Another chapter coming your way! As usual, I don't own anything too familiar. This will be relatively short, but filled with drama! Enjoy and drop a review in the box at the bottom. Nicole is an O.C. but she's important. ;)
"Next!" Berserk yelled. A slender teenager with long, choppy, black hair and deep azure eyes walked in. She was very pale, and has light freckles coating her chin. She wore a black tank top and blue shorts with black leggings underneath. She also had on black converse. They couldn't help but notice how short she was. Mitch smiled at her, and Brad whistled. "Name," Berserk said softly. The girl smiled at her, showing off a huge overbite.
"Nicole Patterson," she said in a soft voice. She had a faint British accent, just adding to her adorableness. Mitch couldn't help but to get lost in the girl's eyes. They were a fascinating shade of blue, so deep and rich. It was almost hypnotizing. His smile stretched a little wider, and hers did too. Her beautiful eyes diverted themselves to the ground, staring at her shoes.
"Okay, Nicole. What will you be singing for us today?" Brad asked. She lifted her head and met warm violet eyes. He's staring at me, she thought. A faint blush covered her pale cheeks and nose. The azure orbs moved over to the other pairs of eyes. First to the white pair, dazzling her. Why are they like that? I like them, she thought. Then to the orange eyes, she could've sworn they flashed a dangerous red.
"Umm. Knives-s A-And P-Pens, by Bl-Black Veil Br-Brides," she stuttered, causing Berserk to laugh. Mitch glared at her, and Brad gave a confused look.
"You can scream?" she asked, earning an eager nod. "I'm sorry, but look at you! You're cute! I damn sure wasn't expecting a person like you here," she said, while laughing giddily. Nicole looked at her shoes, a even deeper blush coating her face. Mitch cleared his throat, trying to get Berserk to stop. Sadly, this didn't happen.
"It's alright. Our last singer was five feet and four inches. I'm sure you'll do great," he said, trying to re-encourage her. Nicole looked up and mumbled a thank you.
"Aww! Mitch likes you! Isn't that sweet!" Berserk said. Nicole smirked at her, if she was going to prove to her that she could scream, and do it beautifully, now was going to be the time.
"Is it okay that I play the instrumental on my iPod?" she asked softly. Mitch smiled and nodded, so she put on the song. She could hear the music playing in her ears and got excited. When she heard her cue, she began singing strongly. A sly smirk was sent to Berserk before she started. "Alone at least, we can sit and fight. And I've lost all faith in this blurring light." Berserk stopped laughing, and threw a smile at her.
"She's really good," she said to herself and wrote down by her name. Mitch looked at her and smiled, he knew that she'd be amazing. Brad stared at her in awe, he thought that she'd be good, but not this good. She was amazing.
"But stay right here we can change out plight! We're storming through, despite what's right!" she growled, loudly. Berserk smiled even hard and began jotting down things on her paper. Mitch's jaw dropped, he wasn't expecting her to be able to scream. Brad smirked at her, well aware that she was able to do it all along.
"One final fight, for this tonight! Woooaaahh! With knives and pens we made out plight. Lay our heart down, the end's in sight. Conscience begs you to do what's right." A pause was heard and everyone knew what was about to happen.
"Everyday it's still the same dull knife! Stab it through and justify your pride!" she screamed. "One final fight, for this tonight! Woooaaahh! With knives and pens we made out plight. I can't go one without your love. You lost, you never held on."
"We tried our best! Turn out the light! Turn out the light!" she screamed angrily. Hearing the sounds the instruments, made her adrenaline soar. "One final fight, for this tonight! Woooaaahh! With knives and pens we made out plight. I can't go one without your love. You lost, you never held on. WE TRIED OUR BEST! TURN OUT THE LIGHTS!" she finished. She bowed graciously while Berserk clapped. A broad smile graced her lips and any signs of the blush gone.
"I'm impressed, cutie. Never expected something like that from someone like you. You're amazingly talented. We'll let you know if you make the callback. Dismissed," Berserk said, and Nicole turned to gather her iPod. She walked out of the living room and into the garage, but she didn't make it to her car without somebody stopping her.
"Wait! Nicole!" she heard someone yell. She whipped her head around, and saw Mitch walking toward her.
"Hi, Mitch," she said softly. He smiled at her and leaned onto her small black car. "What do you need?" she asked softly. Her eyes downcast.
"I'd like to see you again," he said softly. "I don't care when, I don't care where. I just have to see you." She looked into his violet eyes and smiled softly. "Please," he said. "I'd love to see you again."
"If you got too close to me, you wouldn't like what you would see," she promised, attempting to open her car door. He leaned on it, preventing her from getting in. She looked at him again, those blue eyes begging him to stay away.
"I like a lot of things, and it's hard not to like you," he said. She smiled at him and sighed heavily.
"Okay," she said. She reached in her bag and pulled out a sharpie marker. She scribbled her number on his arm and got in her car. In the next minute, she was gone.