Chapter 13
-Mandy's POV
The next night after our house show Missy, Torrie and I all got ready to go out with some of the others to the karaoke bar. I put on my favorite denim low riders with my wide black belt and a black wife beater. I wore my hair straight down. I really didn't feel like dressing up for the occasion especially since I wasn't trying to make a good impression for anyone. Charlie showed up at my door right on time greeting with a smile.
"You look great!" he commented looking me over. I crossed my arms and gave him a stale smile.
"Thanks," I replied walking down the hallway to the exit. After a mostly silent car ride to the bar, we joined my sister and Brock along with Torrie and Kurt. On stage someone was singing incredibly out of tune. I sat next to my sister and looked around. I could see that some of the other wrestlers from the show were occupying the same bar. Dawn and Rey were there and as I continued searching around the room I spotted Adam, Matt, Amy and Shannon a few tables away from us. Just then a cocktail waitress approached. I ordered a Bloody Mary and waited impatiently for it to arrive. Apparently this place was more popular than I had thought.
"Ladies and Gentleman, please welcome Missy McCarthy performing Its Raining Men," announced a voice from on stage. I cheered her on. Missy had never been the best singer, but she always loved being in the spotlight. She sang slightly off key, but did a pretty awesome job. She got a great rise from the crowd.
"Mandy, your turn," Brock insisted. I blushed slightly.
"I don't think so," I said glancing in Adam's direction. I couldn't help but notice that he was staring at me.
"Come on, you'll be awesome. I don't think many people around here know what a fantastic singer you are!" Brock was really a sweetie. I nodded for a second and then stood up. "Alright! You go girl!" he stated as he clapped for me. I took the stage and picked my song.
"Ladies and Gentleman, Mandy McCarthy with I'll Be," I could hear the crowd cheer and then become dead silent as the music started.
"The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful, Stop me and steal my breath
Emeralds from mountains thrust towards the sky, Never revealing their depth
Tell me that we belong together, Dress it up with the trappings of love
I'll be captivated, I'll hang from your lips, Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above
I'll be your cryin' shoulder, I'll be love suicide
I'll be better when I'm older, I'll be the greatest fan of your life
Rain falls angry on the tin roof, As we lie awake in my bed
You're my survival, you're my living proof, My love is alive and not dead
Tell me that we belong together, Dress it up with the trappings of love
I'll be captivated, I'll hang from your lips, Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above
I'll be your cryin' shoulder, I'll be love suicide
I'll be better when I'm older, I'll be the greatest fan of your life
I've dropped out, burned up, fought my way back from the dead
Tuned in, turned on, remembered the things you said
I'll be your cryin' shoulder, I'll be love suicide
I'll be better when I'm older, I'll be the greatest fan of your life," I belted into the microphone. When the music died down I closed my eyes during a slight period of hesitation from the crowd. Then I heard them applauding. I looked up and saw Adam standing. Soon the whole room was on their feet.
(A/N-Okay, this is the chapter I think I am least happy with, but I promise it gets better. I don't own the lyrics, they are credited to the Edwin McCain. Thanks Lizzie Borden for pointing out some mistakes! I found a few others myself that the spellcheck didn't pick up. In chapter 12 where Mandy says, "I can take care of yourself," disregard that and pretend like it says, "I can take care of myself!" Thanks again! Keep the reviews coming!)
-Mandy's POV
The next night after our house show Missy, Torrie and I all got ready to go out with some of the others to the karaoke bar. I put on my favorite denim low riders with my wide black belt and a black wife beater. I wore my hair straight down. I really didn't feel like dressing up for the occasion especially since I wasn't trying to make a good impression for anyone. Charlie showed up at my door right on time greeting with a smile.
"You look great!" he commented looking me over. I crossed my arms and gave him a stale smile.
"Thanks," I replied walking down the hallway to the exit. After a mostly silent car ride to the bar, we joined my sister and Brock along with Torrie and Kurt. On stage someone was singing incredibly out of tune. I sat next to my sister and looked around. I could see that some of the other wrestlers from the show were occupying the same bar. Dawn and Rey were there and as I continued searching around the room I spotted Adam, Matt, Amy and Shannon a few tables away from us. Just then a cocktail waitress approached. I ordered a Bloody Mary and waited impatiently for it to arrive. Apparently this place was more popular than I had thought.
"Ladies and Gentleman, please welcome Missy McCarthy performing Its Raining Men," announced a voice from on stage. I cheered her on. Missy had never been the best singer, but she always loved being in the spotlight. She sang slightly off key, but did a pretty awesome job. She got a great rise from the crowd.
"Mandy, your turn," Brock insisted. I blushed slightly.
"I don't think so," I said glancing in Adam's direction. I couldn't help but notice that he was staring at me.
"Come on, you'll be awesome. I don't think many people around here know what a fantastic singer you are!" Brock was really a sweetie. I nodded for a second and then stood up. "Alright! You go girl!" he stated as he clapped for me. I took the stage and picked my song.
"Ladies and Gentleman, Mandy McCarthy with I'll Be," I could hear the crowd cheer and then become dead silent as the music started.
"The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful, Stop me and steal my breath
Emeralds from mountains thrust towards the sky, Never revealing their depth
Tell me that we belong together, Dress it up with the trappings of love
I'll be captivated, I'll hang from your lips, Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above
I'll be your cryin' shoulder, I'll be love suicide
I'll be better when I'm older, I'll be the greatest fan of your life
Rain falls angry on the tin roof, As we lie awake in my bed
You're my survival, you're my living proof, My love is alive and not dead
Tell me that we belong together, Dress it up with the trappings of love
I'll be captivated, I'll hang from your lips, Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above
I'll be your cryin' shoulder, I'll be love suicide
I'll be better when I'm older, I'll be the greatest fan of your life
I've dropped out, burned up, fought my way back from the dead
Tuned in, turned on, remembered the things you said
I'll be your cryin' shoulder, I'll be love suicide
I'll be better when I'm older, I'll be the greatest fan of your life," I belted into the microphone. When the music died down I closed my eyes during a slight period of hesitation from the crowd. Then I heard them applauding. I looked up and saw Adam standing. Soon the whole room was on their feet.
(A/N-Okay, this is the chapter I think I am least happy with, but I promise it gets better. I don't own the lyrics, they are credited to the Edwin McCain. Thanks Lizzie Borden for pointing out some mistakes! I found a few others myself that the spellcheck didn't pick up. In chapter 12 where Mandy says, "I can take care of yourself," disregard that and pretend like it says, "I can take care of myself!" Thanks again! Keep the reviews coming!)