AHHHH! I can't believe I let this happen! And on the second chapter! I was really hoping I wouldn't have a long time of no updates with this story. But it happened. Shoot. School started though, and ya know… school. I thought I would have time on some days, but then other things got pushed to the top of the list. And my computer is on a steady downwards path and doesn't like to get going very quickly and I would get frustrated and not want to touch it. Anyways… enough excuses! I won't let it happen again. Promise.
Voice Font: Bella… Everybody
Album: Dear Jacob…
Track #2: Karma Is a Female Dog
Track #3: Fiddle
Karma Is a Female Dog
Still Wednesday, October, 6...
"What do you think Mrs. Sagen is doing when she's M.I.A. like this?" Alice asked as she balanced a pencil on the curve of her little pixie nose.
"Lost in her endless piles of sheet music, trying to clean a new pee stain courtesy of her shih-tzu, it's also possible that she just forgot to come," Rosalie answered while filing her nails.
I sat on the other side of Alice in the black, lined up chairs with my song journal on my lap. "Quite possible. It's a wonder we know our songs by concert time with what little rehearsals we have."
Mrs. Sagen, the Forks high choir teacher, is late to class ninety nine percent of the time. Mostly, she's just ten or 15 minutes late. She also has those days when she isn't seen for half an hour or more and some people start to wonder if she got locked in a closet or passed out on the floor because she forgot to breath while singing a song back in her little cave of musical wonders. Then there are the days when she is miraculously in the room at the bell. Don't count on that though, it only happens once or twice all semester.
The choir shared a classroom with the band. The chairs were lined up in the middle of the room. A white board was mounted on the wall we faced with a baby grand piano in front. In the extra space to the side of the room was where the instruments were kept, including the drum set and electric guitar for various plays and performances.
Rosalie sighed and looked at the clock. "It's been twenty seven minutes, five more and we will have a new record."
"Ugh, I don't even have homework to do to pass the time. She better get here quick before chaos breaks out," Alice said.
The girl who sat in front of me, Ashlynn, turned around to talk to me. "Bella, we need some entertainment. You should sing something!"
The brunette next to her agreed. "Yeah, you totally should! I love your songs!"
Soon we had the entire girls choir chanting for us to sing and spare them of their boredom. I didn't even have time to respond before Alice pulled me up and dragged me through the chairs to get to the instruments. Rosalie, of course, grabbed a violin and Alice picked up the electric guitar.
With a devious a idea spinning in my head, I grabbed a blue white board marker and drew a stick figure nice and big. Next to him I wrote 'SON OF A BI' but stopped myself. I can't write that, this is school. My devious idea then became a spectacularly devious idea. I rubbed out the 'BI' with the heel of my hand and wrote 'FEMALE DOG' in it's place.
Behind me I heard a chorus of laughter and Alice and Rosalie playing the first notes loud and strong. I sat on the piano and faced the class with a sly smile.
Well I tried to write an honest song
About lyin' & gettin' cheated on,
And I'll keep it clean cause Mama taught me right.
Still some of us here in this world
Are too polite & nice 'a girls
To say the dapper things here on my mind.
Like how he left me like a fool,
And that he used a dirty garden tool,
And I was just so in love with that Richard-head.
So everybody sing along,
'Cause Karma's a female dog.
Oh, Karma, one day's gonna haunt ya',
And I wanna see it bite ya' right on your behind.
So everybody that's been done wrong,
Well, come on and sing along,
'Cause Karma's a female dog.
Well, I'll never say this to his face,
I'll just go write in on My Space,
And pray that it's a hit on radio.
But I though all you girls should know
That he's a no-good donkey hole
And I'm gonna do what he done did to me.
That piece that starts with an "S" and ends with a "hit"
How did he inspire this family fun and cuss free therapy
For everybody to sing along
"Everybody now!"
'Cause Karma's a female dog.
Well it don't matter anymore,
'Cause my fine behind just hit the door,
The same one someone else is chasin' now.
And he'll come runnin' back so fast,
And I'll tell him to kiss my
And ask me if I really ever cared.
And he'll be sayin'
Karma, one day's gonna haunt ya',
And I wanna see it bite ya' right on your
Back-stabbin', no good cheatin', left me cryin' with your leavin',
l-l-lyin' when you said you were really good in b-
-d everybody that's been done wrong,
Come on and sing along
'Cause Karma's a female dog
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Yeah, Karma's a female dog!
