Don't Speak

Chapter 3: White Horse

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(Mitchie's POV)

It was opening night jam, and excitement was buzzing throughout the mess hall. Currently Sander and Barron were doing a dance routine to one of Lola's songs, while my friends and I occupied a corner away from everyone else. My turn was soon, and I had to make sure that I was ready.

"You sure about this Mi?" Lena asked. She wasn't sure if I'd be able to sing this particular song in front of the boy who inspired it.

"I think so. And anyway, if I break down, you guys will come and rescue me right?"

"Of course!" They all chorused.

"And now… give it up for, Connect 3!" Dee shouted.

Oh god, this was not going to be pretty.

"I just wanted to dedicate this song to my girlfriend," an unfortunately familiar voice said. Great, so he's dating Tess.

(Shane- Bold, Nate- Italics)
I'm hot, you're cold
You go around like you know
Who I am, but you don't
You've got me on my toes
I'm slippin' into the lava
And I'm tryin' keep from goin' under
Baby, who turned the temperature hotter?
'Cause I'm burnin' up, burnin' up for you baby
C'mon girl
I fell so fast (so fast)
Can't hold myself back
High heels (high heels), red dress (red dress)
All by yourself, gotta catch my breath
I'm slippin' into the lava
And I'm tryin' keep from goin' under
Baby, who turned the temperature hotter?
'Cause I'm burnin' up, burnin' up for you baby
Walk in the room all I can see is you
Oh, you're starin' me down I know you feel it too
I'm slippin' into the lava
And I'm tryin' keep from goin' under
Baby, who turned the temperature hotter?
'Cause I'm burnin' up, burnin' up for you baby
Slippin' into the lava
And I'm tryin' keep from goin' under
Baby, who turned the temperature hotter?
'Cause I'm burnin' up, burnin' up for you baby
I'm slippin' into the lava
And I'm tryin' keep from goin' under
Baby, who turned the temperature hotter?
'Cause I'm burnin' up, burnin' up for you baby
Burnin' up, burnin' up for you baby

Everyone cheered, even my friends and I. I hate to admit it, but that was a really good song.

"And now for Tess Tyler!"

Wow, and I thought it couldn't get any better. Her song was… okay…

When I feel all alone
And nobody knows
Still got a smile for awhile
I cant let it show
Dry my tears, have no fears
And when I'm backstage feeling down
And the lights come on
No time to worry
Gotta Hurry, Gotta sing my song
GOtta shake it off, and Strike a pose
Snap my fingers just like that
Don't get what I want and that's a fact
Snap my fingers just like that
Don't get what I want, just cuz I want it
I'm super cool, super hot
Living like a rock star
You think I'm super
You think I'm super
On the cover of your magazine
Wherever I go they make a scene
I'm super super, I'm super duper
So you wanna be just like
So you wanna be just like
Me, you wanna be just like me
Everybody's watching me
(cant understand this line)
Super Super, be super super girl
When I walk in the room
Everybody stops
Cameras Flashing, People Fighting
For the best shot
They like my hair, clothes I wear
Everybody wants to know what I'm doing next
Sometimes I wish I could stay home
Just be by myself
I wanna be, walking free
cant you see
Snap my fingers just like that
Don't get what I want and that's a fact
Snap my fingers just like that
Don't get what I want, just cuz I want it
CHORUS
Wish you could see out
Like everybody else
Struggling to let go
And always be myself
CHORUS

Yeah, don't know what to really say to that…

"And last, but not least, let's welcome Mitchie Torres!"

I went up with my acoustic guitar, Georgi followed me with her violin, and Ben sat at the piano.

I looked out into the audience, and my gaze locked onto Shane. He had an arm wrapped around Tess's waist, and you probably couldn't fit a magazine between them. This hurt, and that made the emotions I needed for my song come right up to the surface, turning themselves into tears.

Say you're sorry
That face of an angel
Comes out just when you need it to
As I paced back and forth all this time
Cause I honestly believed in you
Holding on
And days drag on
Stupid girl,
I should have known, I should have known
I'm not a princes, this ain't a fairy tale
I'm not the one to sweep off her feet,
Lead her up the stairwell
This ain't Hollywood, this is a small town,
I was a dreamer before you went and let me down
Now it's too late for you
And your white horse, to come around
Baby I was naive,
Got lost in your eyes
And never really had a chance
I had so many dreams
About you and me
Happy endings
Now I know
I'm not a princes, this ain't a fairy tale
I'm not the one to sweep off her feet,
Lead her up the stairwell
This ain't Hollywood, this is a small town,
I was a dreamer before you went and let me down
Now it's too late for you
And your white horse, to come around
Here you are your sitting there
Begging for forgiveness, begging for me
Just like I always wanted but I'm sooo sorry
Cause I'm not your princess, this ain't a fairytale
I'm gonna find someone somewhere who might actually treat me well
This is a big world, that was a small town
There in my rearview mirror disappears now
Now its too late for you and your white horse
Now its too late for you and your white horse, to catch me now
Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa
Try and catch me now
Oh, it's too late
To catch me now

I let a tear fall slowly down my cheek.