**SPOILER ALERT** WELL NOT REALLY.
Anyway haha, just telling you peeps that when I’m writing singing scenes, I’ll be posting with character is singing it like this:
e.g.
Rheed: Don’t listen to a word I say
All: Hey!
Rheed: the screams all sound the same…
Yeah, I don’t particularly LIKE this, but it just helps with my writing and setting the scene and shit… so thanks haha
**Rich’s (Sonic member) POV**
I sped down the corridor of the science wing, hurrying to hand my paper in before it was overdue.
At 11:16pm it had a very large chance it would be.
I had 4 minutes to get it in.
“Dammit.” I mumbled and started to jog.
“So this weekend at the bowling alley?”
I stopped jogging and turn to look at the room I just passed. No one should be here so late.
Not counting me of course.
I had to bribe the janitor to get in so late.
Crouching down, I backed up and peered through the window.
Of course it was the Bellas.
I was mildly surprised that they actually knew there was a science wing.
“Yes.” Beca said. “They’ll all be there this Saturday, at 4, which gives us 3 days to rehearse.”
Sounds like they were planning to bomb the Trebles.
I quickly pulled out my phone to text Rheed when I saw the time
11:21pm.
“CRAP!” I yelled, and then quickly covered my mouth. My paper was late and they probably heard me.
Still crouched, I scurried around the corner and out of view just as the door creaked open.
“You’re imagining things, Amy.” Shannon said.
I slowly edged out as they got back to talking.
“This is going to be the best bomb ever.” One of them said excitedly.
That confirmed my suspicions.
They were going to bomb the Trebles.
And we were going to re-bomb them.
**Saturday**
**Jessie’s POV**
I had the whole group get together at the bowling alley for some team bonding. We’d been really out of sync lately and with this bomb week on, we needed to get our heads together.
Noel-one of our new members was about to bowl when the music began.
All (Bellas): Mama told me not to waste my life
She said spread your wings my little butterfly
Don't let what they say keep you up at night
And if they give you shhhh...
Then they can walk on by
Shannon: My feet, feet can't touch the ground
And I can't hear a sound
But you just keep on running up your mouth yeah
Beca: Walk, walk on over there
'Cause I'm too fly to care, oh yeah
Great, we were going to be the first ones to be bombed.
All: Your words don't mean a thing
I'm not listening
Keep talking, all I know is
Mama told me not to waste my life,
She said spread your wings my little butterfly
Don't let what they say keep you up at night
And they can't detain you
'Cause wings are made to fly
And we don't let nobody bring us down
No matter what you say it won't hurt me
Don't matter if I fall from the sky
These wings are made to fly
Cynthia: I'm firing up on that runway
I know we're gonna get there someday
But we don't need no ready steady go, no
Shannon: Talk, talk turns into air
And I don't even care, oh yeah
I rolled my eyes and zoned out for a second. Then someone at the arcade caught my eye. I nudged Noel. “Isn’t that one of the Sonics?” I whispered.
All: Mama told me not to waste my life,
She said spread your wings my little butterfly
Don't let what they say keep you up at night,
And they can't detain you
'Cause wings are made to fly
“Yeah, Zander I think his name is.” (A/N played by Jayden Sierra: http://p.twimg.com/A4Lp3aCCYAEKQwK.jpg:large …such a cutie ;)
Stacie: I don't need no one saying hey, hey, hey, hey
I don't hear no one saying hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
You better keep on walking
I don't wanna hear your talking, boy'd
You better keep on walking
I don't wanna hear your talking, boy'd
Shannon: Your words don't mean a thing
I'm not listening
They're just like water off my wings
All: Mama told me not to waste my life
She said spread your wings my little butterfly (my little butterfly)
Don't let what they say keep you up at night
And they can't detain you
'Cause wings are made to fly-
“Excuse, ‘scuse me, can you stop now- yep you that’s right stop singing.”
I turned my attention to whoever was interrupting the girls.
Rich.
