*don't play the song yet, my doods:)*
"AHHH!" I slam my locker in frustration then turning to my friend Tate.
"You have to calm down. It'll be fINe Sophia" he tells me.
"no, No, nO, NO! It's nOT!" I slam my back on my locker and slide down on my butt. Tate sits down next to me.
I just got off the bus and I have 15 minutes before art starts. Art is my first class everyday. Today, I'm supposed to be singing With a Little Help From my Friends by The Beatles. Tate is my pianist. We were gonna sing the original bit our teacher suggested that we do a duet. Guess who he paired me with. Jenson.
"She's not even in our art class! This is riDIculous!" I complain.
*time skip to art class:)*
"Hey bitches!" She waves as Tate and I walk into the music room. We have half an hour to explain to her what we're doing AND to rehearse.
"Don't call me that" I tell her.
"Hey Jenson" he waves. He's so innocent.
"You should act more like Tate, Sophie. There's no stick up hIS ass"
I just breathe.
If there's one thing I learnt through the years of being me, it's breathing. It calms me.
"No one calls me that"
"What?" She says all sassy.
"No one calls me Sophie. It's Sophia"
"Jeez. SORry!" She throws her hands up in defence.
"Let's just start" I suggest as Tate sets up the keyboard.
*play the song:)*
S: What would you think if I sang out of tune
Would you stand up and walk out on me?
M: Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song
And I'll try not to sing out of key
S & M: Oh I get by with a little help from my friends
Mm I get high with a little help from my friends
Mm gonna try with a little help from my friends
S: What do I do when my love is away?
M: Does it worry you to be alone?
S: How do I feel by the end of the day?
M:Are you sad because you're on your own?
S & M: No I get by with a little help from my friends
Mm I get high with a little help from my friends
Mm gonna try with a little help from my friends
M: Do you need anybody?
S: I need somebody to love
M: Could it be anybody?
I want somebody to love
M: Would you believe in a love at first sight?
S: Yes I'm certain that it happens all the time
M:What do you see when you turn out the light?
S: I can't tell you, but I know it's mine
S & M: Oh I get by with a little help from my friends
Mm I get high with a little help from my friends
Oh I'm gonna try with a little help from my friends
M: Do you need anybody?
S: I just need someone to love
M: Could it be anybody?
S: I want somebody to love
S & M: Oh I get by with a little help from my friends
Mm gonna try with a little help from my friends
Oh I get high with a little help from my friends
Yes I get by with a little help from my friends
With a little help from my friends
"You guys were great" Tate says getting up from his bench and giving Madeline and I high fives.
"You think?" I ask him.
"Um yes" Madeline states.
I roll my eyes and take a sip from my Nalgene bottle.
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