I'm so impatient for you guys to read this next chapter that I can't even wait more than three days! But you guys probably won't complain. So here you go!
I have no rights to the song Friday Night, all goes to Katy Perry. I don't own Sisters Grimm- it's only in my fantasy world, where people ride around on dragons and I'm Queen of the Fey
Peace,
Ciara xxx
Chapter 7
There's a stranger in my bed,
There's a pounding in my head
Glitter all over the room
Pink flamingos in the pool
I smell like a minibar
DJ's passed out in the yard
Barbie's on the barbeque
This a hickie or a bruise
Pictures of last night
Ended up online
I'm screwed
Oh well
It's a blacked out blur
But I'm pretty sure it ruled
Sabrina pointed the mic towards the audience and they yelled "Damn!"
Last Friday night
Yeah, we danced on tabletops
And we took too many shots
Think we kissed but I forgot
Last Friday night
Yeah, we maxed our credit cards
And got kicked out of the bar
So we hit the boulevard
Last Friday night
We went streaking in the park
Skinny dipping in the dark
Then had a ménage à trois
Last Friday night
Yeah I think we broke the law
Always say we're gonna stop
Op-oh-oh
This Friday night
Puck was in awe. Grimm could sing? He'd never heard her sing before. But suddenly, the last few weeks made sense. She had been stuffing a piece of paper into her bag when he ran into her- probably a flyer to show her band mates. She was relieved when she found out the auditions were private. She was always running off to Belle's house. And the time she screamed and ran out the house must've been her finding out that her band had been selected.
Do it all again
(Do it all again) Alice and Belle sang in the background.
This Friday night
Do it all again
Trying to connect the dots
Don't know what to tell my boss
Think the city towed my car
Chandeliers on the floor
Ripped my favorite party dress
Warrant's out for my arrest
Think I need a ginger ale
That was such an epic fail
Everyone was dancing now, singing along, or, in Puck's case, staring at Sabrina on stage.
Pictures of last night
Ended up online
I'm screwed
Oh well
It's a blacked out blur
But I'm pretty sure it ruled
"Damn!" yelled the crowd.
Last Friday night
Yeah, we danced on table tops
And we took too many shots
Think we kissed but I forgot
Last Friday night
Yeah, we maxed our credit cards
And got kicked out of the bar
So we hit the boulevard
Last Friday night
We went streaking in the park
Skinny dipping in the dark
Then had a ménage à trois
Last Friday night
Yeah I think we broke the law
Always say we're gonna stop
Oh whoa oh
This Friday night
Do it all again
(Do it all again) Alice and Belle
This Friday night
Do it all again
(Do it all again) Alice and Belle
This Friday night
Jill, Belle and Alice stopped playing and started clapping. The crowd joined in, some even stamping along to the beat. Sabrina punctuated every syllable with a fist pump, done by the hand with the mic.
"T.G.I.F! T.G.I.F! T.G.I.F! T.G.I.F! T.G.I.F! T.G.I.F!"
Sabrina grinned and sang the chorus again, the other girls back on their guitars. But like all songs, they have to come to an end:
Last Friday night
Yeah I think we broke the law
Always say we're gonna stop
Oh-whoa-oh
This Friday night
Do it all again
The crowd roared as the song ended. Sabrina smiled, and yelled, "I believe that this party only just started! People, be ready to be here 'till midnight if you want to have fun."