HAHAhahah! Why I did that, don't ask me… cause I don't know.
Disclaimer: *scared in the corner* I'm sorry ok! I thought I wrote before that I own nothing, have I not? Wait, the cave-man called the popo? SNAP!
Chapter ten
Ally squealed and jumped into Austin's shocked arms. Then realized what she was doing and quickly slithered off.
"I mean umm… I'm so happy for you man! I don't really think she likes Dez though, I think she likes you. Cause you know, you pressured her into telling you something personal… I mean what kind of person wouldn't lie to their crush?" Ally babbled on.
"Maybe… maybe your right. Maybe that's why she said Dez, Thanks man, you're the best. But how did you know I pressured Ally into doing that?" Austin asked, suddenly becoming suspicious.
"Umm" Ally started, then sprinted to the other side of the room. "BYE!" She shouted at Austin while running.
"So weird…" Austin muttered under his breath.
Austin was now back on set with Helen, doing the show and asking normal questions. Austin was so happy they didn't ask about 'her'. Although, back-stage was where everything happened…
"Trish guess what?" Ally asked excitedly. "No don't guess I'll just tell you… no, guess? Never mind I'll tell-no," She was so happy she made no sense. Trish grabbed her shoulders and violently shook her.
"Austin loves me… not just likes me, but loves me! How awesome is that?" She said, jumping up and down. Trish had a very happy face on.
Ally was about to speak again when her hand was being pulled, she looked over and saw the security guard ushering her to the set, she panicked.
"Wha-why!" She exclaimed.
"Who are you?" He asked. Ally cleared her throught.
"Gangsta Masta, why?" She asked in her fake deep voice.
"Because, you're going to have to perform because our band couldn't come, some red-headed boy told us you were a rapper. Right?" He growled, Ally nodded frantically. She looked from side-to-side to try and find a way to escape, but sadly found none.
"And here is our new act in such short notice, GANGSTA MASTA!" Ally heard Helen scream when she got on stage.
Ally bashfully looked at the audience, microphone in hand.
"So what song will you be rapping us Gangsta Masta?" Asked Austin.
"Umm… It's called umm… 'I like pickles, PSYCH! I love them!'. Here we go. Drop the beat!" She said, swaying side to side like a gangsta.
Ally rap: (A/N: I made this up… review and say you like it… even though it's bad,)
'I look at the ceiling,
I look at the ground.
I g-get this felling,
And I uh-break it down.'
Ally did some Beyonce-ass moves. She tightened her bandana.
'I tell the world,
That I'm gonna hurl.
If I have too much,
Fruity-mint-swirl.
Uh… yeah…'
If you hadn't noticed Ally was just making up words that rhyme.
'Rhyming is easy,
Just don't make too cheesy.
She paused for a second, then continued.
I don't need a girl by my side, to look hot,
Which I'm telling you Austin, you are not.
She pointed to Austin while saying that rhyme. She meant to say he had no girlfriend. Not that he's not hot.
I look so fresh,
Under this flesh,
But I'm covering it up, with my mustache! Fricky-fricky-free-style!'
When she was done with that she was breathing heavily. Everyone had wide, terrified eyes.
"Why don't you come on over and sit with us Gangsta Masta?" Helen asked, pointing to the seat next to Austin.
"I'm fine with where I am, maybe back stage is even better," Ally started walking back-stage but security caught her, picked her up, and forced her to sit next to Austin.
"So Gangsta Masta, What do you think about Austin? Is he good… or bad?"
Not really a cliffy, anyway REVIEW and tell me if you liked the rap. Nobody steal my useless rap please. ;)
-Tammy ;D