All outfits on profile. Last song was She's Country by Jason Aldean.
Cause I'll be there
In the back of your mind
From the day we met
Til you were making me cry
And it's just too bad
You've already had the best days
The best days of your life
Dear God she sounded like a country bumpkin!
"I can't stand this!" I shouted.
"Why don't you do something about it?" Angel said, wagging her eyebrows.
Hmm… not a bad idea.
Aint it a shame?
A shame that everytime you hear my name
Brought up in a casual conversation
You can't think straight
And aint it sad?
You can forget about what we had
Take a look at her and do you like what you see?
Or do you wish it was me
I walked up onto the stage and grabbed a mic.
"Dear God will you just shut up!" I said into the mic.
There was a gasp from everyone in the crowd.
"Excuse me?" Lisa said in her fake country twang.
"You sound like a country bumpkin train wreck."
Everyone laughed and I smiled.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" she screeched.
"Her name's Max!" Someone yelled… I think it was Nudge. "She just moved here from New York!"
"So… a city girl." Lisa said in a sickly sweet way. "How cute. You think you can come here and insult me like that? You ain't nothing here."
"I know my voice doesn't sound like nails on a chalkboard." I said getting in her face.
"Then bring it." She said, getting off the stage.
"I thought you'd never ask." I said with a devilish smile. "Hey Fang! Do you and your boys want to get back up here?"
They all came back up and got on their instruments. I grabbed a guitar and told them all the follow my lead.
I began playing and the guys quickly followed behind me.
Get on your knees
And let the games begin
Bow to your queen
And I will crown your head
Cause I can make you every inch a king
Before I do it, tell me
Tell me what's in it for me
I pulled out a few more chords on the guitar and put a rough edge to my voice.
I need someone young, willing and able
You need someone old enough to know better
I want you to...
Do my dirty work
Do my dirty work
Ohhhhhhhhh
Do my dirty work
Do my dirty work
Yeaaaaah
Do my dirty work
Do my dirty work
Let me be your labor of love
My royal garden needs a hired man
Plant your seed, sow it
My rose's all in your hand
I looked at Fang, who was looking at me. I smiled at him and winked.
I need someone young, willing and able
You need someone old enough to know better
I want you to...
Do my dirty work
Do my dirty work
Ohhhhhhhhh
Do my dirty work
Do my dirty work
Yeaaaaah
Come one
insert an awesome guitar rift here.
Do my dirty work
Do my dirty work
Ohhhhhhhhh
Do my dirty work
Do my dirty work
Yeaaaaah
Do my dirty work
Do my dirty work
Do my dirty work
Do my dirty work
Do my dirty work
Do my dirty work
Do my dirty work
Do my dirty work
When we were done, the crowd erupted in screams and applause. I set the guitar down and spoke into the microphone.
"And that is how we do it in New York."
Song- Dirty Work by Halestorm.
I'm on a role. I'm gonna try to get in another chapter tonight.
Yeeeaaaaa biatch!
Bye :)