"Mia!" I whined.
We were in the girls bathroom before our next class-mine was business and technology while her class was vocals, and Mia was doing the good thing and was fixing my hair.
"What?" Mia asked.
"Why are you making me have the Snooki hair?" I asked.
"Because it'll look good on you Lany," Mia said.
"No it won't," I whined.
"Hey, do you want crazy hair or not?" Mia asked.
"Fine," I said in defeat as she was finished. "Finally, cute or what?"
"It's flawless," I said then Mia giggled.
"Now, let's get to class before we get a detention, and knowing my teacher, I will get one," Mia said as we exited the bathroom, went upstairs to our respected classes.
.x.
When it was finally after school, me and Mia decided to hang out by the track for a little bit and do our homework and listening to my iPod, which was (don't know why) the song Heartless by Kanye West.
"So where are you parents?" Mia asked.
"I don't know, they never tell me shit like this, but if they're on a fucking cruise I would flip shit, you know what I'm saying?" I asked.
"Yes I do," Mia said. "So are you going to—"
"Mia! Lana!" I heard our other friend Danielle yell at us from across the track. "Wanna help us practice for that talent show thingy in March?"
"Sure," I said as we went over there. "What song are you guys doing?"
"We decided on the song Beat da Beat," A girl named Shian said.
"The song from Jersey Shore?" Mia asked.
"Yeah," Danielle said.
"So what are the moves?" I asked.
"Well, one of us have to attempt to sing the song, that's for starters," Shelby said.
"Alright, guys figured that out yet?" Mia asked.
"Lana wanna do it, you are awesome when it comes to stuff like this," Danielle said.
"Sure, so what are the rest of you guys doing?" I asked.
"For majority of the song, we'll be in like a sphere while Lana sings the song, but when she says the part It's time to beat da beat up so many times I can't remember the rest of us come out of the spheres and start pumping the fists, including you Lana, but that's everytime she says that, most of the time we come back to our spheres, but when she comes to the part where she tells us to pump our fists, we do exactly that," Sean said.
"Alright we can work with that," I said as me and Mia were in the positions that the group had said that we should go. Then Danielle pressed PLAY on her iPod and went to her position than an upbeat song started playing, when the song officially started, I started to sing.
You'll be nobodies tonight
being a guido is a way of life
It takes me 25 minutes to do my hair
I'm so fresh I got a tanning bed in my house
I'm DJ Pauly D
I'm gonna have you fist pumping all night long
This is DJ Pauly D
Being a guido is a way of life
I don't represent all Italians
I represent myself
I started this whole GTL shit
Gym, tan, and laundry
You gotta stay fresh
Yeah it's time to
Beat da beat up (x 16)
Yo, how come when I'm DJ'ing there will be a hot ass girl but she got an ugly ass friend?
Come on man
I ain't got no time for that
I'm only dealing with 9s and 10s
Not no 3s and 4s
So if you're trying to get in my DJ booth and you're trying to come home with me
DJ Pauly D
Then you and your friends better come correct
There will be no grenades tonight
It's time to
Beat da beat up (x 10)
Where my ladies at make some noise
Where my fellas at can't forget my dogs
Make some noise
When you're not in your seat
And you're rocking with DJ Pauly D
Dat beat hits you, you need to fight back
So what I need you to do right now is get down real low and start tapping that ground
Keep hittin it, keep hittin it
Now work your way up
Fight dat beat
now pump your fists
It's time to
Beat dat beat up (x 32)
It's time to
It's time to
We're taking over the world
When the song was done, the group was happy about the result.
"Lana, how the hell do you have a great voice for this?" Danielle asked.
"It's called practicing Danielle," I said. "Or try to rap as much Eminem songs as I can," I added with a shrug of my shoulders, then checked the time, "Ah snap, I need to get home for some reason, Mia can you call your mom to get me a ride home?"
"Why don't you call your babysitter or something?" Mia asked.
"Nah, your mom's actually nice, unlike my babysitter who's a complete jackass who doesn't think about anyone but himself and ah crap I just remembered something," I said.
"What?" Mia asked.
"Riley might be at my house for the two months," I said.
"Ha ha ha ha," Mia said.
"STFU!"