Talent Show time! I love the song that Alfie sings, I feel like he would sing it.

Nina (2 weeks later)

I hadn't talked to anyone except Amber, Alfie and Eddie since my blowup, and they made sure not to talk about it. My group practiced the dance in silence, but everyone kept on staring at me in pity. I hate pity, so I pretended not to notice. But, I didn't cry alone, anymore.

Today was the day of the talent show. I was sitting on my bed, reading Wuthering Heights when Amber bounced in. Then she stopped, and said, "What are you wearing?" I looked down at myself. I had on a Chicago Red Sox t-shirt, and loose fit jeans. "What I'm wearing to go down to the kitchen, and the talent show," I said, returning to my book. "Oh, no you're not." Amber said, pulling me-and almost dislocating my shoulder-off my bed, and to her makeup stand.

Amber finally brushed my hair-after pulling out half of it-and found out that it was actually just a little wavy, but mostly straight. She then attacked it with a curling iron, so that it gave my hair an orderly look to it. Then she brushed on pink eye shadow, black eyeliner, the tiniest bit of blush, and shiny lip gloss. "Wear this," she ordered, shoving a pile of clothes in front of my face. I ended up in an embellished white tank top, a jean mini skirt, and knee-high tan leather boots with really high heels. (I just made that up, so if it doesn't look good, change it in your mind.)

"You look adorable!" Amber squealed. I sighed, grabbed my guitar, and said, "Let's get this over with."

*Line Break*

When we got to the stage, I started hyperventilating. I was going to make a fool of myself in front of all those people! Didn't Mr. Winkler say something about a record producer? Oh, god. Help me!

Amber grabbed my shoulders. "You'll be fine. I promise," she said. "You are the best singer in this room. I wouldn't be surprised if you got a record deal." I took a deep breath. I heard Mr. Winkler say, "Hi, everyone. This is our school's first annual talent show! This is a bunch of really talented students, so we hope you'll enjoy the show! The first one up is Alfie Lewis!" Alfie took a deep breath, and ran out into the crowd.

"Hi, I'm Alfie Lewis, and I'll be singing a song I just made up!" I swore I could hear Mr. Winkler sigh. He waved his hand to the band, who'd he'd apparently given lyrics to, and started singing:

It's fun to run

It's fun to play

It's fun to make things out of clay

It's fun to fill your car with gas

It's fun to break…things made of glass!

I looked at Amber, wondering if I heard the last lyric right. She looked as bamboozled as I was, so I turned back to the stage, where Alfie was singing.

It's fun to spray yourself with mace

It's fun to squeeze your mother's face

It's fun to mow your daddy's grass

It's fun to break things made of glass!

This time, everyone looked confused, and a few were laughing.

But broken glass can cut your hand

And then you'll bleed across the land

Ask any woman, child or man about the dangers

Of broken glass!

I started laughing really hard, and so was Amber. I mean, what the heck was Alfie thinking?

Of broken glass

I like nice girls with gum disease

I like to tickle people's knees

Don't tell me no, just tell me yes

And then we'll break things made of glass.

Okay, what? I eyed Amber, who looked as if she was about to cry, she was trying so hard not to laugh. But, as soon as she caught my eye, she started cracking up.

Sometimes I put on special pants

And then I board a plane to France

When I arrive I start to dance

And then I break things made of glass.

It got funnier with every word. I mean, how did he do that? Everyone was laughing so hard, you could hardly hear the lyrics.

Yeah, I know that dance doesn't rhyme with glass.

SO, WHATCHA GONNA DO ABOUT IT, HUH?

How the heck was he doing this with a straight face? And why is he singing about broken glass? Alfie is the weirdest person I've ever met.

But broken glass with tell you lies

Bleed your soul and blind your eyes

Like a demon with a side of fries

You better beware of broken glass…

Of broken glass!

HARMONICA SOLO!

He picked up a harmonica and started blowing randomly on it, creating a cacophony compared to the band. I was laughing so hard, I could hardly breathe.

Wahoo!

Mm, children, that glass sure does look delicious,

Doesn't it?

But you can't eat it!

`Cuz broken glass is not a food

So don't you listen to some dude

That says, 'Put cheese on broken glass and make a SAND-A-WICH!'

Outta broken glass

Outta broken glass.

Alfie has some things seriously wrong with him, but he was so funny at the same time!

Let's sing a song about broken glass

I'll help you write it after class

There is no song that can surpass

The song we sing…

"About broken glass," Alfie finished. Everyone cheered so loudly, it was amazing. Mr. Winkler hopped up on the stage, and kept on naming acts that weren't of importance to me, until he reached Amber.

She hopped up on the stage shyly, and said, "Um, I'll be reenacting the scene from Gone with the Wind where Scarlett figures out that she loved Melanie."

She was amazing at acting! Every line was perfectly delivered, and she honestly cried when Melanie-also played by Amber-died. After she finished, everyone whistled until you were deaf.

Soon after, Mara came up and played the piano like you would not believe. Patricia was an amazing dancer with Joy (The first show of Shake it Up, when they're dancing to Our Generation,) and Mick basically did the Macarena. Then… "Nina Martin, you're up next!"

Not my best chap, but I love that song!

~ChocoAwesomeness~