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  "What to wear, what to wear," I mumbled to myself, picking over my closet. I was going to perform a concert tonight with the rest of (band name) and I had to have the perfect outfit. Finally, I decided on a tight fitting (color) v-neck t-shirt, a black leather, cut-off vest, and black skin jeans. I also grabbed my (color) Vans and my black and white checkered suspenders. I hummed my new song to myself and ran over the lyrics in my head as I pulled my hair up into a purposely messy bun and clipped my suspenders to my jeans, letting them hang down around my legs. Doing a once-over in the mirror, I nodded my head, satisfied with my look.

  Honk honk I heard the van from outside. Just in time. I grabbed my phone and headed out into the hallway of my apartment, hoping I wouldn't run into Alfred on my way out. Just as I was opening the door;

  "Where are you going?" a certain American boyfriend of mine asked. I freeze and turn to face him.

  "Out," I say, crossing my arms. I look him over, wearing his American flag t-shirt and grey jeans with a couple of chains hanging off the side, "Where are you going?"

  "Out," he said back, walking past me to the door, pulling it open, "After you." He sounded like he was mocking me.

  "Thank you," I bite back, brushing past him and getting in the van with my friends.

  "Woah, (Name). You look mad," my guy friend (guy friend irl) said, "Is everything okay?" (Guy friend 1) played bass and was the prankster of the band. He was always trying to keep everyone happy and got everyone in the audience Piggeh pumped for the concert.

  "Yeah, everything's fine," I said.

  "What happened?" my other friend Mady (A/N: HEYDASME!!! 8D) asked. Mady was the serious one out of the group. She always tried to get things done on time. Of course, if you got her hyper, she wouldn't calm down for a while and would be practically bouncing off the walls for hours. She doesn't get along that well (guy friend 1). .Kind of like my other friends Matthias and Lukas (Denmark and Norway) except they're not totally and completely in love. She plays the drums. (A/N: True story, bro. First chair, too. ^w^)

  "It was just Alfred again," I sigh. We seemed to be growing apart, recently, always trying to get on each other's nerves.

  "Are you sure you want to stay with him, (Name)?" my friend (guy friend 2 irl) said from the front of the van. I smiled. (Guy friend 2) was always trying to watch out for me. He was like my older brother. He was all of our older brothers. He was always calm and collected, the glue that stuck us together. He was the guitarist and keyboardist of the band.

