These days, I'm very self conscious. I only speak about it to people I trust. Well now I think about, that's only Ms. Kirstie here beside me. "Go get out of your pajamas, it's twelve o' clock. We'll go after you're ready," Kirstie giggled. I nodded with a smile and trudged upstairs.

I walked into my bedroom and stripped in front of the mirror. They were still faint on my thighs. It was a sunny day and I didn't want to be stuck wearing jeans. I pulled on a pair of denim shorts. Thankfully, they were hidden. I figure you know what I'm talking about?

I then pulled out a gray sweat shirt. It's sunny, I know, but they're comfy! I pulled it over my head and looked in the mirror. I then brushed my hair into a pony tail at the back of my hair. I put a black hair bow in near the side. I then put on a choker. It was loose enough but not too loose. It had a few small chains and crosses. It was black.

I searched under my bed. I pulled my favorite black leather combat boots out. I put them on and tied the laces. I walked over to my dresser. I put in silver pearl flip side earrings. I then put in black cuffs and the tops of my ears. I applied a layer of mascara. I took one last glance in the mirror. "Actually, I'll take the bow out," I murmured to myself. Looking good I though to myself.

I trotted down the stairs and smiled at Kirstie. She was playing with my kitten, Texas. I laughed. "She likes you." "Well, duh, who doesn't,' Kirstie joked. She let down Texas. "Ready?" She asked. "Uh yeah," I replied. I grabbed my phone and shoved in my pocket with a $20 bill.

"Don't worry, the boys are lovely," Kirstie reassured me as we got into the car. "I'll try," I answered. Kirstie put in a disk into the radio. One Direction came on. I groaned. "Do we really have to listen to this?" I complained. "OK fine," Kirstie said. She put in a different disk. Troye Sivan came on. "That's more like it!" We cheered in unison.

After about ten minutes, we pulled into a parking space outside a house. "This is Scott's place. Looks like the others are here," Kirstie said to me. We hopped out the car. As we walked up the path, I gulped. "No need to be nervous," she comforted before she rang the doorbell. I nodded my head. Then the door opened. "Kirstie! And... Imogen? Right?" Scott said. I nodded. He held the door open for us and Kirstie lead us in.

We walked into the sitting room. "Hi guys!" Kirstie smiled to Kevin and Avi. "Hey," Avi answered. "Sup," said Kevin. Scott then appeared. "Scott, Imogen, Imogen, Scott. Avi, Imogen, Imogen, Avi. Kevin, Imogen, Imogen, Avi. Mitch, Imogen, Imogen, Mitch. Whew!" Kirstie said, taking a breath at the end. I shook hands with them all. "Hi," I said shyly.

"Girls, take a seat," Scott smiled. Kirstie took me to the sofa and we sat down. Scott then took a seat beside me. My heart skipped a beat. "So, tell us about yourself?" Avi asked. "Well, my name's Imogen and I'm from England. When I was only 6 months I moved to Ireland."

I began to get more comfortable around them. "When I was 7 my dad left. He left me and my mum and my brother and sisters nothing. Then my siblings' dad died. Things slowly started going normal. Then, when I was 10, my mum got cancer. Then a year later she... um...left. I went to live with my sister," I continued.

"I did a runner. To England. I was in an orphanage. I was the mischievous child, you know? Then I had with them asses and moved to California. When I was nearly 17, an agent discovered me. I then made it big time as a countertenor."

Mitch cut me off. "You're Imogen Roberts! You were mega famous. I adored your music. But when you were 18 you just left. You had nothing to do with anyone. You demanded all your social media deleted. All of your YouTube videos were taken down. No one seen you."

I gasped. "Y-you took the words right out of my mouth," I stuttered. "But why did you just du-" Mitch was cut off by Kirstie. "Scott, can I talk in private?" "Yeah sure," Scott shrugged. They walked into the garden.

Kirstie's p.o.v

"Yeah?" Scott asked. "Imogen has been worried about this visit since I told her. I'm the only one who knows why she quit. Thats why I cut Mitch off and gave him the look. She really still loves singing, I bet. You have one of the best voices our of us," Kirstie started.

"Thanks?" Scott said, unsure of what to say. "Well, we can't stop her from doing what she loves? Right? Do you mind an overnight guest? We'll act like you're just gonna give her a few singing lessons. Then I'll go on an "emergency" okay? We need to help her. And I believe you can," I finished.

"So? Are you gonna do it?" I asked. "Please, Scott." "All right. I will," he smiled. I grinned back and we went inside. "Imogen? Come with me," I said.

Imogen and I walked into the garden. "I know you love singing and music, Imogen.  What do you say? Will you stay with Scott for a while? He can help," I asked.

Imogen was silent for a minute. I heard her sigh. "...Yes," she replied. She faced the ground. I hugged her. We walked back inside. I looked at Scott to say she said yes. He slightly nodded. When I looked up the other 3 were gone. "They said goodbye," Scott said, passing the message his friends left.

I pretended to type on my phone. "I gotta go. My mom's not feeling very well. Bye Imogen. Bye Scotty. Talk later," I said. I walked out and into my car.

Imogen's p.o.v

"Well, I guess you're stuck with me now," I joked.