After the two performances by Jacki and Jennavive, I got a bit nervous. I've heard Jacki sing before and I know she's definately in. There's no way ANYBODY would say no to her. But the reason I was nervous was that there were only 2 open spots left and 3 girls left to go, including me. I knew Jennavive wasn't in because she sucks major balls.
Back at the theatre, Veronica put her long black hair up in a ponytail, giving me deja vu from Heather on first season.
"OK, next is....Destiny."
Destiny flicked her long, curly black hair and sweetly got a mic and stood up onstage.
"And I guess you're singing?" Veronica asked dumbly.
"Yep."
"OK, may I ask what you're singing, your Highness?" Veronica smirked mockingly.
"Uh, Bad Romance by Lady Gaga." Destiny smiled.
Jacki and I laughed really quietly.
"Mkay, knock yourself out." Veronica said.
Destiny cleared her throat, tossed a ringlet out of her face, and began to sing.
I want your love and i want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
I want your love and all your lovers' revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
Rah rah ah ah ah ah
Roma roma mamaa
Gaga ooh la la
Want your bad romance
"Um...wow." Veronica was stunned. As was I. I automatically knew Destiny was in, and it hurt me because she's one of my best friends and I know I suck at singing, so im not in.
"Thank you." Destiny bowed and left the stage.
"Intermission! Inter...mission.?" I sputtered out loudly.
"Uh..intermission, guys." Veronica said and everyone took five.
I quickly ran behind the theatre and leaned against the wall - and sighed. If I don't get in, our team could lose, and everyone probably knows that I'm more competitive than Courtney. I know that's hard to beleive, but I am. It's not something I'm proud of, but-
"Hey." A voice said from behind me, scaring the sh*t out of me. I didn't turn around because I recognized that deep voice.
"What do you want, Duncan?" I crossed my arms, my back to him.
"I want to say I'm sorry."
"You said it already."
"I know and I tried to tell you that I meant what I said but you deserted me and left me like an asshole."
"Excuse me!?" I turned around sharply and got a good grip on his shirt collar, and brought his face closer to mine menacingly.
"You better shut the fuck up about gossip about me because once something gets out, and I track it back to you, I'll kick you somewhere you don't want to be kicked, SO HARD, that you ain't gonna be able to be a father." I said softly.
Duncan gulped, which I really wished he didn't do.
Admit it, Bella Ann. You like him and you know it-
STFU, conscience!
I groaned. I hate that name. Bella Ann. My birthname. Ugh, yuck yuck.
I pulled Duncan's face a bit closer to mine.
"Are we clear?" I asked sweetly and angelically.
"Crystal." His deep, brash voice mocked my orderly tone.
I see where I get the uptightness from.
I released Duncan's shirt and started to walk away.
I heard him sigh behind me and I turned a bit to see him lean against the wall and sink to the ground.
"Pathetic." I shook my head.
He sighed again, not looking at me. "You treat me like an asslicking uncle fucker without even knowing my backstory."
I sighed, and, unwilligly, I sat down next to him. "What's your backstory?"
He sighed AGAIN, and looked at the sky. "Three years ago, I performed a song I wrote at a nearby concert arena, close to where my family used to live. I played my acoustic guitar and I thought I was amazing. Then, something completely random ruined that."
I remained quiet.
"In the far back of the room, a woman started screaming "My baby is dead! He was suffocated by the noise!" and everybody started freaking out and covering their ears and they kept themselves from breathing to make sure they didnt inhale anything poisonous from my music."
"I was devastated. I thought music was a real career option, but idk. I mean people kept booing and I never sang again." Duncan finished.
I put my hand on his shoulder. "So this is what all of this is about? Your singing?"
He nodded solemnly.
"Duncan, there are other guys that will be in the show. What are you worried about? If you suck, then you suck. If you're amazing, then you're amazing."
He looked back down to the ground.
"The best you can do is try."
