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Reminder: Hope singing italics, others singing center paragraph

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I glared at Richard as he came across the stage with that stupid sly smirk on his face as he came over to the other microphone stand and I could hear his few fans cheering. Thank heavens he is performing at the end of the night. I wouldn't be able to stand it if he had to perform with me all night.

"Nightingale has received a great honor of performing with my band tonight!" He announced. I gave him an "excuse me?!" look and looked over at Erik with pleading eyes to let me knock the crap out of Richard. Erik-with obvious great reluctance-shook his head. "However, I won't be singing tonight," we agreed he would sing tonight, what the bloody hell is he planning? "Hellfire's lovely siren, Joan Day, shall however perform with Hope Destler." He announced.

I cringed at the memory of hearing Joan singing for the first time. I have no idea who is a more terrible singer, Carlotta or Joan.

I looked back at Erik to see he was not happy about the sudden change and I looked over at the guys. They shrugged and I sighed. I looked back over at Joan and grimaced at her newest look. She had hot pink low lights, was wearing a black leather gothic lolita dress that reached above her knees, black fishnets, and black stiletto high heels with spikes and studs.

She waved her fingers and I rolled my eyes. I could hear my fans call out some insults to her that shouldn't be repeated and some even booed her. "Hit it Zane!" She called into the microphone. I looked over at Zane to see he had crossed his arms over his chest. I snickered and I could hear my fans laughing at how embarrassing it looks for Joan.

I took the microphone off the stand and shook my head. "Joan, that's not how we do it. Right Nightingale fans?" I asked in the microphone and held it in their direction. They all cheered loudly and I grinned. "Now let's all take a trip to my sweet asylum!" I announced and on cue my band started playing the introduction.

Joan glared at me and I smiled sweetly at her. "Your voice is haunting me...You won't leave me alone, and I'm slowly losing my...mind."

"This is nothing but torture but I don't mind..."

I raised an eyebrow when I noticed her voice sounded different. Wait a second...she has her sound guys doing voice dub on her! Not cool!

"Locked away in my mind, and I don't want to escape my sweet asylum...It's bittersweet paradise...in my sweet asylum..."

I rolled my eyes as Richard started playing his guitar as he stuck his tongue out as if he was a member from KISS.

"Your face is plaguing my dreams. I don't want you to leave me alone for my sanity has faded...away!"

"I have lost my mind...and I don't care..."

"Locked away in my mind, and I don't want to escape my sweet asylum...It's bittersweet paradise...in my sweet asylum..."

Zane started doing is piano solo and nodded at me

"Ahhhhhahhh!"

"Everything about you has chased away my sanity..."

"Ahhhahhhahhh!"

"I don't mind if it means I can see you in my dreams"

"Locked away in my mind, and I don't want to escape my sweet asylum...It's bittersweet paradise...in my sweet asylum...This is sweet torture and it brings me nothing but bliss inside my sweet asylum!" The piano music softened a bit. "Don't take me away... from my sweet asylum..."

She glared at me after I hit the Bb note and I set the microphone back in the stand. "You are trying to show off, you little toad!" She accused me, unknowingly into the microphone. Everyone gasped and looked at me to see how I will respond.

Now why do I have this strange feeling of deja vu...oh yeah now I know why.

I cocked my head to the side and crossed my arms over my chest. "A toad, mademoiselle? Perhaps it is you who are the toad." I told her, while purposely using Erik's words when he made Carlotta croak. She laughed. "Come on I know you are probably having sound guys changing your voice." She sneered.

I heard a few gasps from the audience and I rolled my eyes.

"Well I can assure you I don't but if you want proof how about you and I sing a little classic...without our microphones." I offered. Erik rushed onto stage to take my microphone stand away and he looked at me curiously. I winked at him and he grabbed my microphone stand while Richard went ahead and grabbed Joan's. They both went offstage and I looked over at Zane. "Zane, play Anything You can do I can do better!" I called over.

Joan paled a bit and I smirked. "What's wrong, Joan? Afraid of singing an oldie? We can tweak it a bit." I teased. She glared at me.

"Anything you can do I can do better!" She snapped. I rolled my eyes. "Ha!" I scoffed.

"Anything you can do, I can do better! I can do anything better than you!" I sang.

"No you can't." She argued.

"Yes I can." I sing songed.

"No you can't." She snapped.

"Yes I can." I sing songed.

"No you can't, no you can't, no you can't!" She whined.

"Anything you can be I can be greater! Sooner or later I'm greater than you!" She snapped.

"No you're not." I laughed.

"Yes I am." She snapped.

"No you're not." I snickered.

"Yes I am, yes I am, yes I am!" She whined.

"I can wear leather in any kind of weather." She argued.

"I can wear combats and still kick YOUR ass." I sang.

"OH!" The crowd roared.

"I can live on bread and cheese!" She said proudly. Well that explains a lot cause she needs a Big Mac...STAT!

"And only on that?" I asked innocently.

"Yes!" She said proudly.

"So can a rat." I told her.

She gasped and puffed her cheeks.

"Any note you can reach, I sing reach higher." She hissed.

I rolled my eyes. "No you can't." I warned while singing higher.

"Yes I can!"

Everyone cringed and she froze. "Eh he..." She said nervously. "Well ladies and gentleman I think you all now know the truth." I announced. Richard rushed over to Marcus and yanked the microphone out of the stand. "Uh..goodnight Paris!" He said hurriedly and tossed the microphone over to me as he rushed over to a crying Joan.

"Hope you all enjoyed yourselves tonight! Be safe!" I called into the microphone and turned it off. I headed over back to Marcus and handed him back the microphone. "Hope, how did you know she was voice was changed?" Marcus asked.

"I have heard her sing before and the voice she used in My Sweet Asylum wasn't that." I explained. He cringed a little and shook his head. "If that was her auto tuned voice than her sound guys have a long way to go till they can make her sound like the siren Richard claimed her to be." He grumbled. "I'll drink to that one!" Zane pipped up as he followed us off stage. My eyes scanned around for a certain masked husband, knowing he might be up to no good now that we no longer need Richard technically. I spotted him in a very heated argument with one of the roadies in French, and lingered behind him, waiting for the argument to conclude.

"Mon dieu..." He groaned and turned around. He sighed in relief, probably grateful it wasn't another upset roadie or something of the sort. "Bravissimsa, mon ange!" He praised. I would have been upset for the lack of hugging and showering of kisses of approval, but knowing Erik it was most likely because he's a little focused on his job right now. "I'll take this praise now, but I better get a better one later." I teased. He chuckled and nodded. "As my diva commands."

Two chapters in a week?! Three in the same month?! Could it be I had some extra time during my hectic life? And the answer is...yes! xD