Sorry guys! It was midterm week so I had NO time to update!
Songs used:
Zach and Cassia sing Both Sides of the Story by We Are The In Crowd
Ariella sings Work of Art by Demi Lovato
I OWN NEITHER
Enjoy!
Twenty One (Cassia):
"Wasn't Ariella supposed to sing first?" I ask Nico.
"She has stage fright," he answers. "She said it will make her feel better if you guys sing first."
"I thought she was mad at us," Zach replies.
"I have an answer to that but I'm not going to say it," Nico crosses his arms.
"Why not?" Zach demands.
"I don't like you," Nico says simply. "And I'm certain you don't like me either."
"You've got that right," Zach mutters.
"Both of you," I order. "Stop fighting."
"He started it," Zach points out.
"I love how you think I care," I snap.
"Why are you being mean to me? I'm your boyfriend, remember?"
"Not for long," I mutter under my breathe but Nico seems to hear me and chuckles slightly.
"What?" Zach demands. "Is there something I'm missing?"
"Yeah," Nico nods. "But don't worry. You'll find out soon."
"What is it though?" Zach stomps his foot on the ground. "I'm very impatient!"
"I love how you think I care," Nico quotes me. "Now get your butt on stage and put on a decent show."
"Okay," I smile at him, hoping that everything goes according to plan.
We step out on stage and the crowds cheering dies down. What a warm welcome…
"Hi everybody!" Zach says into a microphone that is set up on one side of the stage. "We're Cassia and Zach and we're one of your opening acts for your Sirens concert tonight!" No one cheers.
"Zach, you made this boring," I say into my microphone. No doubt, people laugh. "We're from a band we like to call Nonexistent Love Letter and…"
"Wait, when did we decide our band name?" Zach asks me.
"I just did."
"I thought it this was a group thing," he tells me. "As in the both of us figure it out."
"Too bad," I smirk at him. "You didn't make that very clear."
"Are you kidding me?" he demands. "I don't like this band name."
"And I don't like the way you've been lying to me." I grab my guitar from the stand.
"I haven't been lying to you," he tells me.
I smirk at him. "Really, Zach? Are you sure about that? Think about it. I've got an idea! How about I sing you a little song while you think?"
He tries to object but I pretend I can't hear him over the music that has started to play. I join in and then begin to sing.
Cassia:
If this is what you think is honest
Honestly, I think I'm gonna freak out
I go to sing the next line, but he joins in instead. What is he doing? This is my revenge song!
Zach:
This isn't where I wanna be, wanna be
I think I'll let myself out
Cassia:
Show me the door, oh
'Cause I'm leaving the way I came in
With the mess I made
Tonight will be the one to set it off
Cassia:
We had our lights on the town
Zach:
Your eyes were smiling then
Cassia:
You left me hanging around with all your wack friends
Zach:
You don't take me serious
Cassia:
Boy, you make me furious
Zach:
Guaranteed, we'll disagree
Cassia:
I found out finding out isn't the worst part
Don't believe it's just me
And I've found out
Zach:
Do you really even have a clue?
Cassia:
You're not quite Satan, but I really think I hate you
Cassia:
We had our place in time, this is now that we spend
Zach:
You've left me high and dry with all your stuck-up friends
Cassia:
You don't take me serious
Zach:
Girl, you're just delirious
Guaranteed, we'll disagree
Cassia:
I found out finding out isn't the worst part
Don't believe it's just me
And I've found out
Zach:
Do you really even have a clue?
Cassia:
You're not quite Satan, but I really think I hate you
Zach:
If this is what you think is honest
Honestly, I think I'm gonna freak out
Cassia:
This isn't where I wanna be, wanna be
I think I'll let myself out
Show me the door, oh
'Cause I'm leaving the way I came in
With the mess I made
Tonight will be the one to set it off
Zach:
Tonight will be the one
Cassia:
I found out finding out isn't the worst part
Don't believe it's just me
And I've found out
Zach:
Do you really even have a clue?
You're not quite Satan, but I, I
Cassia:
I found out finding out isn't the worst part
Don't believe it's just me
And I've found out
Zach:
Do you even f**king have a clue?
