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"Nathaniel!" I heard Shane holler from outside much like he did on the first day of camp. It was too early in the morning for his antics. I was peacefully sleeping off one of the worst days of my life.
"Shane, what are you doing?" Nate nearly screamed, which was weird because Nate was the level headed one. I meandered over to the door to see what was going down.
"I'm leaving!" Shane screamed, as if it was the most obvious thing. I peeked out through the little window in the door at the scene. Shane had his bags stacked next to his cabin. I didn't dare look at him. "I have no reason to be here since I quit."
"Shane, come on," Nate said, obviously trying to reason with his thick skulled brother. I quietly opened the door, though it still managed to squeak.
They both turned in my direction. I had to pull myself together as I walked down the steps. I couldn't cry, or act sad. I had to pretend that I was serious about ending this. It would be the best for the band. The band that I ruthlessly broke apart because I listen to what people tell me. Dammit.
"What are you doing here?" Shane scornfully spat at me. It broke my heart which was carefully, haphazardly put back together last night with some good bonding with the girls and Nate; eventually Kalea and Jason showed up to help move things along.
"I know that you probably don't want to see me –"
"That's for sure," Shane cut me off. I stopped, recoiled to his attitude.
"I don't know who you think you are. But, you are not better than me. Stop talking like you are. And, you are not quitting Connect 3. You guys put your hearts and souls into the entire thing, and you are not tearing it apart because you are PMS-ing. Now, put those things back in your cabin," I assertively said, wishing that I could only be like that to Mr. Marshall's face.
"I am better than you. I made the band. I am famous. You're a nobody. And, don't tell me that I am PMS-ing. You're the one who said it couldn't happen. Stop playing the victim," Shane spoke down to me, with such a sharp tongue that it took me by surprise.
"You don't understand," I grasped for more words to explain everything, to explain that it wasn't my fault. Tears started to sting in the back of my eyes. I wasn't going to let him see me cry now.
"Well, make me understand or I'm out of here," Shane said as Nate pleaded with me to make it better. I couldn't tell them what had gone down in the office yesterday. I couldn't let his career tank, though he seemed apt to destroy it on his own.
"Then, I guess you're out of here," I said as the tears broke the dam, and started flooding down my face. Shane gave me a sorry glance before grabbing his bags.
"Mitchie!" Nate yelled at me for not doing a better job. I shrugged my shoulders, feeling completely helpless. Nate started running after Shane who was already halfway to the main entrance.
I didn't move a muscle. I could feel my heart falling apart, falling into the pit in my stomach. It was making me sick. I stood in the middle of the path, outside of Shane's cabin, just staring at it with tears occasionally hitting the ground. I think I was experiencing shell shock.
"Mitchie?" Caitlyn asked from behind me. I reluctantly turned around, in the same state of shock. She had a blanket wrapped around her body, which made me realize the goose bumps on my arms and legs. I was so out of it.
"He left," I dumbly said, as a few raindrops splashed around me, masking my tears. Caitlyn quickly ran over to me, her blanket flying like a kite.
"Come here," Caitlyn said, enveloping me in en embrace with her blanket covering us. I let the rain soak my hair all the way through while my head was swimming with the song Bleed by Hot Chelle Rae. It wasn't really relevant, but it was so moving for me.
"Alright, your assignment for class is to pick a song that is written by someone else, but just speaks to you, and perform it," Brown said, as I immediately though back to Bleed from this morning. Hot Chelle Rae was only just on the brink of popularity. Everyone started to excitedly chatter as Brown whistled, shutting everyone up for him to speak, "Give yourselves a few minutes to think it over."
"Hi Brown! I need to see Mitchie as soon as you can let her go," Melanie said, walking into the dance room with her blonde curls and ever present smile. Just being around her brought me back to torn emotions; she was so smiley, which made me happy, but she was working for Mr. Marshall, which made me depressed.
"Alright, Mitchie, will you be first up?" Brown asked as I shortly nodded and got up from the chair, "Then, you can go with Melanie."
"I'll just wait then," Melanie said, pulling up a chair next to Brown. I needed something for my hands to fidget with. I walked over to Brown and grabbed the microphone, but I didn't turn it on.
"A musical prop. Brilliant," Brown announced in a British accent. I smiled before letting the lyrics come to me.
"I feel like I'm drowning in ice water. My lips have turned a shade of blue. I'm frozen with this fear that you may disappear before I've given you the truth," I softly sang, as Brown stopped me by holding his hand up.
"Mitch, we've gone over this. Put emotion into it. Sell us the song," Brown said, as I dove into the chorus, which emotion always poured from.
"I bleed my heart out on this paper for you, so you can see what I can't say. I'm dying here cause I can't say what I want to. I bleed my heart out just for you," I sang, gripping the microphone to my mouth, giving it all. I was leaving everything on the stage.
"Better, keep going," Brown remarked, waiting for me to continue. I was just going through the little acoustic bit in my head, making sure that I was on time.
"I've always dreamed about this moment, and not w it's here and I've turned to stone. I stand here petrified as I look in your eyes. My head is ready to explode," I sang, wishing that Shane had been thinking this when I told him it had to end.
I could feel my heart breaking, just as it did every time this song was played. Just something about bleeding everything you can't say into a song, makes perfect sense to me. It was time for the chorus to come back around again.
"I bleed my heart out on this paper for you, so you can see what I can't say. I'm dying here cause I can't say what I want to. I bleed my heart out just for you," I sang with such emotion, that I surprised even myself.
I didn't even notice Shane, who was now perched in between Melanie and Brown, walk into the room.
"And, it's all in black and white and red for all those times those words were never said," I sang, letting some of the emotion slip for a heavy ending.
Shane was staring blankly, absentmindedly, sadly, and about a million other emotions up at me. I wasn't sure what he was thinking, and I wanted to know.
"I bleed my heart out on this paper for you, so you can see what I can't say. I'm dying here cause I can't say what I want to. I bleed my heart out just for you," I sang, leaving everything on the stage. I slowed down, and right before the applause, "I bleed my heart out for you."
The room exploded in excited commotion. I felt better, cleansed, no longer wanting to cry. I handed the microphone to Brown before accepting a warm hug from Ella. Then, Melanie and Shane stood up. His arms were crossed over his chest and his hair was tousled in such a way that he looked clinically depressed.
"Mitchie, that was wonderful," Brown quietly said to me, before giving the class time to quiet down, "This is what I am expecting from everyone. I want raw emotion."
"I'll go next," Tess said, getting off of her chair. She walked over to Brown, and grabbed the mike.
"Mitchie, Mr. Marshall wants to speak with you and Shane," Melanie said as I trailed behind her and Shane out of the room before I could even hear the song that Tess had chosen.
What did you all think? I hope I didn't disappoint. I adore the song Mitchie sang in this chapter, and I recommend that you all check it out. Along with that, could you all review? Because lately the reviews have been shrinking in number... which doesn't make me so happy. And, reviews make my day.