Stay; Leave; Cry; Dry Eyes; CHOOSE!
Max's POV:
"Okay, to put it nicely…," I said, looking around at everyone, "that sucked. Royally."
Everyone with any sense (meaning everyone in the room) looked away nervously.
"I'm sorry, Max," Dylan began, but I cut him off.
"Sorry? Sorry?" My voice was going steadily higher. "Freakin' Justin Bieber can do a better song than we just did. And that guy can't sing. At all." I glared at Dylan, Fang, Iggy, Ella, Nudge, Gazzy, and Angel. Well, I looked at Gazzy, Ella, and Angel. They were just there to watch. They didn't screw up my song.
"Now. From the top," I instructed. Sighs from all around. "The top," I repeated.
Iggy picked up his bass (don't ask me how the blind guy can play bass; I have no freakin' clue), Dylan picked up his drumsticks, and Nudge picked up her guitar. I never left my mike, or put down my guitar. I (minus Ella, Gazzy, and Angel) was the only one who didn't move.
We started playing, Nudge strumming gently on her acoustic. Dylan slowly picked up the backbeat, with Iggy doing something no one else could figure out how to do-play the bass softly. I joined in with my guitar after a few beats. A few more seconds passed, and I started singing. (Now, no judging the song. I wrote it by myself, and I don't appreciate criticism, unless you're my friend)
After one,
I'm in the sun,
Tryin',
Not to cry,
'Cuz after,
You left,
All around me,
There was death,
And I have nowhere else to go,
But home…
And I need you here,
I need you beside me,
I need you to be with me,
And I need you to listen,
So I don't,
Break down,
And Cry…
Why did I ever believe you?
Why did I ever think you were telling the truth?
Why could I not see through your lies?
Why couldn't I rip off your disguise?
And I need you here,
I need you beside me,
I need you to be with me,
And I need you to listen,
So I don't,
Break down,
And Cry…
And I need you here,
I need you beside me,
I need you to be with me,
And I need you to listen,
So I don't,
Break down,
And Cry…
'Cuz I don't,
Wanna Cry…
"Okay," I said. "That was better."
"Not good," I added. "But better."
"So we can stop now?" Nudge asked hopefully.
I thought for a minute. "Sure," I said finally.
"Let's go get ice cream!" Nudge yelled, jumping up from her perch on the table in the treehouse.
I glanced at everyone else. I shrugged. "Why not?" I asked. "We actually didn't suck that time."
Everyone jumped up and ran away.
"I don't bite-much," I muttered.
