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Y/n's POV:
"Alright everyone, give a warm welcome to our next act, a girl we all know and love, y/n!" Principle Lee announced.
The call of my name sent me into a state of happiness, I held my guitar close to me as I walked out on stage, hearing the cheers from the whole auditorium. I let a small chuckle out and took a sit on the stool in front of the microphone.
"Hi guys, so if you know me you know my favorite band is Prettymuch. I'm going to be singing one of their songs today, 'Sorry'. Enjoy!" I smiled one last time before starting the tune of the song and singing to it.
Feels like we've had enough
But not enough to leave behind
Troubles we tied it up
We'll keep 'em coming for the right time
Can't find the 'u' in 'us'
Because I lose it every time
Magic will turn to dust
If we don't ever find the right time
Baby, you right and I know it
Let me step back for a moment
Hold me and all of my broken
Don't let me go 'cause I'm falling
Baby, I'm trying to prove it
Can't say these words if it's useless
I know you're searching for something new
But baby, I'm still loving you
Just as I was about to start singing again, voices from behind me joined in, I gave it no notice because whoever they were, had very beautiful voices so I went along and kept singing.
I'm tryna tell you I'm sorry (I'm sorry)
I'm tryna tell you I'm sorry
I know you're overwhelmed
Because my heart still needs a home
Can't stay at the motel, no
If I'm sleeping on my own
Baby, I'm trying, to be the fix you wanna find
Baby, I'm trying to be what you need, oh woah
Baby, you're right and I know it
Let me step back for a moment
Hold me and all of my broken
Don't let me go 'cause I'm falling (Falling, no)
Baby, I'm trying to prove it
Can't say these words if it's useless
I know you're searching for something new
But baby, I'm still loving you
I'm tryna tell you I'm sorry (Sorry)
I'm tryna tell you that I'm sorry
I'm tryna tell you that I'm sorry, yeah
(Baby, I'm sorry)
(Oh-oh) Love when we talk, but I hate when we fight
Hold me accountable, I'll hold you tight
People say what they see all the time
But we know we're worth more than what meets the eye
Love when we talk, but I hate when we fight
Hold me accountable, I'll hold you tight
People say what they see all the time
Baby, you right and I know it
Let me step back for a moment
Hold me and all of my broken (Oh)
Don't let me go 'cause I'm falling ('Cause I'm falling)
Baby I'm trying to prove it (Prove)
Can't say these words if it's useless (Oh-oh)
I know you're searching for something new
But baby, I'm still loving you (I'm still loving you)
I'm tryna tell you I'm sorry (Tryna tell, tryna tell)
I'm tryna tell you that I'm sorry
I'm tryna tell you that I'm sorry, yeah
I finished that last line, smiled, sat my guitar down on the stool, stood, and bowed. Listening to everyone cheer, I turned to see who I was singing with and let me say when I turned around, I started sobbing.
Brandon, Nick, Edwin, Zion, and Austin all stood behind me, microphones in hand with huge smiles on their faces.
"Suprise y/n!" They all shouted causing everyone to cheer more.
I ran to them, well to Nick actually and the others joined the hug. Let me tell you, they smell amazing. I stepped back, giving then each an individual hug.
"I can't believe you're here, how?!"
"Your mom and Principal Lee set it up," Edwin said.
I looked over to my mom, blowing her a kiss and mouthing thank you.
"Do you want us to sign your guitar? We can." Brandon said.
"Of course." I smiled, grabbed it, and handed it to the boys, watching as they signed it.
I thanked them, got an individual picture with each of them backstage as the next kid performed. Then I got a group picture with them all. Nick let me get on his back, it was seriously the sweetest thing ever.
I watched as they all made their way back to their car, the driver waiting for them but Nick ran back-up to me, handed me a piece of paper, and kissed my cheek before he ran off to the car.
They all left, waving goodbye one last time.
After they left, I opened the paper, seeing a few things written on it.
***-***-**** NM
***-***-**** ZK
***-***-*** BA
***-***-****EH
***-***-****AP
These are our numbers, we really hope to hear from you again, especially me.
-Nick :)
I tucked the paper into my back pocket, smiling like crazy. I really have Prettymuch's numbers!
Wc/848
xoxo- Jozlyn:)