So here is the chapter we've all been waiting for. The talent show. Americas song is 'for a boy' by Raelynn. in the story she wrote it but it's actually my her. Maxon is not as musically talented as America so in the story he did not write his song, but he did sing one. His song is 'classic' by MKTO. There song they write together will be next chapter. Enjoy!
"Are you ready for today?" I asked. Maxon shook his head. We were sitting in my room at the moment. We had just been sent the schedule for the talent show. We desperately wanted to know when everything was going to be. It was a welcome distraction because I was actually really nervous.
I greedily scrolled my eyes over the list. "I'm performing at.......2' o clock. And we are performing......last. Our performance is the last one. If that doesn't increase your nerves I'm not sure what will."
"When's my performance?" Maxon asked.
"Your doing a solo performance?" I asked in surprise.
He nodded sheepishly. "It was a dare from a friend."
"Oh......," I laughed. "Maxon Schreave at 1:30. I'll be there."
"Thanks. I could use your support," he chuckled.
"Shall we practice one last time. I have to get ready soon. The show starts in an hour, but I can schedule some practice time somewhere in there." I said jokingly.
He laughed. "I'm glad that I'm important enough for you to clear your schedule."
I sat at the piano. "Well you are my prince," I teased. "You have it all memorized?"
He nodded and I began to play. We had gotten much better over the past couple of weeks. He was better at singing and o was better at singing with him. I'm more of a soloist. Singing duets isn't my thing, but Maxon's a good partner. So we made it work.
I played the last couple of notes and squealed. "That was great!" I chirped and hugged him.
He laughed. "It was," he agreed.
"Okay now get out," I shooed him away. "I have to get ready. I'll see you at the show. Save me a seat."
He nodded and left.
I ran into my closet. I was about to perform in front of the whole school, the French and Illean royal family, my family, whichever other province royal family's came, and Maxon! What do you wear for such a big day
It has to be elegant as to show I am much more then a five, but compliment my eyes and hair. So definitely blue. Baby blue. And it can't be a long dress or I'll trip. And do I wear heels and ballet flats. Ugh!
I spotted in the very end of my closet a dress that was timeless and elegant. I put it on and walked to the mirror. The silver sparkly bodice complimented the bracelet Maxon gave me. I twirled around. The twirling blue fabric of the skirts complimented my eyes. Celestes words not mine.
I slipped on glittery heels that matched the top of my dress. I don't want to go into to luv detail on my attire because you guys honestly don't care. So I'll just tell you I fixed my hair and headed off to the showcase.
~oOo~
I slid into a seat next to Maxon after Picking up May. May sat next to me. She was pouting. Apparently Viveca and her little group of friends were performing a dance number and she was jealous. Understandable. I would be too, but she doesn't go to school hear. She refused and she's Mommys little baby so my mom obliged.
"What's wrong with May?" Maxon asked.
The lights turned on and the announcer, or Jarvis Teneess dressed in a fancy tux, announced the first act. Viveca, Prim, Noelle, and Avery performing a dance number to girls just wanna have fun.
"That's what's wrong," I said pointing to the cute little 12-14 year olds. I don't quite know there ages. They were all pretty close though.
He nodded in understanding.
The show went on and soon Maxon had to leave. I waved to him and wished him good luck. He smiled at me and left.
~oOo~ Maxons pov
I went back stage quickly and was met by a stressed out teacher pulling her hair out. Miss Delilah i believe. A very involved southern teacher.
She turned to me with relief. "There you are, your majesty. Angelica Haves just chickened out. Your going on now. Hurry."
Miss Delilah shoved a microphone into my hand and pushed me on stage. "Good lunch your majesty!"
I crowd immediately went wild. I smiled what America likes to call ''my dazzle smile". She claims it's the reason the girls love me. I spotted America. She waved enthusiastically and I winked carelessly.
~oOo~ Americas pov
Maxon walked on stage and I had to restrain myself squealing like his little groupies in the front row. They were all squealing and screaming his name. Sine with big signs others with shirts with his face. I honestly thought this only happened in movies, but I was wrong.
