Meant to Be

19 - The Play

Destiny POV

"I believe we all have a soulmate, the chance for a perfect duet, I believe in hopeless devotion, I just haven't found it yet."

Despite what I'd like to believe, Harry's performance is pretty harsh, and he perfectly hits all the wrong notes. He does a good side character, though I could never see him playing Brady.

"And I know, I know she's out there, most definitely. Not a phoney or a fake, sweeter than a chocolate cake..."

Diana sounds extremely nasal and fake. She doesn't seem fitting to the sweet, delicate personality of the character she's playing. Michael and I are forced to watch her fail miserably on stage while she sings her part.

"Wow. They're umm... wow."

I look over at Michael in his seat in the theatre, glad that he feels the same way.

"Speechless? Yeah. Well it's only half as bad as their acting skills." We both visibly shiver at the same time and laugh together as I catch his eye. There is a long silence as we stare at each other. I can tell he is extremely knowing of something, but cant seem to decipher what it is. It feels like our eyes are in a deep conversation with each other, and they don't want to pull away from it.

"Michael? Destiny? You're up!"

We walk up on stage and I seem to remember the night Michael sang me the song he wrote. I remember that night extremely vividly. When he sang me The Way You Make Me Feel; his own original song, written just for me. It was such a romantic gesture, and our budding romance at the time was the best feeling I could have. He seemingly doesn't even remember that though.

The track starts to play and I immediately realize why I've been trying to ignore Michael for months now. I jump in knowing the words by heart, and singing from the heart where the words came from. To me it just feels like such a cheesy song, but I like it anyways.

"You need a girl who's into music to lift you high on cupid's wings."

The lyrics really don't make any sense but I still feel a sort of connection with them that I really like. I almost hate myself for liking such cheesy things, but I enjoy it anyway.

"And I know, I know she's out there, most definitely, yeah."

Michael's sweet addition of an extended yeah send chills through me. His voice is so perfect, so pure. Like liquid gold.

Suddenly I start to feel a connection with Michael and his voice, like we're talking to each other.

"Maybe you've already met the one you'll never forget, your meant to be."

This time when I sing I look straight at Michael, and his eyes meat mine, full of knowledge of something I can't put my finger on.

"When it's meant to be, you go kinda crazy, meant to be, you forget your own name."

The lyrics make me think about what little relationship I have with Michael, and how it describes it perfectly.

"When it's meant to be, that's Destiny callin'"

Michael smirks as he stares at me singing his solo with my name. I feel like he's talking about me, calling me to him.

"And nothing will ever will be the same..."

Once we sing together, and our voices harmonize perfectly, I feel like I could faint on the spot from the beautiful sounds coming from us.

"Bravo Bravo!"

The teacher claps loudly, and Harry and Diana scoff their way to their next class as the bell rings. At this point I don't think either of us notice our surroundings. Our eyes seem to be conversing again without our acknowledgement.

"Hello lovebirds? You did a good job now lets get a move on! I have a class to teach!"

Our cheeks turn the same shade of red as we pull our eyes away from their strong bond. Michael rubs the back of his neck and he hold out his hand.

"Good job Destiny. You have a great voice."

"Pfft, coming from the king of music."

"King of music? Says who?"

"Every soul who's heard the voice of an angel."

He only blushes harder as we walk out of the theatre and he slings his arm around me, just like Issa did. But this time it's something more. I can feel the warm between us. I can feel... the love. Is this what I've been denying? Is it true? Is Michael my meant to be?

Issa POV

"What do you want, Dirty Diana?"

"Don't call me that."

Diana's manly-ass voice is the first thing I hear when I pick up my phone. After hearing my own, of course. I should have just ignored when I say the caller ID saying 'Dirty Whore'.

"Oh, I'm sorry bitch, would you rather the term Dirty Hoe? Or Dirty Slut? Dirty Whore maybe? Nuh uh I didn't think so."

"Whatever, Issa I don't have time for your gayness. Just, what's the status with Michael and Destiny? And you and her? How is it going? Any chemistry? Because I swear I saw all kinds of chemical reactions at practice between those two."

"Calm your fake titties! They aren't hooking up or anything. I'm watching them right now."

I can practically feel that whore adjusting her stuffed bra from the other end of the phone. I can hear it too, because she uses paper towels. Dumb bitch.

She is so damn annoying, making me pretend to like and spy on my best friend. I'm not going to do what she says, I don't care what she's going to do to me. I'm not about to betray Destiny that way.

"Good . Just make sure you---"

"I-G-G-BYE!"

I hang up the phone on Diana Dick Sucker and shove my phone in my pocket. For some crazy reason I decide to keep stalking Destiny and Michael. Not because Diana the Prostitute said so, just because Michael is kind of hot.

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