HER POV:
Finally, Saturday had arrived. I was wearing a black bra top with a pentagram design on my chest. I had on a pair of black, lace up shorts with torn fishnet stockings. My converse covered my feed and I work black lipstick with thick eyeliner. I wrapped myself up in my favorite green striped cat sweatshirt. For the final touch, I decided to wear a wig; my favorite wig.
It's a pastel purple, milky blue and sky blue wig cut in an emo style. It was wavy with razor cut layering - medium length layering at the top gives the more volume, with finer layering in the bottom. I felt excited to go out.
My parents were going to a party for my dad's boss, and I was able to force... I mean convince them to let me go. All I have to do is go to school and be back by 1 am.
And besides, my mom still felt guilty over the fight we had. I couldn't help but think of Rudolph. He was probably hanging out with him now, but I need to forget the fight.
I giggled to myself before walking out of the castle. I noticed their car was gone, and I just shrugged. "Figures. They didn't say goodbye and they try to keep me home." I growled lightly before grabbing my skateboard. "Nice try guys." I give off a little smirk.
3rd POV:
She arrived at the club. Drue was waiting for her and Melina showed off her bracelet and they entered the club. It was slammed, music blaring like crazy and lights flashing. The best part was there were other people like her, dressed like her. It made her feel comfortable.
"Hey Drue. Sorry I'm late. Bitch parents decided to not let me go." Her friend giggled.
"Oh here. I figured we could wear these. Some people inside are wearing them and I figured it be fun." She was handed a
"What are you waiting for bitch? Let's dance!" She was pulled into the dance floor and started cracking out her best moves. Her head flared, her body shaking as she danced. She was given glow sticks and spun them around. The first song ended, and she ended up bumping into someone.
"Hey! Watch it!" She heard a male, slightly English accent. She turned around to see a guy around her age.
"Why don't you watch it. I'm trying to have fun." She giggled before he grabbed her shoulder. She was forced around, and got a better look at him. He was really pale, long, dyed hair and a lot of spikes with chains.
"Too much fun can kill you. Especially you Americans." She chuckled at him.
"Better than at home!" She twirled around, hitting him in the face with her hair before walking away. He was left stunned and in shock at her. The two girls walked away to dance somewhere else.
Her POV:
I was still steaming at the guy. It was like he always had a sour attitude. I saw him having fun as I gulped down another drink. I wanted to dump them all on his head.
"You know, if you want to prove your just as fun as him, karaoke is the fun. You can do something crazy and kick ass. Prove your not just some American." I thought for a second until a smirk came to my face.
"Let's trash this party." Drue giggled and they discussed the plan.
3rd POV:
She giggled with the idea of her singing on stage, but maybe she was just a little tipsy from the alcohol. Drue was talking to that freak and I was crawling up on stage.
Drue walked up to him.
"Hey dickhead." The creepy guy looked over to him.
"What? Where's that freaky American girl?" He chuckled and the emo girl pointed to the stage. He looked up in shock to see her there. After taking off her sweater to reveal her revealing top. Their mouths dropped at the sight and she was smiling.
"Let's get this party started!" The crowd erupted in cheers as she looked back at the dj. The song started to play and she started dancing.
I'm comin' up so you better get this party started
I'm comin' up so you better get this party started
The jerk at the club watched as she started singing.
Get this party started on a Saturday night. Everybody's waiting for me to arrive
Sendin' out the message to all of my friends. We'll be looking flashy in my Mercedes Benz
I got lot of style, check my gold diamond rings. I can go for miles if you know what I mean
I'm comin' up so you better get this party started
I'm comin' up so you better get this party started
Pumping up the volume, breaking down to the beat. Cruisin' through the west side
We'll be checkin' the scene
Boulevard is freakin' as I'm comin' up fast. I'll be burnin' rubber, you'll be kissin' my ass
Pull up to the bumper, get out of the car. License plate says Stunner #1 Superstar
I'm comin' up so you better get this party started
I'm comin' up so you better get this party started
Get this party started
He was in shock, her voice was amazing, the way she danced was free. She panted hard as she took breaths, letting the music take her over.
Making my connection as I enter the room.
Everybody's chilling as I set up the groove
Pumpin' up the volume with this brand new beat.
Everybody's dancing and they're dancing for me
I'm your operator, you can call anytime.
I'll be your connection to the party line
I'm comin' up so you better get this party started (X4)
Get this party started
Get this party started right now
Get this party started. Get this party started
Get this party started right now
The crowd went into a large rush of applause and she gave a bow. They asked for another song, and she saw that same guy staring at her. She only glared at the DJ and suddenly, another song was playing. She played with the hair of her wig and she started singing.
Don't cry to me.
If you loved me,You would be here with want me,Come find up your mind.
She started moving around as she started singing more powerfully.
Should I let you fall?
Lose it all?
So maybe you can remember yourself.
Can't keep believing,
We're only deceiving ourselves .
And I'm sick of the lie,
And you're too late.
Don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
You want me,
Come find me,
up your mind.
She got off the stage and walked along the bar, passing over the glasses and teasing other guys for the thrill. She giggled in her head, she wanted to do more and she had her eyes set for that guy.
Couldn't take the blame.
Sick with shame.
Must be exhausting to lose your own game.
Selfishly hated,
No wonder you're jaded.
You can't play the victim this time,
And you're too late.
Don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
You want me,
Come find me.
Make up your mind.
You never call me when you're sober.
You only want it cause it's over,
It's over.
How could I have burned paradise?
How could I - you were never mine.
So don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
Don't lie to me,
Just get your things.
Near the last lines of the sing, she grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him down to her eye level.
I've made up your mind.
She gave him a five-second peck on the lips before smirking.
"How's that for an American." She handed her mic off to someone else before walking out, leaving her sweater behind and the guy in shock at how amazing she was. Drue ran after her and the crows again cheered for her. He picks up her sweater and looks out to the exit.
"I think our young Gregory is smitten." A random teen said, only to be punched in the face.
Thank you for reading, I'm going into surgery in five days so I'm writing my ass of for the story.
Let me know what you guys think in the comments! I'd love to hear from you on how to make this. I'm having a blast writing this.