Price Tag

A/N Hey, this is my second songfic. Please review! It's in Macey's POV, and I really hope you'll like it!

(I DON'T OWN!) Im sorry if you think the beginning is too long! But in my other songfic, people wanted more talking and less song so… please give me feedback! (she might be a little OOC.)

Macey's POV

"Macey Winters, you're starting!" The recorder guy yells my name." I'm coming!" I call back. The marble floor echoes my red stiletto footsteps. I know what your thinking, STILETTOS? Well, being Mrs. Winters, I have to keep an image up, you know? I step into the wood recording room. The microphone is up against my lips. "Oh, Mrs. Winters, I'm sorry, I didn't see you come in." As he reaches over to turn down the radio, the song "Price Tag" goes on. "Wait, crank it up!" Without noticing I start singing,

Seems like everybody's got a price,
I wonder how they sleep at night.
When the tale comes first,
And the truth comes second,
Just stop, for a minute and
Smile.

During this verse, I can't help, but think how true that is. I take off my diamond, studded gold coat and keep on singing.

Why is everybody so serious!
Acting so damn mysterious
You got your shades on your eyes
And your heels so high
That you can't even have a good time.

That reminded me of a party at Beverly Hills, the people we're all wearing shades and tuxes. Even being the President's wife, I could help but notice how sad it was that everyone was just boasting about their junk.

Everybody look to their left
Everybody look to their right
Can you feel that (yeah)
Well pay them with love tonight…

I took off my huge, golden bangle bracelets, and sang…

It's not about the money, money, money
We don't need your money, money, money
We just wanna make the world dance,
Forget about the Price Tag

"Tell that to the cashier at Superstore!" I laughed to myself.
Ain't about the (ha) Cha-Ching Cha-Ching.
Aint about the (yeah) Ba-Bling Ba-Bling
Wanna make the world dance,
Forget about the Price Tag.

I took of my 99.9 carat gold necklace, that was engraved with the word "Winter, forever."
We need to take it back in time,
When music made us all UNITE!
And it wasn't low blows and video Hoes,
Am I the only one gettin'… tired?

Jessie J is a true genius, true ,true genius!

Why is everybody so obsessed?
Money can't buy us happiness
Can we all slow down and enjoy right now
Guarantee we'll be feelin
All right.

I thought to myself,"Preston worries too much about money, and being President. I think at that moment I realized something…

Everybody look to their left
Everybody look to their right
Can you feel that (yeah)
Well pay them with love tonight…

I took off my red stilettos, and finished the song with all my heart and with my dignity.

It's not about the money, money, money
We don't need your money, money, money
We just wanna make the world dance,
Forget about the Price Tag
Ain't about the (ha) Cha-Ching Cha-Ching.
Ain't about the (yeah) Ba-Bling Ba-Bling
Wanna make the world dance,
Forget about the Price Tag.

Yeah yeah
oo-oooh
forget about the price tag, oo-ooh.

I finished to hear clapping, from all over the room. "Preston?" I asked in utter surprise, "Hey Macey, listening to you sing is like hearing an angel sing." I laughed, "If I'm an angel.. then what are you?" He smiled," Hey Macey, aren't you going to get your stuff?" He asked. "Preston, I don't think so, I am me, not some rich little brat. I hope you understand, I didn't marry you for your money, wealth or fame. I married you because you made me happy." I finshed, I seriously, hoped he wasn't going to lash out on me." I was just going to tell you, Mace, I thought about it, and I've been spending too much time with campaigning. I deserve to be with my wife. Honey, WE'RE GOING TO BRAZIL!"