Chapter 3: What you staring at?
Life is good. I finally got the nerve to write my name on the charity show try-out list. Mashing up songs is hard work at least my vision has a clear focus. My song idea is to have a tortured heart love song with a slight rock edge and opportunity to show a little spice with a section of rap. Puckerman of course will be playing the guitar. Wait to the girls see him! I'm hopeful they will see him for the catch he is. It's not only me that is going to put themselves out there. I cannot wait!
My friend Nicole and I were walking down the hall today when she nudged me in the elbow. Nicole is a transfer student from California. Don't ask me why she would come to Lima, Ohio? Poor girl.
"What gives?"
"Who is that guy?"
I looked to see who she was pointing at. It was Mac. Not surprised there, that swagger walk of his, well…..I will leave it to your imagination.
"Whoa…he is into you girl."
I shrugged my shoulders. "No, he's probably mad that I bumped into him yesterday. Hit him right in the head."
Nicole just smiled and whispered, "hot stuff. This school doesn't look so bad after all. What's he like?"
I hushed my voice lower. "Mac is the complicated type…quiet, smart, anti-social at least with me that is. But, he has it sort of rough at home so that's probably why he is like that".
"Does he have a girlfriend?"
My mind started to mentally search the files of my brain. "Well, the girls sure like him but I'm not sure."
Her eyes got big at the news of Mac possibly being single. "Well, if he is looking…" She gave me a mischievous look.
We both started laughing at the same time. And at that very moment I looked up and felt his brown eyes s staring at me. It was almost like he knew what we were talking about. I could feel the redness in my face. You know it's not a good sign when someone stares at you without even the hint of a smile. So, I did that thing I always do when challenged stared and gave him my "right back at ya" look.
So, what did he do? Flash us another look of his amazing smile that spoke volumes about his confidence and walked his "I'm the man" strut right past me. As much as I hate to admit it, he is terribly cute but I will never give him the satisfaction of knowing that, NEVER!
Lucky for me, Puckerman came over and asked me to practice after school. For some reason, everyone calls him by his last name just like they did to his old man. It took my focus back to my music although Nicole could not get off talking about how cute Mac is the whole time!
At practice we worked out the quirks. I took the pop song I'm like a Bird by Nelly Furtado and meshed it with some of my original rap. The biggest obstacle was making a slow song workable with a faster and more upbeat music. We decided to alternate singing with rap.
You're beautiful, that's for sure
You'll never ever fade
You're lovely but it's not for sure
That I won't ever change
And though my love is rare
Though my love is true
I'm like a bird, I'll only fly away
I don't know where my soul is, I don't know where my home is
(and baby all I need for you to know is)
I'm like a bird, I'll only fly away
I don't know where my soul is , I don't know where my home is
All I need for you to know is
Your faith in me brings me to tears
Even after all these years
And it pains me so much to tell
That you don't know me that well
And though my love is rare
Though my love is true
It's not that I wanna say goodbye
It's just that every time you try to tell me that you love me
Each and every single day I know
I'm going to have to eventually give you away
And though my love is rare
And though my love is true
Hey I'm just scared
That we may fall through
Falling for you
I love this song so much because it's complex about love and relationship, not that my lack of experience in the dating department totally understands the complexity of romance. Oh, well, we sounded great and at the very end I whisper the last sentence: "Hey, I'm just scared that we may fall through always falling for you".
My mom encouraged me to look at the audience with a tortured look full of drama and emotion. She made me practice it like a zillion times. Then I finish the song with the spotlight going out and walking away. Dramatic finish. I'm so psyched about our routine! We are going to kick some major butt!
What did not work well was my choice of costume. Mom wanted me to wear her signature pink and my dad would rather see every inch of myself covered up. I opted for a soft green flowing Old Navy t-shirt, form fitting shorts, and some groovy laced up sandals. My green eyes always pop when I wear green. Dad was not happy about my legs. Maybe, one of these days he will realize that I know I'm looking hot when he is concerned. Ready or not, we are going to rock out try-outs!