Bella's POV
"Bella! Why did you drag me away from the cute guy?! I wanted to ask him out! He was so cute; what with those eyes and that hair and…"
I stared at Alice as she went on to describe a guy she had met not ten minutes ago in such intense detail that I thought she would now be his own personal stalker.
"Because, Alice," I interrupted her. "I need your guys help to play a trick on that creep who kept hitting on me. You wanna know what he said?! When I asked about the baseball team, this is what he said word for word: 'Yeah. Why, does your brother play? I'm on the team; pitcher. You should tell him to tryout, there next week.' He didn't even think that I might possibly want to try out!"
Alice and Emmett stared at me apprehensively. I had a temper when it came to sexist people saying things like that. By now, we had finished moving into our house. It was a nice little thing; it had two floors, four bedrooms, and a recording studio in the basement. Alice and I had the top floor to our selves, while my dad and Emmett slept on the ground floor, because it was closer to the TV.
"Um, Bella, don't neuter the poor guy; you just met him. He probably didn't mean to be sexist and I actually want to have a bit left of him so that we could hang out. Jasper seemed pretty cool, and I don't want to have to return his friend to him in a body bag," Emmett said. "I mean, sure, we'll help you, but don't take it too far, please?" I sighed. Emmett could always calm me down when I was in my temper.
"Fine. Hey, can we go practice? I want to get my mind of things."
We trooped down stairs to our awesome recording studio. It was huge; it went under the entire house and the garage too. It was an icy blue color, and was designed by Alice. It was separated by a sound-proof glass wall with our equipment on one side and our instruments and our microhphone on the other.
"Hey, let's play our new song. Emmett, you need to get the first beat right on." As they nodded, I set the amp to the right volume.
Oh no I just keep on falling
(Back to the same old…)
Where's hope when misery comes crawling?
(Oh my way, Ay…)
With your faith you'll trigger a landslide
(victory)
Kill off this common sense of mind
It takes acquired minds to taste, to taste, to taste this wine
You can't down it with your eyes
So we don't need the headlines
We don't need the headlines
We just want…
Everybody sing like it's the last song you will ever sing
Tell me, tell me, do you feel the pressure now?
Everybody live like it's the last day you will ever see
Tell me, tell me, do you feel the pressure now?
Right now you're the only reason
(I'm not letting go, oh…)
Time out if everyone's worth pleasing
(Well ha-ha!)
You'll trigger a landslide
(Victory)
to kill off their finite state of mind
It takes acquired minds to taste, to taste, to taste this wine
You can't down it with your eyes
So we don't need the headlines
No, we don't want your headlines
We just want…
Everybody sing like it's the last song you will ever sing
Tell me, tell me, do you feel the pressure now?
Everybody live like it's the last day you will ever see
Tell me, tell me, do you feel the pressure now?
Everybody sing like it's the last song you will ever sing
Tell me, tell me, do you feel the pressure?
[repeat x2]
Alright, so you think you're ready?
Ok, then you say this with me
Go!
We were born for this
We were born for this
Alright, so you think you're ready?
OK, then you say this with me
Go!
We were born for this
We were born for this
We were born for this
We were born for this
We were born for
We were born for
Everybody sing like it's the last song you will ever sing
Tell me, tell me, can you feel the pressure?
Everybody live like it's the last day you will ever see
Tell me, tell me, can you feel the pressure now?
Everybody sing like it's the last song you will ever sing
Tell me, tell me, can you feel the pressure?
Tell me, tell me, can you feel the pressure?
We were born for this
We were born for this
We were born for this
"YEAH! WHOO-HOO! WE ROCK!"
"EMMETT!"
"Sorry," he whispered, and we all burst out laughing.