He nodded. "Thanks."
"Your welcome." I smiled a bit and helped him up like a child.
"So, are you in?"
"Probably not." I walked back to the girls.
Back at the theatre, Veronica put her long black hair up in a ponytail, giving me deja vu from Heather on first season.
"OK, next is....Destiny."
Destiny flicked her long, curly black hair and sweetly got a mic and stood up onstage.
"And I guess you're singing?" Veronica asked dumbly.
"Yep."
"OK, may I ask what you're singing, your Highness?" Veronica smirked mockingly.
"Uh, Bad Romance by Lady Gaga." Destiny smiled.
Jacki and I laughed really quietly.
"Mkay, knock yourself out." Veronica said.
Destiny cleared her throat, tossed a ringlet out of her face, and began to sing.
I want your love and i want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
I want your love and all your lovers' revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
Rah rah ah ah ah ah
Roma roma mamaa
Gaga ooh la la
Want your bad romance
"Um...wow." Veronica was stunned. As was I. I automatically knew Destiny was in, and it hurt me because she's one of my best friends and I know I suck at singing, so im not in.
"Thank you." Destiny bowed and left the stage.
"Intermission! Inter...mission.?" I sputtered out loudly.
"Uh..intermission, guys." Veronica said and everyone took five.
I quickly ran behind the theatre and leaned against the wall - and sighed. If I don't get in, our team could lose, and everyone probably knows that I'm more competitive than Courtney. I know that's hard to beleive, but I am. It's not something I'm proud of, but-
"Hey." A voice said from behind me, scaring the sh*t out of me. I didn't turn around because I recognized that deep voice.
"What do you want, Duncan?" I crossed my arms, my back to him.
"I want to say I'm sorry."
"You said it already."
"I know and I tried to tell you that I meant what I said but you deserted me and left me like an asshole."
"Excuse me!?" I turned around sharply and got a good grip on his shirt collar, and brought his face closer to mine menacingly.
"You better shut the fuck up about gossip about me because once something gets out, and I track it back to you, I'll kick you somewhere you don't want to be kicked, SO HARD, that you ain't gonna be able to be a father." I said softly.
Duncan gulped, which I really wished he didn't do.
Admit it, Bella Ann. You like him and you know it-
STFU, conscience!
I groaned. I hate that name. Bella Ann. My birthname. Ugh, yuck yuck.
I pulled Duncan's face a bit closer to mine.
"Are we clear?" I asked sweetly and angelically.
"Crystal." His deep, brash voice mocked my orderly tone.
I see where I get the uptightness from.
I released Duncan's shirt and started to walk away.
I heard him sigh behind me and I turned a bit to see him lean against the wall and sink to the ground.
"Pathetic." I shook my head.
He sighed again, not looking at me. "You treat me like an asslicking uncle fucker without even knowing my backstory."
I sighed, and, unwilligly, I sat down next to him. "What's your backstory?"
He sighed AGAIN, and looked at the sky. "Three years ago, I performed a song I wrote at a nearby concert arena, close to where my family used to live. I played my acoustic guitar and I thought I was amazing. Then, something completely random ruined that."
I remained quiet.
"In the far back of the room, a woman started screaming "My baby is dead! He was suffocated by the noise!" and everybody started freaking out and covering their ears and they kept themselves from breathing to make sure they didnt inhale anything poisonous from my music."
"I was devastated. I thought music was a real career option, but idk. I mean people kept booing and I never sang again." Duncan finished.
I put my hand on his shoulder. "So this is what all of this is about? Your singing?"
He nodded solemnly.
"Duncan, there are other guys that will be in the show. What are you worried about? If you suck, then you suck. If you're amazing, then you're amazing."
He looked back down to the ground.
"The best you can do is try."
He nodded. "Thanks."
"Your welcome." I smiled a bit and helped him up like a child.
"So, are you in?"
"Probably not." I walked back to the girls.
