Disclaimer: All I own is…Well, the list is far too long, so I'll just make it Meg and Linden, since they're my favorite characters. (Don't tell Jordan, she'll kick my butt!) But anyway, I don't own CL or Abba.
Haha, but you think I'm joking! She will, you'd better believe it! Yes, my friends, she exists! Yeah, I know, you really don't care…So on with the story!
Performance
"Where were you last night?" Meg hissed at Linden. Linden grinned mischievously.
"The world may never know!" she declared. Meg rolled her eyes and tried to pay attention to the speech Sissy was giving.
"…So that's why I brought you all here for the weekend…" she was saying, also managing to bore half the audience at the same time.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the audience…
"Would you stop fidgeting, Chloe? Chris, don't pull your sisters hair!"
"Sorry, Uncle Jeremie," they chorused just loud enough for him to hear.
"Could you two just stay still until they start the dance? It's about," he checked his watch, "Ten minutes away. Please?"
"Where's Auntie Aelita?" Chloe asked.
"I'm right here, now what's going on?" she whispered, taking a seat next to Jeremie.
"Nothing, the twins were just getting fidgety," he answered, taking her hands.
"Aunt Aelita, can I name the baby?" asked Chloe, making Aelita jump.
"Well…We don't even know if it's a boy or a girl, so how can you name it?" she asked calmly.
"Oh…True." She answered calmly, returning her attention to Sissy at the podium.
"…And now, without further ado, I give you….Meghan Ingénue!" she announced. Nearly everyone in the audience clapped as she walked up.
"Thank you, thank you! Thank you all for coming and watching me make a fool of myself!" there was scattered laughter. Meg smiled.
"Here we go, y'all!
I don't wanna talk,
About things we've gone through,
Though it's hurting me,
Now it's history,
I've played all my cards,
And that's what you've done, too,
Nothing more to say,
No more ace to play.
The winner takes it all,
The loser standing small,
Beside the victory,
That's her destiny.
I was in your arms thing I belonged there,
I figured it made sense building the offence,
Building me a home,
Thinking I'd be strong there,
But I was a fool,
Playing by the rules,
The gods may throw the dice,
Their minds as cold as ice,
And someone way down here loses someone dear.
The winner takes it all,
The loser has to fall,
It's simple in its play.
Why should I complain?
But tell me, does she kiss like I used to kiss you?
Does it feel the same when she calls your name?
Somewhere, deep inside, you must know I miss you,
But what can I say?
Rules must be obeyed.
The judges will decide the likes of me and mine,
Spectators of the show:
Always stay in line,
The game is on again,
A lover or a friend,
A big thing or a small,
The winner takes it all.
I don't wanna talk if it makes you feel sad,
And I understand:
You've come to shake my hand,
I don't wanna judge if it makes you feel bad,
Seeing me so tense,
No self-confidence, but, you see,
The winner takes it all,
The winner takes it all." She finished and got a standing ovation. Giggling slightly, she ran back down the steps to where her friends were waiting for her.
"You did great, Meg!" Yumi yelled over the noise.
"Thanks, Yumi!" she yelled back.
"Come on; let's get to that dance, shall we?" Jeremie suggested.
"Yes, let's," Odd replied, walking up and standing next to Meg protectively.
"Oh, hi, Odd," she muttered.
"What?" he asked.
"Oh, never mind. Come on, everyone!" she yelled, pulling Yumi and Odd along by the arm.