Chapter Nine

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"Don't wanna be an American idiot, one nation controlled by the media." I sang along from side stage, grinning wide as I moved my body slightly to the music. Nash hadn't been having as good of a time because Billie had looked over and winked at me their second song in, so he was in a mood. I tried getting him to have fun by dancing crazy and trying to get him to join, but he only smiled at me and then went back to glaring at the band.

"We should just go." I sighed, running a hand through my hair.

"While I appreciate that," Nash smirked down at me as he threw his arm over my shoulder. "I still have a job to do."

"Right." I looked back to see Billie hold the mic up to the crowd during the chorus.

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