NOTE:
Before you continue to read Chapter 2, please take note that WHOEVER SHOWS THIS TO THAT GUY IN THAT CLASS WHICH I SO HAPPEN LIKE A LOT should DIE.
Oh yeah thanks for reading. Hope you enjoy.
Chapter 2: The Idiot in love has fallen
March 2013
It was a while since I have felt 'that' feeling. It is normal for girls to have small crushes but it all changed for me this night.
Tonight is our Graduation Bash. And guess what?
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...what?
Me and my friends have to PERFORM.
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ON STAGE.
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IN FRONT OF THE WHOLE LEVEL.
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WITH MY CRUSH THERE TO SEE ME.
...crap.
Okay, I know it's not much of a big deal for other's but-I HAVE NEVER HEARD MY VOICE ON MICROPHONE.
And I bet the popular girls are all like, " OMG what a loser let's talk like drug addicts and flirt until we get pregnant."
...Okay maybe that last part wasn't true but I'm so freaking nervous. I was shaking and cold. I know there was a word for that which started with a letter 'h' but I suck at spelling.
Even though it's just .line. that I have to sing.
No problem.
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OH HELL NAW.
You know what? I'm just wasting my time typing my ass off here, I should just come back WHEN I sing.
So, bye-bye!
-oOXOo-
My heart was pounding ten times faster per minute.
The lights lay bright upon me. I was right at the center. One friend cowering at the left and the other two assisting each other at the right. A sudden migrane attacks me since my eyes could not take bright lights. My hands were shaking and I was holding onto the microphone as if it was my lifeline.
I look around at my surroundings. Many people were surrounding the stage with their cameras, some were students. I couldn't see well since it has been a long time since I have changed my lenses. Oh my gosh... What if HE was watching? My mind keeps racing into multiple thoughts and confusion. That's when I finally noticed:
The music has started.
My friend was playing the guitar well. We only had a few minor mistakes so far such as the microphone screeching from the overlapping of sounds. My two other singing friends sang a bit quickly at the start, but later on started to calm down. Everything was going smoothly until-
It's my turn.
I sang as confident as I could, even though it was just one line. I fixed my gaze down, not daring to look at the crowd. But there was one problem:
I couldn't hear my voice.
That's what's scary about using a microphone for the first time in years; you can't hear/recognize your voice.
-oOXOo-
I'm choking on my own saliva.
Yes, I am crying, crying like the idiot I am and should be. The idiot who should have never, ever, performed or even came to this place. The idiot who had just ruined a performance that was practiced by a group of friends I cherished.
My tears started to wet my glasses. I took them off and held them with my hand. I examined them and recall those eyes I have seen beyond the glass. I could not just believe I sang like that in front of him. I couldn't hear my voice and pitches must have been all wrong...I mean, he must've not even watched me since he doesn't have a clue about me. And to believe I had wished he would like me someday must be really impossible. Falling in love with someone really makes you want to believe all his thoughts are equivalent to liking you back...
I look up into the crescent moon or whatever it was. I couldn't see well. I am the worst. I have even rejected my caring friends who have offered comfort, but I didn't deserve that. I brought our name down.
I had to go back. I told myself. I wipe my tears away with the black and white themed outfit that was chosen for me today. I didn't want to cause a ruckus for my friends for them to start looking for me. I wipe my glasses with my shirt and put them on. I stand up steadily and try to fix up my voice (which by the way sounded like a dying shot bird).
I carefully make my way through the noisy crowd back to my seat so I could just wait for this stupid program to finish already.