I'm back! Sorry for the wait. School and Ideas have taken down my time.
Anyways...
Helga's POV
Ha! That went better than I throught it would.
"What did you two do?" "What the hell happened?" "You idiots!" were just some of the words yelled at Helga and Barbera from the Crew, who just gave them pleased smirks.
"Don't just stand there! Tell you before I-"
"Before you what, force me to help you again? Make me do your homework?"
Sophia was momentarily quiet, but bounced up again.
"Maybe I will. That closed book of secrets is about to be wide open in a few minutes, you little traitor."
"OK."
"And another-" Sophia stopped short. "What are you talking about?"
Helga raised up the orange journal. "This ring a bell to you dolts?"
Sophia's eyes widened up. "What the-"
"Let's not forget these." Barbera also raised their phones high in the air.
The Crew stood in shock.
"Ho-w-w did-d you get that?"
"Your room. Next time don't even try this stunt, you washed up never-wases." Brab said, looking straight in Sophia's eyes, fury in them.
The Crew ran backstage, trying to hold their tears, failing.
Helga grabbed one of the mikes and started speaking to the audience, settling down the shocks and gasps.
"Alright, alright, pipe down everyone. That was just the lip-syching idiots, formerly known as the Crap."
Some of the audience chuckled a bit.
"So you might be thinking, 'hey, this ended well. A bunch of talentless idiots just made my ears bleed.'" She paused, waiting for them to finish laughing.
"Well, there's one last minute contestant in the running. Her name is Cecelia NightGale, and she will be on shortly. In the meantime, you might want to find something to threw the Crap in, because I think it's stinking up the whole joint!"
Laughter exploded from the crowd.
"Thank you, you're too kind." she ran off the stage, Barbera following shortly.
"Who's Cecelia NightGale? And why is she here?"
Helga pulled a piece of paper out of her pocket. "Give this to Ms. Franklin. I need to go."
"Where, through?"
"Uhhh...our bedroom. Well, see you."
"But-" Barbera started. But Helga was already running back to the bedroom.
Helga, now as Cecelia, put in her contact lenses and grabbed her guitar and MP3 player. All or nothing now. She ran backstage, hooked it up, and bust through the curtains.
"How's it going?"
The crowd gave a light cheer, pushing for her to sing. She smirked, starting to play.
"Alright, alright, I'll sing!" She closed her eyes, letting the piano keys fall into place on the Mp3 before singing.
"I heard that you're settled down
That you found a girl and you're married now.
I heard that your dreams came true.
Guess she gave you things I didn't give to you.
Old friend, why are you so shy?
Ain't like you to hold back or hide from the light.
I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited
But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it.
I had hoped you'd see my face and that you'd be reminded
That for me it isn't over..."
The voice That the audience heard was different. The lyrics weren't shallow and filled with petty desires. They were spoken with purity and trueness, a longing of sorts. It moved them in a way. She spoke her fears, and they commended her for it. It brought some to tears, empowered others.
Ms. Franklin looked at Helga with awe and happiness.
She always had a way with words.
Bob, Miriam and Olga looked at the Cecelia with admonishment. They had not heard a voice as sweet as her's.
"Huh, that girl could beat Olga anyday."
"B, she's so wonderful!"
"I wish baby sister was here to see this!"
"...You know how the time flies
Only yesterday was the time of our lives
We were born and raised
In a summer haze
Bound by the surprise of our glory days
I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited
But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it.
I'd hoped you'd see my face and that you'd be reminded
That for me it isn't over.
Never mind, I'll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you too
Don't forget me, I beg I remember you said,
"Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead."
Yeah..."
Barbara looked up at her.
Wow.
"Nothing compares
No worries or cares
Regrets and mistakes
They are memories made.
Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste?
Never mind, I'll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you
Don't forget me, I beg
I remember you said,
"Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead."
Never mind, I'll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you too
Don't forget me, I beg
I remember you said,
"Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead,
Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead."
Yeah"
The finishing notes played, and Cecelia bowed, waiting for the inevitable food toss.
She was met with cheers, appuluse and standing oviations instead. Several recording agents and managers practically ran up the stage, shoving papers and contracts in her face.
"Calm down, people! Criminy, hands off the goods!"
Helga managed to reach back to her room, avoiding the crowd and several injures. She popped out the contacts, tore off the wig and reviewed the tons of paperwork that was given to her. She plopped back in bed, a small smile on her face.
"Criminy, who knew?"
Helga's POV
Well, this went better than I throught. Everyone loves me, but not 'me'. No time to worry about that. Tommorrow is leaving day, so Bob and Miriam are coming to pick me up. Yip-pee. All they're going to do is blab about the mystery girl on stage. Little do they know it's me...
Song used: 'Someone Like You' by Adele
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