  "I'm sure," I said, "Don't worry about me, guys. We have a show tonight." This elicited three whoops and a cranking of the radio as we sped off to the club.

~~~~

  It was finally time to perform my new song. I was standing on the stage getting ready, preparing all the instruments for my mini concert. I know, I know. It's not an ideal location, but it was the best I could get. Everything was perfect and I called my band to their instruments. I sent a look over to the DJ and he cut the music. Most of the people protested until the DJ grabbed the mike to say something.

  "Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, party animals and designated drivers, I now present to you, (BAND NAME)!!!" And the crowd goes wild, screaming at the tops of their lungs. It might just be the alcohol they had been drinking, but it still brought that wonderful feeling to my chest. The four of us raised our hands up in the air and I passed the mike to (guy friend 1).

  "Good evening everybody!!" he shouted into the mike, getting an enormous amount of feedback from the audience, "How's everyone doing this lovely, lovely night? Good? Well it's about to get even better!!!" With that, he handed the mike back to me and picked up his bass.

I grab the cordless mike and scream into it, "Are you guys ready to rock?!"

  "YEAH!" screams the audience, raising their hands into the air.

  "Well then let's... ROCK!!!!"

  The song started with a burst of drums from Mady and a series of strums from (Guy friend 2), then the whole band starts playing. My mind floats back to the time when I was writing the song.

~~LE FLASHBACK NUMERO UNO~~

  A few times I been around that track so it's not just gonna happen like that! Cuz I ain't no Hollaback girl! I ain't no Hollaback girl! my phone sang. Just by the ringtone, I could tell it was my Hungarian friend Elizabeta. I debated with myself whether or not to answer it, seeing as I was busy trying to write a song. Finally, I picked it up, because it might be an emergency.

  "Hello-hoooo~" I sang into my phone.

  "Hey, (Nickname)," Elizabeta said.

  "Hey. What's up, Lizzy?" I asked, scribbling over some not-so-good lyrics. Damn. The words just won't come. The tune is perfect it's just... ugh.

  "It's Gilbert. He's been getting on my nerves lately," Eliza said.

  "Do you want to talk about it?"

  "Of course. Why else would I call you?" I laugh.

  "Well then. Let the story begin."

  "Well..."

  She's going out to forget they were together
  All that time he was taking her for granted
  She wants to see if there's more
  Than he gave she's looking for

  "You know how Gil's been coming over to my house and mooching off of me lately?"

  "Yeah."

  "Well one day, I got sick of it, so I headed out to the club to try and forget about him." Something in my mind sparks and I start scribbling this story down on the paper in front of me.

  "Go on."

  "So I'm there, and I'm having a good time and he calls me. Of course, I answer thinking the house is on fire or something, and he starts blowing up in my face about me going out alone."

  He calls her up
  He's trippin' on the phone now
  He doesn't want her out there
  And alone now

  He knows she's movin' it
  Knows she's using it
  Now he's losing it, she don't care

  "Of course, I didn't care, and in the middle of his rant, I hung up on him and turned off my phone. Best. Night. Of. My. Life. I even met a nice man named Roderich," Eliza finished, and I had written the whole story down.

  "So are things better now?" I asked her.

  "No. I broke it off with him the next day," she replied, "But I have Roddy, so it's okay." I could practically hear her smile at the end.

  "Alright. That's good to hear. I have to go now, but if this Roderich guy is treating you badly, call me and I'll bash his skull in, kay?" Eliza laughs, light and happy.

  "I'll be sure to do that, (Nickname)," she said, "I'll talk to you later."

  "Bye!"


~~END OF LE FLASHBACK~~

  I smiled as I thought about Liz and Gil. They were always getting on each other's nerves. I always wondered how they managed to stay together for as long as they did. Of course, once I found out that Gil had been dumped, I was worried since he was my friend, too, but he seemed pretty relieved about it. So everything turned out fine and dandy.

  Everybody put up your hands
  Say I don't wanna be in love
  I don't wanna be in love

  Feel the beat now
  If you've got nothing left
  Say I don't wanna be in love
  I don't wanna be in love

  By now, we had most of the audience singing along with the chorus and dancing to the music

  Back it up now
  You've got a reason to live
  Say I don't wanna be in love
  I don't wanna be in love

  Feelin' good now
  Don't be afraid to get down
  Say I don't wanna be in love
  I don't wanna be in love

  With the next verse came yet another memory, this one with a certain Spaniard and his ex-girlfriend.

~~LE FLASHBACK NUMERO DOS~~

  I'm on tonight, you know my hips don't lie and I'm starting to feel it's right. All the attraction, the tension, don't you see baby; this is perfection. I was laying on my bed, listening to music, when my phone rang. It was about four days since Liz called me, and from the ringtone, I guessed it was Antonio this time.

  "Hellooooooo~?" I said, taking my earbuds out.

  "Hola, chica," a certain Spaniard said through the phone line, "Can we talk?" I laughed.

  "Aren't we talking right now?" I tease. Silence on the other end.

  "I mean in person. Can you meet me in the park?" Tony asked. I started getting worried. This wasn't the usual cheerful man Spaniard that I knew.

  "Sure, Tony," I said, my eyebrows knitting together in worry, "Is something wrong?"

  "No it's just- ... meet me at the usual bench, sí, chica?"

  "Sure. See you there, Tony."

  I got up off my bed and grabbed my jacket on the way out of my apartment and headed towards Tony and I's bench. I had known Antonio since elementary and we were basically best friends. Whenever we were upset, we would meet at a certain bench in the park and talk to the other person. I walked towards our bench and saw that Tony was already there.

  "Hey, Tony. What's wrong?" I asked, sitting down next to him.

  "It's Bella. She's..." he hesitated a bit before continuing, "I saw her cheating on me."

  He was always giving her attention
  Looking hard to find the things she mentioned
  He was dedicated but most suckers hate it
  That girl was fine but she didn't appreciate him

