"I emailed the ones who will be preforming this week their songs. We have Marissa, Luke and his group, Emma, Heather and Thomas, Val and Anz and last but not least Loren and JC." Mrs. Hudson says as she enters the room.
"So who goes first?" Emma (one of the new ones) asks.
"Well I think Marissa should go first if she's ready?" Everyone looked at Marissa.
"Yeah I'm ready." She says standing up. "So this isn't my usual sound, but I like the song and Mrs. Hudson thinks I'll be good with it. So here it goes." Marissa was uneasy on her feet as she began to sing
[Marissa]
My disposition permeates
The room when I walk in the place
I'm sorry!
By calculation I'm way too much
Pretentiously I bitch a buck
But you bought it!
I can't exceed my reputation
A small town girl with compensation
Explorin' all my possibilities
Well don't you know I'll blaze a trail
But hell
You can come with me
What doesn't kill you
Only makes you blonder
My heels and my hotel
They just got taller
Somethin' bout platinum irrefutably
Looks as good on records
As it does on me
Historically real men prefer
The Marilyns with curls and curves
and I've got it!
Genetically or chemically
As long as it contains some bleach
I want it!
You don't need to be a fighter
Honey, just go one shade lighter
You'll acquire everything you want
When your roots grow out
And things go South
Hey, go back to the salon!
[All the girls]
What doesn't kill you
Only makes you blonder
My heels and my hotel
They just got taller
Somethin' bout platinum irrefutably
Looks as good on records as it does on me
Marissa looks at me and smiles
[Marissa]
Hey! What doesn't kill you
Only makes you blonder
In fact, my heels and my hotel
They just got taller
Somethin' bout platinum irrefutably
Looks as good on records as it does on me
Somethin' bout platinum irrefutably
Looks as good on records as it does on me
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The Other Year
FanfictionThis is Book 2 of Our Daughter. Loren and Luke are going through some tough times and as Luke begins to move on, Loren pulls hims back into her because if you are meant to be then you'll always find your way back to them. A love story with a twis...
