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)