Cassia:
You're not quite Satan, but I really think I hate you
You're not quite Satan, but I
You're not quite Satan, but I really think I hate you
Zach glares at me with eyes full of disgust. Like I care. "We'll be having a short intermission. There are snacks in the front," he tells the audience before grabbing me by the edge of my shirt and pulling me off the stage.
"What the hell was that for?" he demands.
"What the hell was that for?" I gasp. "What the hell was you lying to me, going out with me for a dare, and joining in on my revenge song?"
"I couldn't look like a fool," he answers. "I had to make it seem like it was planned."
"Well it wasn't."
"Are you two okay?" Nico walks over to us.
"NO!" we shout at the same time.
"Alright… I'll ask Ariella if she wants to sing next."
"Good," I sigh. "Because Zach and I have a lot to talk about."
Ariella:
"Ready?"
"I think so," I manage to get out. "Nico, I'm just really nervous."
"We all are," he tells me as he hooks up my microphone.
"Really? You're nervous too?" I ask him hopefully.
"No. I perform all the time. I just said that to make you feel better." He answers.
"Oh…" I say. "But why can't Zach and Cassia sing again?"
"Aren't you not talking to them?"
"Still," I cross my arms.
"Well, you'll sing one song, and then they'll sing their song another. If you like it, you can sing another too. Then, Thalia, Percy and I will sing," he explains.
"That doesn't make me any less nervous." I sigh.
"Will this...?" he asks me as he slowly leans in and kisses me right on my mouth.
Frozen in shock, I just stand there like a lunatic until he pulls away. What the hell did I just do? A fricken rock star just tried to kiss me and I just stood there like a statue! What the hell is wrong with me?
"Sorry." He mumbles. "It just… felt right at the time."
"Don't apologize," I reply. "I liked it. I'm just a little nervous right now."
"You'll do fine, trust me," he puts a hand on my shoulder.
"Ariella Levi, report to stage," a man on an intercom orders.
"That's my cue, I guess." I say awkwardly. I start to walk away before turning back to him. "I wrote this song about you."
"Can't wait to hear it then," he smiles.
I smile back at him before I walk out onto the stage of the school auditorium. At least a thousand people are standing in the crowd, cheering vigorously. "Hi guys!" I say into my headset microphone. I try and stop my hands and voice from shaking out of nervousness but it doesn't work. "I'm Ariella and I'm going to be your second opening act tonight! The first song I'm going to sing is one I wrote myself. It's called Work of Art and it's about following your heart and dreams." The cheering dies so I decide that's my cue to start playing my electric guitar. The other instruments start to join in and soon enough, it's my cue to start singing.
Every day is like a blank canvas
You know you can paint it anyway you want it
You can draw a black cloud
You can make the sun shine
Coloring a rainbow
or use black and white
Open up your eyes and your imagination
Come on let's write a song
A little poetry
Take a photograph
Let's make some memories
You can make it anything
That you want it to be
If you follow your heart
Life is a work of art
Oh every night is like looking at a dark screen
You're never too young or too old to dream
You can make a fantasy into a reality
'Cause you're creating your own masterpiece
Close your eyes and dream it
Seeing is believing
Come on let's write a song
A little poetry
Take a photograph
Let's make some memories
You can make it anything
That you want it to be
If you follow your heart
Life is a work of art
Come on let's write a song
A little poetry
Take a photograph
Let's make some memories
You can make it anything
That you want it to be
If you follow your heart
Life is a work of art
Turn a simple thought into a philosophy
Turn a star into a galaxy
Make a little noise into a symphony
You're creating a masterpiece
Come on let's write a song
A little poetry
Take a photograph
Let's make some memories
You can make it anything
That you want it to be
If you follow your heart
Life is a work of art
Come on let's write a song
A little poetry
Take a photograph
Let's make some memories
You can make it anything
That you want it to be
If you follow your heart
Life is a work of art
Come on let's write a song
A little poetry
Take a photograph
Let's make some memories
You can make it anything
That you want it to be
If you follow your heart
Life is a work of art
Life is a work of art
Life is a work of art
I smile at the large audience. "I'm going to go get Zach and Cassia!" I say awkwardly before running off stage and seeing something I can't believe. I thought he was different. But apparently, I was wrong.
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