Chapter 3

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     My eyes were closed as I sang the last chorus of Nightingale by Demi Lovato. But before I could finish the song, I jumped when I heard the doorbell ring. My eyes flew wide and I froze, wondering if my parents had come home early. Jumping out of bed, I prayed they hadn't heard me belting my heart out.

     Running downstairs, I flew to the door and threw it open. Serena appeared before me and I frowned. She hadn't told me she'd be coming over.

     "Guess what!" Serena squealed.

     I blinked. "What?"

     Serena was beaming. She was wearing a grin and shaking, looking as if she would burst with joy. I stared at her, wondering what was going on.

     "Vandos is having an event where anyone gets a chance to sing on stage," Serena said, stepping inside. "You don't even have to be a professional singer. Everyone gets a chance to showcase their singing skills at this event."

     I closed the door behind Serena and watched her walk over to one of the beige couches in the living room. She plopped down on one of them and set her large purse on her lap, and I walked over to the couch across from her. Sitting down, I wondered what the big deal was.

     "And?" I pushed on.

     "I want to sing on stage, but..." Serena looked down shyly. "I know I'm not the best singer and..."

     Serena drifted off and I frowned. I was utterly confused.

     "And?" I pushed on once again.

     "Can you sing for me?" Serena asked. "Please?"

     "Sing for you?" I said slowly. "What do you mean?"

     "Exactly that. I'll pretend to sing on stage, but it's actually you singing."

     I didn't know what to say. For a moment, I stared at Serena, wondering if she had lost her mind.

     "How would I pretend to sing for you?" I asked, shaking my head. "I'm so confused."

     "Well, I bought these two microphones," Serena said, pulling two microphones out of her purse. "I'll say this microphone is my lucky charm and will connect it to the sound system when it's my turn to sing. I'll also get yours connected and then turn off my microphone when it's my turn to sing. You then sing through your microphone while I lip-sing along, and no one will even know it's you singing instead of me."

      Serena was grinning and I stared at the two microphones she held. One had a gold handle and the other had a silver handle, and I wondered when Serena had planned this.

     "Why do you want me to sing for you?" I asked.

     "You know I can't sing," Serena said, huffing. "But, I really want to be a famous singer anyways. This event won't make me famous, but... it's a start."

     "Serena, you know me singing for you defeats the purpose of you being a singer. You'd be an actor instead if I do this for you."

     "It's not fair!" Serena threw her hands up. "I wasn't born with talent and that's... not fair."

     Serena sighed and hugged herself. She looked away from me, upset, and I bit my lip. I didn't know what to say. I knew Serena really wanted this, but I knew this wasn't the way to go.

     "This won't end well," I said gently. "Somehow we'll get caught."

     "All I want is a chance," Serena whispered. "I don't care if nothing happens past this event, but just once, just for one event, I want to feel like a singer."

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