Magenta
"Alright, settle down." My music teacher raises his voice to be heard. "Once everyone is quiet we'll begin presenting."
The call slowly quietens down and I find myself wishing they hadn't. Our project was to write a song and perform it to the class. Jackie and I obviously paired up.
"Good. Now, who wants to go first?" As expected no one raises their hand. "I guess we'll be drawing names then." Mr Cate sighs.
The typically jolly teacher writes everyone's name down on seperate pieces of paper and tosses them in a box. "Let's see who gets to go first." His hand dives into the box and pulls out a small slip of paper. "Jordan."
The short boy with a side fringe groans as his friend laughs at him. Jordan and his partner, Penny, walk to the front of the room and while Jordan takes a guitar Penny sits behind the piano.
"When you're ready."
The two start off with a soft melody which is soon joined by the powerful vocals of their voices mixed together. Their song ends and is rewarded with a loud applause. Mr Cate hand picks out another slip of paper and he smiles as he reads the name.
"Jackie."
I slide down in my seat when I realise that includes me.
"Up you get Magenta." He motions for me to get to the front of the classroom. I glance nervously at Jackie and she nods encouragingly. Hesitantly standing up, I make my way to the front of the room.
"Cool, so what do you girls have for me?"
"We wrote a song, its called DNA." I say.
Mr Cate writes something down on his sheet of paper and nods for us to start. We both grab a guitar and start to strum the strings, sitting g down on stools.
"Does he tell you he loves you when you least expect it?
Does he flutter your heart when he kisses your neck?
No scientist or biology
It's obvious when he's holding me
It's only natural that I'm so affected, oh, oh, oh" I put my full energy into the song as I try to use emotions in my voice as I sing - something Mr Cate said would boost our grade.
"And my heart won't beat again
If I can't feel him in my veins
No need to question, I already know" Jackie smiles at me as her voice fills the room.
"It's in his DNA
D-D-D-DNA
It's in his DNA
And he just takes my breath away
B-b-b-breath away
I feel it every day,
And that's what makes a man
Not hard to understand
Perfect in every way
I see it in his face
Nothing more to say
It's in his D-D-D-DNA" Our voices blend together in harmony.
"It's the blue in his eyes that help me see the future.
Fingerprints that leave me covered for days, yeah, hey, yeah
Now I don't have any first degree
But I know, what he does to me
No need to work it out, it's so familiar, oh, oh, oh" I shut my eyes and continue to strum the familiar chords on the guitar sitting on my leg.
"And my heart won't beat again
If I can't feel him in my veins
No need to question, I already know" I've always loved Jackie's voice. I've always thought of it as an angel's voice.
"It's in his DNA
D-D-D-DNA
It's in his DNA
And he just takes my breath away
B-b-b-breath away
I feel it every day,
And that's what makes a man
Not hard to understand
Perfect in every way
I see it in his face
Nothing more to say
It's in his D-D-D-DNA" We pour out hearts into the chorus.
"It's all about his kiss
Contaminates my lips
Our energy connects
It's simple genetics
I'm the X to his Y
It's the colour of his eyes
He can do no wrong
No, he don't need to try
Made from the best
He passes all the tests
Got my heart beating fast
It's cardiac arrest
He's from a different strain
That science can't explain
I guess that's how he's made
In his d-d-d-DNA" I glance at Jackie as she sings and a smile tugs on my face.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh woah woah woah woah
It's in his DNA
D-D-D-DNA
It's in his DNA
And he just takes my breath away
B-b-b-breath away
I feel it every day,
And that's what makes a man (what makes a man)
Not hard to understand (to understand)
Perfect in every way (in every way)
I see it in his face (in his face)
Nothing more to say (nothing more to say)
It's in his D-D-D-DNA" We finish the song and everyone claps. We bow playfully and walk back to our seats after placing the guitars back on their stands.
"Good job girls. Next up is...Connor and co." Everyone laughs for some reason and I shrug at Jackie. I don't get how it's funny.
The four boys, famous in our school for their band, run up to the front of the classroom and take place behind their instruments. Tristan gets comfortable on his cajon, Connor pulls the strap of his own bass guitar over his shoulders and adjusts one of the strings. James pulls his guitar strap over his shoulder and Brad stands at the front behind a microphone stand.
Tristan hits his drumsticks together before they all play their instruments and soon Brad's voice fills the room.
"Dear diary
Want to make a new entry
Oh you wouldn't believe me
What began today
Well she called me
Oh that girl from the party
And I thought she should be on TV
When I first saw her face"
She said alright
What are you doing 'til daylight
So I chanced it
I said dancing with you!" I can't help but watch in awe as I watch them perform. They really were good no matter how hard I tried to deny it.
"She got legs like Beyoncé
Give me the eye like Rihanna
I wanna put her on camera
'Cause she drives me crazy, crazy, crazy
Don't need no gameshow
Or a Hollywood movie, pop video
'Cause as long as she's next to me
I got all the girls on TV
I got all the girls on TV
I got all the girls on TV" And as bard as it was to say, Brad really was an amazing singer. And he really knew how to work a stage.
"Dear diary
We finished dinner early
And the way that she kissed me
Sent us on our way
And she danced like
A professional all night
And the stars were her spotlight
The city became her stage
And I said so
Can I buy a ticket to your show?
She said front row
If I go home with you!" I can't help but wonder who the song was written about. Most songs are written from experience and from what I know, all the boys are single. I think.
"She got legs like Beyoncé
Give me the eye like Rihanna
And I wanna put her on camera
'Cause she drives me crazy, crazy, crazy
Don't need no gameshow
Or a Hollywood movie, pop video
'Cause as long as she's next to me
I got all the girls on TV
I got all the girls on TV
I got all the girls on TV" Brad's eyes lock with m eyes and he winks, a smirk growing on his face.
"Like a star on a silver screen
Oh I'm punching above my weight,
We're from different sides of the street.
And I know, I know, I know
Still a little mysterious
Why she taking me seriously?
Dear diary
I want to make a new entry
Oh you wouldn't believe me
What began today
She got legs like Beyoncé
Give me the eye like Rihanna
And I wanna put her on camera
'Cause she drives me crazy, crazy, crazy
Don't need no gameshow
Or a Hollywood movie, pop video
'Cause as long as she's next to me
I got all the girls on TV
I got all the girls on TV
I got all the girls on TV
Oh, na, na, na, na
Oh, na, na, na, na
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Oh, na, na, na, na
Oh, na, na, na, na
(And I know, I know, I know)
Oh, na, na, na, na
(Still a little bit mysterious)
Oh, na, na, na, na
(Why's she taking me seriously?)
Oh, na, na, na, na
I got all the girls on TV"
Everyone claps and a few girls hush over the boy band, slightly lowering their shirts. Tristan sits back down behind me and I turn around to face him.
"Not half bad." I say before turning back to the front of the room.