I woke up still really happy from having a normal day. Will noticed I was awake, "good morning Anna." he greeted.
"morning Will" I replied.
"you can speak!" he exclaimed.
"what?" I asked before I heard myself and covered my mouth in shock.
"are you ok?" Will asked.
"no that means I have to do my dare" I exclaimed.
I stormed out of the cabin still in a tank top and sweats to find Nico. I knocked on the hades cabin door and waited for him to answer. he answered the door in only his boxers, but I was too annoyed to care.
"we have to do are stupid dare because I got my stupid voice back," I told him.
"ok, what song are we doing?" he asked.
"I have no fucking idea," I answered before storming away back to my cabin to get dressed.
the day went on uneventful, until lunch.
I was sitting at the apollo table still trying to figure out what song we were going to do while eating fried chicken.
"you know I like my chicken fried," I said to myself.
"oh, you know that song?" Will asked.
"that's a song? I asked.
with that I quickly finished my food and hurried to my cabin.
once inside I pulled out my laptop and looked up 'you know I like my chicken fried' and listened to it.
I had put together a script that showed my part and his and walked to the hades cabin and knocked on the door.
"yes Anna?" he asked as he answered the door.
"here's your script know it by the campfire." was my only reply before turning and walking away.
the rest of the day was spent learning my script until it was time to go on stage.
when we walked up there Will started the music, and I started to sing.
Anna is in bold, and Nico is underlined.
You know I like my chicken fried
Cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio up
Well I was raised up beneath the shade of a Georgia pine
And that's home you know
With sweet tea, pecan pie and homemade wine
Where the peaches grow
And my house it's not much to talk about
But it's filled with love that's grown in southern ground
And a little bit of chicken fried
Cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio up
Well I've seen the sunrise
See the love in my woman's eyes
Feel the touch of a precious child
And know a mother's love
And its funny how it's the little things in life that mean the most
Not where you live, what you drive or the price tag on your clothes
There's no dollar sign on a piece of mind; this I've come to know
So if you agree have a drink with me
Raise your glasses for a toast
To a little bit of chicken fried
Cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio up
Well I've seen the sunrise
See the love in my woman's eyes
Feel the touch of a precious child
And know a mother's love
I thank god for my life
And for the stars and stripes
May freedom forever fly, let it ring.
Salute the ones who died
And the ones that gave their lives so we don't have to sacrifice
All the things we love
Like our chicken fried
Cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio up
Well I've seen the sunrise
See the love in my woman's eyes
Feel the touch of a precious child
And know a mother's love
You know I like my chicken fried
Cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio up
Well I've seen the sunrise
See the love in my woman's eyes
Feel the touch of a precious child
And know a mother's love.
"that was so much fun" I exclaimed.
"ya, it was more fun than I thought it would be," Nico replied.
"well, it's your turn to choose the next song" I reminded him.
"ya I know," he said not sounding happy about it at all.
with that we both retreated back to our cabins and went to bed.
