Note: I know the wait was longer than usual ,but school just started and they're attacking me with all the homework! I hope you enjoy (:
Melody and Steve walked hand in hand as they roamed the halls of Hollywood Arts.
It was the first day of school and they were looking for their next class, Vocal Instruction 9. It was supposed to be taught by Beck. Or how it said on the schedule, Mr. Oliver.
As they approached the classroom, their hands went immediately to their sides.
It's not like they wanted to do it. It's just that they had been official for a couple days and they didn't want anybody to find out. Especially not Melody's dad.
Beck eyes popped out.
"Melody," he said, "I didn't know I had you in any of my classes! Oh… hello Steve."
Steve looked down at his shoes, "Hello Mr. Oliver."
They went to go take a seat in an empty seat.
The desks were arranged in a semi-circle so that they were all facing the stage and bright red piano in the front of the room. To the side, was Beck's desk, piled with what seemed like a million of papers.
"Mermaid! I didn't know I had class with you," called Phoebe, running into the room.
"I didn't either," exclaimed Melody, as she got up from her desk to greet Phoebe with a warm embrace.
After all the students filed in and sat down, Beck did a tune on his xylophone to get the kid's attention.
"Hello," he said, making his way onto the stage, " My name is Mr. Oliver. And I will be your vocal instruction teacher for the rest of the school year. I really hope you like me because if you hate me this class will be miserable for you! But I try to be fun. And I don't believe in homework ,so none of that."
The class roared in applause and "Yeahs!"
"Ok," continued Beck, trying to control his laughter, "But I do need you guys to be serious sometimes. Ok. So first thing on our agenda is a performance from all of you. This isn't American idol. It's not a competition. It's just to see what I need to work on with each of you individually. Now, who would like to go first."
Melody's hand shot right up.
She would get a chance to shine and on her first day.
She wasn't all that good ,but her dad always said she was wonderful. Might as well give it a try.
"Ok. Melody. Come up. What are you going to sing?"
Melody flattened her yellow sundress as she made her way to the front of the room. "Skyscraper by Demi Lovato," she replied.
She grabbed the microphone from its stand as the pianist looked for the correct sheet music.
"Skies are crying, I am watching. Catching teardrops in my hands. Only silence as it's ending. Like we never had a chance ," begins Melody.
She gets a couple of weird looks from her classmates ,but she ignores them.
This is your time to shine.
"You can take everything I have. You can break everything I am. Like I'm made of I'm made of paper."
And at this point people are whispering. She could hear it.
And her dad is just standing there, letting them talk about her.
She doesn't know how, but she's able to finish the song without crying.
Was she really that bad.
"Well," begins Beck, "That was average. You should really try to tap more into the emotional depth of the song and those high notes. You might want to work on that. Other than that, I think with a little more practice, you'll be a pro at this song. You can take your seat."
How could this happen?
This was the same man who had always told her that she was 'wonderful" and "had the voice of an angel." What happened to that?
"Ok," began Beck, distracting Melody from her train of thought. "Who would like to go next."
Phoebe's hand came up, "Can I go up next. But can I go up with Steve?"
Steve.
Steve.
Melody's Steve.
"Sure," said Beck, 'By all means."
Phoebe grabbed Steve's hand as she practically dragged him up on stage.
"We will be performing 'Parachute' in the style of Ingrid Michaelson. Hit it," exclaimed Phoebe.
The music began as Phoebe and Steve separated from each other, both with the same 100-watt smile.
"I don't tell anyone about the way you hold my hand. I don't tell anyone about the things that we have planned. I won't tell anybody, Won't tell anybody. They wanna push me down, they wanna see you fall down," began Phoebe as she ran up to the piano and sat on top.
Steve approached her. "I won't tell anybody that you turn the world around. I won't tell anybody that your voice is my favorite sound. I won't tell anybody, Won't tell anybodyThey wanna see us fall, they wanna see us fall down."
Steve grabbed her hand as she stood up on the piano and came down, doing a twirl that made her red dress go up. Then they did a form of ballroom dance, still holding onto their mics and singing to the song.
They sang the entire song either pressed against each other or twirling. But they never left contact.
"I don't need a parachute, baby if I've got you. Baby if I've got you, I don't need a parachute. You're gonna catch me, You're gonna catch if I fall (Down, down, down)" They finished, face to face.
The classroom went into a frenzy, practically giving them a standing ovation.
"Wow," began Beck, "That was amazing. The chemistry, your guys' harmony. Everything was incredible. And the song choice was incredible. But next time, try not to move so much ,so that people can still focus on your voice. You guys van take your seats.
How could this happen?
Steve was Melody's boyfriend.
Beck was Melody's dad.
Why was everyone against her.
Finally she couldn't take it.
Melody stormed out of the classroom. She didn't care if she still had 2 more classes. She was going home.
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"She's upstairs. I'm sure you know where her room is," said Tori, opening the door to her house.
"Thanks Mrs. Oliver," said Phoebe, as she climbed the stairs to Melody's bedroom with a batch of her homemade chocolate chip cookies.
Melody was sitting down on her bed, listening to Katy Perry.
She had told her mom everything that happened. She even told her mom that Steve was her boyfriend now.
And now she was just listening to Katy Perry as she reflected on everything that happened.
"Hey," said Phoebe, Opening the door. "I brought cookies."
Melody turned her back to the door.
"And an explanation," continued Phoebe.
"Ok," said Melody, sitting up from her bed, "Explain."
Phoebe sat the cookies down on the bed beside Melody's as she sat down too.
"Well," she began, "Me and Steve went to summer camp. And we performed that song at camp. And you know I get nervous ,so I decided to perform with him. And also, I didn't have any other song ready. So while you were singing, the song popped into my head and I asked him if he would do it and he said yes. That's all that happened."
"You could have warned me."
"You could have told me he was your boyfriend!"
"How did you find out?"
"Well, I sorta assumed from the fact I saw you two holding hands. AnD I talked to Steve today at lunch to confirm it was true. So…."
"So what?"
"Do you forgive me," said Phoebe, holding up the cookies.
"I forgive you!"
"Yay," screamed Phoebe, as she jumped onto Melody's bed with her cookies.
"So," said Phoebe, "Tell me. How did Steve ask you to be his girlfriend?"
Melody got excited, as she spilled to her best friend all the details.
Best friends are forever.
No matter what song they decide to sing.