Beginner's Luck

Sorry if this lacks quality. It's my first story. Please, no flames.

Aryana the Hedgehog was sitting in her bedroom, with her best friend, Emily the Hedgehog.

"I'm just confused, Emmy...what if I mess up?" Aryana said in despair. She told her friend Ashlynn during a game of Truth or Dare that she would post a live video of her singing a song, but she couldn't get any of the lyrics memorized.

"You just have to keep looking over the lyrics, and you'll get it", Emily replied solemnly. "It can't be that hard!"

Squinting her cobalt blue eyes at Emma, she flatly stated, "That's because you're not singing the song, where I could be blasted by millions of people I don't even know!"

Emily's bright yellow eyes expressed annoyance, but she decided not to say anything about it to Aryana. "You'll be fine. Just trust me," she said to Aryana, brushing her black and brown hair away from her eyes.

"If you say so..." Aryana said, her highlighted orange and sky blue hair parted on either sides of her head.

Aryana looked up at the clock, which said 4 o'clock. She remembered what Ashlynn said: "The stream starts at 4:02." She sucked in a shaky breath, and dragged herself on stage. The camcorder was already there, pointed directly at Aryana. In the best way she possibly could, Aryana began to sing her favorite song, Meghan Trainor's "Title".

If you want my love, you gotta do what it does

If you want these sweet like sugar Gucci lips, you better give it up

I know you think I'm cool, but I am one of the boys

No, don't be scared that I'm gonna tie you down, I need a little more

(Chorus)

Baby, don't call me your friend

If I hear that word again

You might never get a chance to ever see me again

And I know girls ain't hard to find

But if you think you wanna try

Then consider this an invitation to kiss my ass goodbye

Give me that title, title

Come on, give me that title, title

Better give me that title, title

Come on, give me that title, title (Yeah)

If it ain't no game (No, no) I won't be hangin' around (Hangin' around)

But don't you call me up at 3 am saying how ya need me now

Don't call me "boo", like you're some kinda ghost (What, you're a ghost?)

If you don't want me seeing other guys, well, here's what you need to know

(Chorus)

You know, I'm a special kind of woman

I'm loving what you've got, but I'm hating what you're doing

Gotta understand that I'm looking for a man

Who can get up on the bike, "Look mom, no hands"

You gotta show me off, boy

You'll be embarrassed if that's the case, then I'm gone

You gotta treat me like a trophy, put me on the shelf

Call me something else (Oh yeah)

(Chorus)