  She calls him up
  She's trippin' on the phone now
  He had to get up
  And he ain't comin' home now

  He's tryin' to forget her
  That's how we come with him
  When he first met her
  When they first got together


  "Are you kidding me?" I shouted, "What the heck, man? Why would she do that? You give her 100% of your attention 100% of the time!"

  "I don't know what I'm going to do," he said. He looked depressed.

  "You know what you need to do?" I said, getting up off the bench, "You need to get out of this slump, get out, and go party with your friends!" I grabbed his arm and pulled him off the bench.

  "Yeah," he said, "Yeah! YEAH! Thanks, (Name). You always know how to make me feel better." With that, he ran off into the park.

  "Hey Tony," I shouted at him, "Your house is that way!" I pointed the exact opposite way he ran and smiled when he came jogging back.

  "I knew that, chica!" he said, waving me off. I shook my head and laughed at his stupidity. Typical Tony.

  "See you later, Tony."

~~LE END OF FLASHBACK NUMERO DOS~~



  Everybody put up your hands
  Say I don't wanna be in love

  Now, the chorus sounded like a roar of different voices, but every single one said the same thing;

  I don't wanna be in love

  It was just too complicated sometimes. You just need to step away, once in a while, and let go of everything. Just enjoy the music, and let your body move to the beat.

  Feel the beat now
  If you got nothing left
  Say I don't wanna be in love
  I don't wanna be in love

  At this point, I turned my back to the audience and started to fall back, knowing they would catch me. I crowd surfed around until I almost got to the bridge, singing the whole time I was away from the stage.

  Back it up now
  You got a reason to live
  Say I don't wanna be in love
  I don't wanna be in love

  By now, I was sweating up a storm, but I didn't care. I kept singing and singing. The bass drum vibrating through my bones, shaking me to the core. And I loved it. This is where I wanted to be.

  Feelin' good now
  Don't be afraid to get down
  Say I don't wanna be in love
  I don't wanna be in love

  Once I landed back on stage, I started spinning around, showing off my horrible dance moves and just generally having a good time, when I stop for the bridge.

  To the beat, to the beat, to the beat
  You got nothing to lose
  Don't be afraid to get down

  Suddenly, everything's in slow motion when I see Alfred standing in the crowd. He was staring at me with his wide blue eyes, shocked. I guess he never knew how much I loved performing until now. I stopped my crazy dancing and stood stock still. I decided to change the next few lyrics to fit the situation better.

  We break up; it's something that we do now
  Everyone has got to do it sometime

  I sang the new words straight to Alfred, giving him a message that only he would know who it's for. I could feel the weird looks my band mates were giving me from behind my back, but they kept playing the tune from the original version while I made up the next words.

  It's okay, let it go
  Get out there and find someone

  Despite being in the middle of a performance, I felt a tear roll down my cheek as I smiled sadly at Alfred. I realized that I loved him, not just liked. I wanted him to be happy, and if that meant leaving me, so be it.

  It's too late to be trippin' on the phone here
  Get off the wire, know everything is good here
  Stop what you're doin', you don't wanna ruin
  The chance that you got to find a new one

  After the bridge, everything returned to its normal speed and the over-excited, alcohol-fueled, untamed crowd swallowed him up. I searched for him as best as I could while still singing.

  Everybody put up your hands
  Say I don't wanna be in love
  I don't wanna be in love

  Feel the beat now
  If you got nothing left
  Say I don't wanna be in love
  I don't wanna be in love

  After a while, I gave up and decided I'd find him after the performance. "I'll just loose myself in the music for now," I thought.

  Back it up now
  You got a reason to live
  Say I don't wanna be in love
  I don't wanna be in love

  Feelin' good now
  Don't be afraid to get down
  Say I don't wanna be in love
  I don't wanna be in love

  No, no
  Now you know what to do
  So come on, feeling good.

  We finished the song with a powerful strum from (Guy friend 2) and an enormous amount of screaming from the crowd.

  "Thank you!" I shouted into the mike, "You guys were an awesome audience! Good night, (town)!!!" And with that, we exited the stage and went to take a break in the back. Walking into the side wings, I saw Alfred standing there.

  "Um, hey," I said, nervously, "Did you... like the show?" Alfred shook his head and I could feel my face fall.

  "Are you kidding me?" he said, "Like it? That was amazing, (Name)! Really!" I grinned and threw myself at him, hugging his chest.

  "Thanks, Alfie," I said, looking up at him, "I... I love you, you know that?"

  "Course I do, hun. Because I love you, too! And the Hero is always loved back by the one he loves!" cue his "Hero Laugh". I roll my eyes at him.

  "Yeah, yeah," I say. We walk away, out the back door and towards our car.

  "Hey, (Name)," Mady called, catching up with Alfred and I. She was closely followed by (Guy friend 1) and (Guy friend 2).

  "Oh, hey guys," I said, "I had almost forgotten about the band, until now at least.

  "Hey, what was up with the change in the lyrics back there?" Mady questioned.

  "It was...nothing. Just a gut feeling," I said, smiling up at Alfred.

  "You going home with Al?" (Guy friend 1) asked. Alfred and him were pretty good friends.

  "Yeah. You guys go ahead. I'll see you later," I said, starting to leave, hand in hand with Alfred.

  "Hey, (Name). Wait," (Guy friend 2) said, pulling me aside. Alfred gave me a look, but I smiled reassuringly at him, letting him know I was fine.

  "Are you sure you're going to be okay with him, (Name)?" he asked me. I smile at him and nod.

  "Yeah, I'm sure. I have a feeling that we'll be fine from now on," I say, looking back at Alfred.

  "Okay. If you're sure," (Guy friend 2) says, "But if he breaks your heart, I'll break his face, clear?" I laugh.

  "Whatever you say, (Guy friend 2). I'll see you later. By guys!" I say and wave at them as I leave with Alfred.

  "I love you, (Name)," he says, pulling me in for a kiss outside of his truck.

  "I love you, too," I said.