1 WEEK LATER
TRIS POV
Lynn, Shauna, Marlene, Christina and I are all waiting in the lobby of the recording studio.
Chris and Marlene are giving us a pep talk.
Well... sort of.
"You guys we can't mess up this is our one chance to do our dream thing and if we mess it up it goes down the drain of dreams that will never come true."
"Like my marriage." I mumble.
"Tris, this is not the time for-"
"Yes, I know, if I screw up its my fault we won't be famous, going down the dream drain and blah blah blah."
She's about to say something back, but the receptionist lady calls us up.
She shows us where to go and tells us good luck.
We thank her and walk down the narrow hallway.
We knock on the door lightly like the lady told us to.
Like she said would happen, a man opens the door and invites us in.
"Hello girls! We're going to get started soon. Treat yourself to some water if you would like!"
All of us grab a water bottle and sit down.
The guy tells us to go into the recording studio.
We go inside.
"So have you guys decided on a band name?"
Christina answers for us.
"Yeah we've decided on Nation."
(A/N: I couldn't really think of anything and this was like the only idea I had. Sorry. It's lame.)
"Alright!"
He writes some stuff down on a piece of paper.
"And what song are you going to sing, and did you write that song?"
"We're going to sing a song that we did write called I'm gonna show you crazy."
(A/N: It's actually by Bebe Rexha, no way in hell am I going to write a song that's good.)
"Okay! Show me what you got!"
Marlene starts.
There's a war inside my head
Sometimes I wish that I was dead, I'm broken
So I call this therapist
And she said, "Girl, you can't be fixed, just take this."
Then I take over
I'm tired of trying to be normal
I'm always over-thinking
I'm driving myself crazy
So what if I'm fucking crazy?
And I don't need your quick fix
I don't want your prescriptions
Just 'cause you say I'm crazy
So what if I'm fucking crazy?
Yeah, I'm gonna show you
Then we all sing.
Loco, maniac, sick bitch, psychopath,
Yeah, I'm gonna show you
I'm gonna show you,
Yeah, I'm gonna show you
Mental out my brain, bad shit go insane,
Yeah, I'm gonna show you
I'm gonna show you
Yeah, I'm gonna show you
Christina keeps singing.
I've been searching city streets
Trying to find the missing piece like you said
And I searched hard only to find
There's not a single thing that's wrong with my mind
YOU ARE READING
Between the lines (sequel to Divergent High) ON HOLD
DiversosSEQUEL TO DIVERGENT HIGH - ON HOLD Tris struggles through her unplanned pregnancy. Balancing college work and her babies, can she keep her sanity between the lines? DISCLAIMER: I do not own divergent or any of its original characters.
