Chapter 3
Here's the second half of the concert. Enjoy everyone!
"Thank you," said Salley.
The audience's applause died down.
"Now, before we move on, I was wondering if my boyfriend would like to sing
for all of you."
Espio was surprised. "Me?"
"Yeah. C'mon, Esp, sing."
Everyone else agreed and chanted, "SING! SING! SING!"
Espio smiled. "Um…okay." The audience cheered as he stepped onto the
stage and took the microphone from Salley. He cleared his throat and spoke, "This is a
song that most of you might know. I'd like to dedicate it to my beautiful girlfriend, Salley."
Salley blushed.
After everyone clapped, the music began to play and Espio sang:
"She's got a way about her.
I don't know what it is, but I know that I can't live without her.
She's got a way of pleasing.
I don't know what it is, but there doesn't have to be a reason anyway.
She's got a smile that heals me.
I don't know what it is, but I have to laugh when she reveals me.
She's got a way of talking.
I don't know what it is, but it lifts me up when we are walking anywhere.
She comes to me when I'm feeling down.
Inspires me without a sound.
She touches me and I get turned around.
She's got a way of showing.
How I make her feel and I find the strength to keep on going.
She's got a light around her.
And everywhere she goes a million dreams of love surround her everywhere.
She comes to me when I'm feeling down.
Inspires me without a sound.
She touches me and I get turned around.
She's got a way about her.
I don't know what it is, but I know that I can't live without her anyway."
Everyone screamed and cheered in glee for Espio's song.
The chameleon smiled, but then turned to see the cat-girl in tears. "Salley,
you're crying. What's wrong?"
Salley sobbed, "Oh, Esp…that was…so beautiful!" She hugged Espio tightly
in her arms.
Everyone looked at them in awe.
Espio let go of Salley. "I did it for you, sweetheart because I love you."
Salley sniffled. "I know." She leaned in and kissed Espio passionately on his
lips.
After they broke away, Espio whispered, "Thanks for letting me sing."
"No problem," said Salley, drying her tears.
Espio returned back to the audience.
Salley sniffled. "That was touching." She took a few deep breaths and
calmed down. "Okay, for the next song, it includes some flute parts which are going to be
played by my twin sister, Halley!"
The audience clapped and cheered as the green cat-girl stepped from behind
the curtain. She smiled and spoke into the microphone, "Thanks, guys. Oh my God, I'm so
glad to play this song with the Irresistibles. I'm just psyched!"
Salley smiled. "Alright. Let's get going."
After the audience died down, Salley began to sing:
"Time goes by…so slowly.
Time goes by…so slowly.
Time goes by…so slowly.
Time goes by…so slowly.
Time goes by…so slowly.
Time goes by…so slowly.
(Flute Solo)
Every little thing that you say or do.
I'm hung up.
I'm hung up on you.
Waiting for you to call, baby, night and day.
I'm fed up.
I'm tired of waiting on you.
Time goes by so slowly for those who wait.
No time to hesitate.
Those who run seem to have all the fun.
I'm caught up.
I don't know what to do.
Time goes by…so slowly.
Time goes by…so slowly.
Time goes by…so slowly.
I don't know what to do.
Every little thing that you say or do.
I'm hung up.
I'm hung up on you.
Waiting for you to call, baby, night and day.
I'm fed up.
I'm tired of waiting on you.
Every little thing that you say or do.
I'm hung up.
I'm hung up on you.
Waiting for you to call, baby, night and day.
I'm fed up.
I'm tired of waiting on you.
Ring, ring, ring goes the telephone.
The lights are on, but there's no one home.
Tick, tick, tock, it's a quarter to two.
And I'm done.
I'm hanging up on you.
I can't keep on waiting for you.
I know that you're still hesitating.
Don't cry for me 'cause I'll find my way.
You'll wake up one day, but it'll be too late.
Every little thing that you say or do.
I'm hung up.
I'm hung up on you.
Waiting for you to call, baby, night and day.
I'm fed up.
I'm tired of waiting on you.
Every little thing that you say or do.
I'm hung up.
I'm hung up on you.
Waiting for you to call, baby, night and day.
I'm fed up.
I'm tired of waiting on you.
Every little thing, every little thing.
I'm hung up.
I'm hung up on you.
Waiting for you to call, waiting for you to call.
I'm fed up.
I'm tired of waiting on you.
Time goes by…so slowly.
Time goes by…so slowly.
Time goes by…so slowly.
Time goes by…so slowly.
So slowly.
So slowly.
So slowly.
So slowly.
So slowly.
So slowly.
So slowly.
So slowly.
So slowly.
So slowly.
So slowly.
So slowly.
So slowly.
I don't know what to do.
Every little thing that you say or do.
I'm hung up.
I'm hung up on you.
Waiting for you to call, baby, night and day.
I'm fed up.
I'm tired of waiting on you.
Every little thing that you say or do.
I'm hung up.
I'm hung up on you.
Waiting for you to call, baby, night and day.
I'm fed up.
I'm tired of waiting on you.
Every little thing that you say or do.
I'm hung up.
I'm hung up on you.
Waiting for you to call, baby, night and day.
I'm fed up.
I'm tired of waiting on you."
The audience applauded for the song.
Salley smiled. "Thank you. And special thanks to my sister for playing the
flute parts."
Halley waved and then walked backstage.
"Alright," said Salley. "We have one more song for you. Now, this one
reminds me of the time when I was jealous of Julie. But, we're good friends now, and I'm
glad we're getting along. Here's the last song and we hope you enjoyed our first concert."
After everyone screamed in excitement, the music started and Salley
started to sing:
"Small town homecoming queen.
She's the star in this scene.
There's no way to deny, she's lovely.
Perfect skin, perfect hair.
Perfumed hearts everywhere.
Tell myself that inside, she's ugly.
Maybe, I'm just jealous.
I can't help but hate her.
Secretly, I wonder if my boyfriend wants to date her.
She is the prom queen; I'm in the marching band.
She is a cheerleader; I'm sitting in the stands.
She gets the top bunk; I'm sleeping on the floor.
She's Miss America and I'm just the girl next door.
Senior class president.
She must be heaven scent.
She was never the last one standing.
A backseat debutant.
Everything that you want.
Never too harsh or too demanding.
Maybe, I'll admit it, I'm a little bitter.
Everybody loves her, but I just want to hit her.
She is the prom queen; I'm in the marching band.
She is a cheerleader; I'm sitting in the stands.
She gets the top bunk; I'm sleeping on the floor.
She's Miss America and I'm just the girl next door.
Oh, I'm just the girl next door.
I don't know why I'm feeling sorry for myself.
I spend all my time wishing that I was someone else.
She is the prom queen; I'm in the marching band.
She is a cheerleader; I'm sitting in the stands.
I get a little bit; she gets a little more.
She's Miss America…yeah.
She's Miss America and I'm just the girl next door.
Hey, yeah, yeah!
Hey, yeah, yeah!
Hey, yeah, yeah!
Oh, I'm just the girl next door.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
I'm just the girl next door.
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
She is the prom queen and I'm just the girl next door."
Everyone applauded and cheered for the entire performance.
Salley sighed. "I actually did it! I made it through my first concert!"
Well, that's it. No, sorry, I take that back. There's one last chapter and then I'll
move on to the next story.
Are you still having trouble guessing the songs? If so, then I'll post them up next
time. Goodnight, peoples!