The Sonics, of course.
He was standing up on the counter, microphone in hand.
“Yes, thank you for your compliance, because, uh, you guys are getting re-bombed..”
I have to admit, the look on Beca’s face was priceless- the perfect mix of confusion and rage.
Rich: Dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun
Connor then appeared up beside him who began to beat box, along with a few other members building the beat
And then of course- Rheed appeared.
Rheed: Now I’m in town, break it down, thinking of making a new sound
Playing a different show every night in front of a new crowd
That’s you now, ciao, seems that life is great now
See me lose focus, as I sing to you loud
And I can’t, no, I won’t hush
I’ll say the words that make you blush
I’m gonna sing this now
Will: See, I’m true, my songs are where my heart is
I’m like glue, I stick to other artists
I’m not you, now that would be disastrous
Let me sing and do my thing and move to greener pastures
See, I’m real, I do it all, it’s all me
I’m not fake, don’t ever call me lazy
I won’t stay put, give me the chance to be free
Suffolk sadly seems to sort of suffocate me
Rheed: ‘Cause you need me, man, I don’t need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you at all
You need me, man, I don’t need you
Will: You need me, man, I don’t need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you at all
You need me
Will: Does he write his own tunes? Does he write his own verse?
Hell, don’t need another word-smith to make my tune sell.
Call yourself a singer-writer. You’re just bluffing
Your name’s on the credits and you didn’t write nothing
I sing fast, I know that all my shit’s cool
I will blast and I didn’t go to Brit School
I came fast with the way I act, right
I can’t last if I’m smoking on a crack pipe
Rheed: And I won’t be a product of my genre
My mind will always be stronger than my songs are
Never believe the bullshit that fake guys feed to ya
Always read the stories that you hear on Wikipedia
And musically I’m demonstrating
When I perform live, feels like I am meditating
Times at The Enterprise when some fella filmed me
‘A young singer-writer like Gabriella Cilmi’
Will; ‘Cause you need me, man, I don’t need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you, at all
You need me, man, I don’t need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you, at all
You need me, man, I don’t need you
Rheed: 'Cause with the lyrics I'll be aiming it right,
I won't stop 'til my name's in lights
At stadium heights with Damien Rice, on red carpets, now I'm on Arabian nights
Because I'm young I know my brother's gonna give me advice
Long nighter, short height and I'm going hyper
Never be anything but a singer-songwriter
Yeah, the game's over but now I'm on a new level
Watch how I step on the track without a loop pedal
Will:People think that I'm bound to blow up,
I've done around about a thousand shows
But I haven't got a house plus I live on the couch
So you believe the lyrics when I'm singing them out (wow)
From day one, I've been prepared, with VO5 wax for my ginger hair
So now I'm back to the sofa giving a dose of what the future holds
'Cause it's another day, plus I keep my last name forever, keep this genre pretty basic
Both: Gonna be breaking into other people's tunes when I chase it
And replace it with the elephant in the room with a facelift
Into another rapper's shoes using new laces
I'm selling CD's from my rucksack, aiming for the papers
Selling CD's from my rucksack, aiming for the majors
Nationwide tour with Just Jack, still had to get the bus back
Clean-cut kid without a razor for the moustache
I hit back when the pen hurts me,
I'm still a choir boy in a Fenchurch tee
I'm still the same as a year ago but more people hear me though
According to the MySpace and YouTube videos
I'm always doing shows if I'm not I'm in the studio
Truly broke, never growing up call me Ruffio
Melody music maker, reading all the papers
They say I'm up-and-coming like I'm f***ing in an elevator
You need me, man, I don’t need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you, at all
You need me, man, I don’t need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you, at all
You need me, man, I don’t need you
The Bella’s looked pissed.
The Sonics ecstatic.
Me? Well I was just glad we didn’t get “fully” bombed first.
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sorry guys, I HAD to stop writing I have this terrible tooth ache and need to try and fix it! I can’t concentrate on anything!!!! L