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People are people, and sometimes we change our minds. But it's killing me to see you go after all this time." Breathe- Taylor Swift
Chapter 10
Breathe Mitchie, breathe.
In. Out. In. Out.
Not helping. At all.
In 15 minutes, I was going to make a fool out of myself with Shane Gray. This was wonderful, just wonderful.
"Mitchie, breathe, please! You're going to be fine!" Caitlyn was trying to get me to do breathing exercises but they weren't helping.
"God, I can't! Caitlyn, I'm nervous as hell! I'm going to mess up, big time." My palms we're already starting to sweat and I felt hot and queasy.
"You're going to be performing in a class with only a maximum of 20 kids..why do you need to stress out?" Caitlyn thinks everything is so easy..but she's lucky because everything comes naturally to her. To me? Not so much.
"Maybe you're right...but I'm still going to screw up! I'm going to look like a fool next to THE Shane Gray!"
"You are not, stop panicking!" Caitlyn groaned and handed me a bottle of water. I didn't need it but I grabbed it anyway and gulped down a bunch of it.
"You're scaring me, Mitch." She was honest, I could tell by her expression.
"Get used of it." I snapped.
I now realized there was 10 minutes left and I felt the need to pass out. "There's only 10 minutes left and I still look like a wreck."
"You look fine, Mitchie! Your outfit is stylish, your hair is neat, your makeup is gorgeous, what else do you want?"
"To look like a supermodel." I admitted. I wasn't even close.
Caitlyn rolled her eyes. "Not possible unless you lose 100 pounds to look like a bag of bones. Now come on, Mitch we better get you to song writing."
I didn't move. She noticed and groaned. She grabbed my arm and tried dragging me but my feet didn't move. "Mitchie, come on!"
"I'm not moving these feet, sorry. I'm going to make myself throw up so I don't have to go."
"Mitchie, be real for a second. This is important, probably to Shane as well. Don't you want to make him happy? He might look so stupid being up there by himself."
"Well I mean he's the instructor, he can just choose not to go." I had a answer for anything.
She groaned. "Probably not, he wouldn't want that song to go to waste."
I smirked. "He wouldn't, he'd steal it and put it on their album."
She sighed. "I'm going to go get Shane. He's the only one that will talk you into getting out of this cabin and into that damn class!"
"No, don't!" I yelled after her but then I realized she had already walked out. Damn.
My feet were still stuck to the ground and I sort of wanted them to stay that way. My heart was racing, thinking about Shane coming into this very place, talking me into singing with him. I don't who will win..my head that's telling me to stay, or my heart that's telling me sing with him, it'll mean everything to him. Will it, really? It's just a damn, sad song we wrote when I was pissed off.
I was about to close my eyes when I heard the door squeak open. My eyes widened quickly and my heart began to race. "Mitchie?" I heard his voice, I didn't even need to look.
He walked up to me and I felt his hand touch my shoulder. "Mitchie, hey there. Look at me, what's wrong?" His voice was so soothing, I actually gave in and looked into his eyes. God, he looked so hot. His eyes we're piercing into mine, trying to find out what I was thinking but he was failing, failing miserably and he looked worried and confused.
"I..I...I threw up. Yup, threw up so much that I can't sing..so just take the song and put it on the album, okay? Okay, bye!"
That didn't work. I saw him roll his eyes. He didn't believe me. Guess my voice was too high that it sounded fake.
"Mitchie..please, don't try to fool me, I'm not stupid. I know that's a lie."
I shook my head. "It's not!"
"Caitlyn told me you said that you would do that..not that you actually did. Just..come on Mitchie, what's the matter?"
"I....I....." His eyes we're still deeply looking into mine and it was hard for me to find words. "I...Can't sing."
"You mean in general or just for this?"
"....General. Yeah..I suck."
He gave a laugh. "You're crazy. You're voice is absolutely, positively incredible. Probably the best I've heard all my life and I've been around a lot of singers. Let's put it this way, you're one hell of a singer."
I shook my head. "Shut up, you're just saying this so I can sing with you and make a fool out of myself. Not gonna work. I'm not 5 anymore, I'm not stupid."
He sighed hard. "I'm not joking with you in any way. I'm not that kind of person. When I give a compliment, I mean it. Please, Mitchie? Should I go on my knees and beg to you for you to sing with me?"
I couldn't believe this. "No, that would look childish."
"I guess you're right. Then what do you want? I'll do anything."
I was about to respond with nothing but I automatically thought of something. That Justin Bayer thing. He said he didn't like him and told me to stay away from him. Jealously and hatred. "Tell me about that Justin Bayer thing."
His expression made my stomach sick. He looked not mad, but shocked. Shocked and now upset. He shook his head violently. "No, no no no, I'm not doing that. Not now, Mitchie."
"Why not? It makes perfect sense."
"Well not to me." He said in between his teeth.
