M'kay, before any of you read anything beyond this author's note, THERE IS A SINGING OC.

I am aware that is present in a lot of fan fictions, I've read a few myself so I'd understand if you want to skip this chapter.

There will be a few more song snippets scattered thoughout this fic since Linzy has a soundtrack in her own mind but

i've tried not to make them too long.

I wont make you suffer though the entirety of anything.

for future referance,

I OWN NONE OF THEM.

NONE.

That is my disclaimer for the songs.

I also do not own nor do I claim to own ultimate spider-man.

Now that that's out of the way,

enjoy the read!

Chapter 3

At some point during the night, Mr. Osborne was called up to the microphone.

He made his way slowly to the front of the dining room where the stage was, but the way his feet were dragging…

I leaned over to harry and whispered in his ear.

"What's wrong with your dad?"

He shrugged nonchalantly and watched as his dad began to speak.

"he's just upset because the singer wigged out on him a few minutes ago, so now he doesn't have anyone to sing the national anthem for the party… its kinda a big deal."

I blinked.

"This party is so important they have someone sing the national anthem? Why wasn't I informed?"

looking down at my simple green dress I had a sudden thought.

'Now I know why I feel so under dressed!'

"Please don't worry about it; it's really not that big a deal… it's just, uh, tradition."

Peter snorted, then took another bite out of his burger.

I rolled my eyes. Even in another universe, guys are still guys.

To say I was surprised when the first measure of the national anthem began to play would be an understatement.

"Harry, didn't you say the singer quit?"

"Yeah, that's what I said."

"Then why is the music playing?"

he frowned.

"I don't know, but if no one sings things might get a little hectic for my dad."

"Why?" I asked as Peter excused himself to go to the restroom.

"It would be bad for his "image", as always. He told everyone he'd get a spectacular singer, and the press has been raving about it ever since. It would just blemish that perfect facade he has."

As the music approached the starting point for the anthem, I was having a serious conversation with myself.

'No, Linzy. Don't even think about it. You are not a "spectacular singer" and you really shouldnt draw any attention to yourself…no, no, NO! DO YOU HEAR ME SELF? I SAID N-" all hope of keeping my argument was lost when the first word sprung from my mouth and I stood up to sing.

"Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hail'd at the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars…"

'What the heck am I doing?' I wondered, and before I knew it was upon the last verse,

"O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave…"

The last note seemed to drone on forever as the music ebbed away in the background, then all was silent.

Suddenly a wave of applause erupted from the all around me, besides me, next to me.

My eyes widened and I took an involuntary step backward; this wave of sound…humans can be this loud?

People of all classes came up to me and shook my hand, looks of amusement and pleasure plain on their faces.

Harry stared, opened mouthed, as did his father, who was still on the stage.

It was Mr. Osborn who recovered first, however. "And that was Miss Linzy Parker, singing the national anthem for our special music tonight."

"WHAT?" Peter gasped, startling me out of my stupor.

"Oh… hey peter… Back from the bathroom already?" I smiled innocently, wavering only when his brow furrowed.

"I never knew you could sing like that…"