His eyes scanned the crowd and I waved enthusiastically. He winked and tested the microphone. "This thing working?" He asked. The screams got louder. He signaled for the music to start and instantly recognized the song. Classic by MKTO. Apparently the grouped have ears to because they squeaked even louder(if that's even possible) before calming down and listening to him sing.
(Here is the song maxons singing. Just click it and exit and the song will still play while you read)
"Oooooh girl your shining!" He sang pointing to the groupies. "Like a fifth avenue diamond."
His voice was like silk and velvet. Soft and smooth and it sang effortlessly. Sort of like songs that are actually written by the artist he sang with a point. Like he was actually singing right to this 'classic' girl. It gave me the feels as I listened.
"Your over my head. I'm out of my head. Thinking I was born. In the wrong time," he sang. Sometimes he did seem like that. Like he was meant to be an adult because of all his responsibilities.
He finished the song with a final ,"baby your so classic."
The screaming started and I had to cover my ears. It didn't really work.
"America! He was so amazing!" May yelled in my ear.
I nodded along and looked at my phone. Shoot. I have to go backstage. There was only a couple songs till I went on. I rushed to the backstage of the theater and searched for Maxon. I wanted to congratulate him on a good show. I couldn't find him though. What I really wanted to do was ask who he was singing to. Probably Daphne. I used to think it was impressive to put 'speaks French' on an application, but now, not so much.
Where was he? He was just on stage. Some other girl was now on. He should be back stage. A teacher cane up to me. She looked like she would much rather be pulling out her hair than dealing with children. It was Miss Delilah. She was a single, southern, mother of 4, who was really involved in the school.
"Lady America!" She yelled. "Oh thank the lord. Everyone is dropping out suddenly because of nerves. I need you to go on. Now! Your guitar is over there. A stools right here. How go save this show. Big smiles. Go!"
I grabbed the stool and my guitar case. I walked out on stage to average cheering. Nothing like maxons. I noticed him siting in the audience. He gave me a thumbs up and I smiled.
I quickly set the stool down and adjusted the microphone stand to my height. I opened up my guitar case and the cheering increased in sound.
I strummed testingly. Okay. Let's go. Just think about Maxon and sing
And that's what I did.
~oOo~ Maxons pov
She sat down on the stool and strummed testingly. She noticeably took a deep breath before neiginning the first notes.
(Same as earlier)
Her voice rang through the theater and my jaw dropped. I knew her voice was beautiful. She's sang with me countless times lately. But by herself America could take over the world. Her voice was truly beautiful. It was so smooth and sure.
But then another emotion took over besides awe. Jealously. She was writing about a guy. And it....it......it seemed like she loved him. No. no. No. she couldn't. Was it Aspen? Not okay with me maybe I could get him fired......
"For a girl. I'm pretty cool, calm, and collected," she sang. How true.
"Come on get it out boy. How I'm the only thing you're thinking about lately" also true. This is all so very true.
She sang the very last word and I stood up and cheered. I Could of swore i heard May say 'he's so likes her' but i must of been mistaken. Am I that obvious.
~oOo~ Apov
I walked off the stage and put my guitar away safely. I was so exhilarated. Singing was great. I don't even know why I was nervous. When I finished putting my guitar away I came face to face with Maxon.
"You did great!" I congratulated him.
"America you were amazing!" He praised. I blushed and looked down. I had to ask.
"Who was yours about?" We Both asked at the sane time. I looked down at my shoes and noticed him doing the same. Why did he do that.
'Come on America' a little voice in the back of my mind whispers. 'Just tell him' But what if he didn't like me like that.
'He did kiss you like Twice and take you on a date'
"You," Maxon said. I looked up.
"What?"
"I was singing to you. I like you. I mean 'like' like," he admitted.
My head soared. "So was mine. I write my song about you."
"Really?" He asked.
I nodded and looked up at him. He leaned forward and so did I. Our lips let.