Laughter and cheers echoed throughout the tall room. It felt so good to let this out, the fury I felt towards Jacob. Most girls in my situation would be curled up on their bed, looking like a mess wearing baggy sweats and mascara making gray rivers down their cheeks, with a bucket of cookie dough ice cream in their laps. That's not me though. I was only filled with pure infuriation. I guess that's just the way I am, I don't want a pity party. Plus, I have such a strong support system telling me that he's not worth my tears.
At that moment, Mrs. Sagen walked through the door, wearing her signature ridiculous and colorful style.
"I'm here, girls! So sorry, I had misplaced my left shoe and lost track of time searching for it. I finally found it in Mr. Henry's tuba! Alrighty, let's see what we can do with 12 minutes."
Classic Mrs. Sagen.
Lunchtime…
"Good Lord, Emmett. Give the poor chicken a break and come up for air," Jasper said as he sat down at the lunch table next to Alice.
Emmett rolled his eyes and finished the last two bites of his drum stick and dropped the bone on his tray. "So, Miss Bella, I heard you kicked ass today in choir."
"How do you know about that? It happened like, twenty minutes ago."
"Are you kidding me? The entire school knows!"
"Ugh." I felt a blush grow on my cheeks. I may seem like the most out going person when I'm on stage, but I'm actually really shy. It's as if a guitar and microphone completely transform me. Any other time, though, I would much rather like to stay on the sidelines.
"I wouldn't find it something to be ashamed about, Bella. Letting people know that you're not someone to be messed with is generally a good thing," Rosalie said.
"And now the male population knows you're back on the market," Alice added, waggling her eyebrows.
I threw a fry at her face. "Alice, I just broke up with my boyfriend because he cheated on me, I don't really want to get into another relationship right now. So you can tell the male population that I'm not interested." She just rolled her eyes.
"So," I said loudly, trying to change the subject. "Are we all set on our performance tonight?"
Tonight…
We all know that Rosalie is amazing with the violin, but she can really fiddle on that thing. Serious Devil Went Down To Georgia fiddling. It's insane to a ridiculous degree. I always get excited when we start a song that she can really go to town with. It get's the audience super riled up which gets me riled up which gets the rest of the band riled up which results in an outstanding show. Needless to say, tonight is going to be amazing.
Everyone got on stage and in their respective spots. Rosalie took center stage under the bright spotlight. I stood behind her just to the right. The moment Jasper hit the first beat, Rosalie's bow was dancing erratically across the strings. Her body dipped and turned and jumped with music She slowed just a bit after her intro and held a note out real long. That's when I jumped in.
Stepped into the spotlight
Of this traveling show
Went across the room
Those big blue eyes look in my soul
I was singing fatal love
How was I to know
That boy would change my plans
Louisiana soldiers seem to have it all
As that old red curtain fell
I began to fall
I was packing up my case
He was waiting down the hall
When the real show began
Cause to win my heart strings
And promised me the moon
Played me hard
Until I cried out of tune
Took my song
And he left me worn out 'n brittle
Played me like a fiddle
Well I should have gone
And taken his boat and his backside
When he went and told me one thing
And then turned around and lied
Well I lost all my dignity
But I sure kept my pride
And he was sure good for a song
Cause to win my heart strings
And promised me the moon
Played me hard
Until I cried out of tune
Took my song
And he left me worn out 'n brittle
Played me like a
Hey
Now ladies you beware
Of those in assuming eyes
He might look so innocent
But its just a disguise
He's just overcompensating
For a total pack of lies
In his little tiny heart…
Cause to win my heart strings
And promised me the moon
Played me hard
Until I cried out of tune
Took my song
And he left me pissed off 'n brittle
Played me like a fiddle
Oh, oh, aoh
Oh, oh, aoh
Oh, oh, aoh
Song Notes: Karma's a Female Dog and Fiddle are both by Bomshel
Just a fun little detail… Mrs. Sagen used to be my choir teacher, best I ever had. The craziness of this Sagen is bit exaggerated, though.
Once again, won't let happen ever again. Promise, promise, promise.
Peace, love, and Twilight,
Katie