I groaned. "Fine then I'm not singing so get the fuck out of my cabin. Kay? Bye." I tried to push him out but he was too strong.
"No, don't kick me out."
"Then tell me, dammit!" I was getting angry. And annoyed.
"FINE, I'LL TELL YOU!" He shouted, almost scaring me. Guess he cracked. He took a deep breathe and motioned for me to sit down. I sat down next to him, leaving only a inch apart from him. "Justin Bayer is not good. He went into me and my brother's record company and tried to get a record deal but they denied him and he went around saying ME, not with Jason or Nate, just me did something to make him not get a record deal. I mean it's obvious he doesn't deserve one but still...anyway. Jason knows his brother and he told Jason that Justin is a pimp, player, cheater, pervert, whatever you call it. He thinks his looks will drag girls in so he can use them and then dump them. The warning signs we're yesterday with you..and I do NOT with him doing anything to you. So basically, he's bad so PLEASE stay away from him."
I was in shock. That's why he hates him? To me, it seemed a little stupid. "That's it? He didn't like, try to kill you? He just said bad stuff about you to other people and because he's a player? Shane, all guys out there are like that."
"Yes he said bad stuff about because I didn't really like him from the spot. He was with our manager and we had to introduce ourselves to him and he seemed to hate me the most. I did give him negative attitude because of how he seemed to act, like he thinks he's so cool, and he can get all the ladies and not all guys out there are like him. I mean, I'm not, my brothers aren't."
"Ooh, you're so perfect! You get everything, you have everything, you love everyone, blah blah blah! This is why I hated you from the start. I don't even believe you. You're just jealous that's all. You even admitted it, so."
"Ugh, I knew I shouldn't of told you. I knew you wouldn't believe me."
"Well you're right, for that but you're not right about Justin. I don't know him but maybe I would like to get to know him and I might just do that. Oh yeah and songwriting, I'll do it. The song is a hate, breakup song and I'm so in the mood to hate so let's go." I didn't even look back, I gave him a smirk and walked out the door.
I had to admit, I was still nervous but I felt so angry that I needed to vent. I walked into the doors and almost passed out. There was about 100 people there. What?!?
I felt someone behind me. It was him. I looked up at him and he smirked. He knew about this?!
"Sorry I'm so late, I was just involved in some immature business. Who's ready for project day?!"
I was steaming. Fucking Shane Gray.
I sat down next to the people in the class and looked around. My eyes caught someone. Justin. He noticed me and gave me a smile and a wave. I smiled and him and waved back.
"Alright guys, now it's time for me and....uh Mitchie Torres to do our song. It's called Solo!"
He named it? Asshole.
I got up there and grabbed the mic he offered. He gave him a mean look but decided to let it out on the song.
You speak to me
And in your words I hear a melody
But in the twilight it's so hard to see
What's wrong for me
I made sure to look at him with such anger and disgust.
Shane-
I can't resist
Until you give the truth a little twist
As if your gonna get away with this
Your not sorry
He seemed angry too.
I loved this next part, I out singed it for him.
I can't believe I fell for this (Chorus)
I fell through the hole
down at the bottom of your soul
Didn't think you could go
So low
Look at what you've done
Your losing me
Here's what you've won
Got me planning to go
Solo
Solo
We we're closer now, singing to each other out of fustration.
You sing to me
Too bad you couldn't even stay on key
If your life is such a mystery
Why don't you just stick to acting?
This song was so true.
Shane-
Here you go again
You couldn't find my number until when
You thought that you can get to my best friend
Without a script your game is lacking
I can't believe I fell for this (Chorus)
I fell through the hole
Down at the bottom of your soul
Didn't think you could go
So low
Look at what you've done
You're losing me
Here's what you've won
Got me planning to go
Solo
Solo
By now we we're both singing but letting out our feelings to each other, I hope no one noticed.
Shane-
I'd rather go to a party alone
Than have to walk around with you on my arm
Shane-
Now that I'm proud to admit that we're done
Good luck trying to find me...
Cause I didn't think you could go
So low
Look at what you've done
You're losing me
Here's what you've won
Got me planning to go
Solo
It ended and me and him we're so close we we're breathing onto each other. The applause shocked me and I stepped away from him and turned to the crowd. I waved to everyone and before he could say anything to me, I got off the stage.
From in the crowd, I found Justin and he seemed happy. "You did so good, so full of emotion! Mad at Gray, huh?'
"He's an ass, that's all."
He laughed. "But you did great and you look great."
"Why thank you." I turned around and smirked when I noticed he was looking back at me. I rolled my eyes and turned around.
Maybe he didn't have to lie because he's so jealous.
I'M DONE? YES YES YES! SO TIRED BUT I WANTED TO WRITE THIS! I don't know if I mentioned but I'm not in school I'm in this program for behavior health and well I'm only there because of school but a lot of people are there for drinking/drug/depression. I admit I'm there for depression too..anyway I'm there for longer then a school day so it sucks but oh well.
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