The Tales of Camille Weir

Why So Mean?

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Chapter fourteen ~ Mean

When I had gotten back to school I was asked to talk at the assembly about national and worlds along with Ryan and an idea popped in to my head. I asked if I could sing too. They thankfully said yes.

Ryan and I got alot of attention beacuse of nationals and worlds but I got more 'cuz I got further! Hehe. I am the media darling.

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"Hello students. I hope you have enjoyed the assembly so far. Next we have Ryan Lysacek and Camille Weir talking to us about their time competing and then Camille has a song for us. Come on up boys!",the principal announced.

I sat in te chair as Ryan talked into the microphone about how hard it was and how he was upset that he hadn't medaled. Soon enough it was my turn.

"Hello everyone. I'm glad that I get to talk about my time at nationals and worlds.". I gripped the silver medal around my neck. "I was fortunate enough to medal on my first year as a senior. This is the medal.". I held it up. "And even though I didn't medal at Worlds I plan to get there evtually. But it would be more fun if 'goosy",I said and then looked at him,"Would be there."

A hand went up. "Yes?".

"Why did you call him 'goosy?",the voice asked.

I looked back at Ryan who flushed. I laughed."Our fathers,when they were competing, nic-named each other. Evan nic-named Johnny 'swan' because of his program to 'The Swan' by CamilleSaint-Saëns,he named me after him. Johnny named Evan 'Mongoose' and he has yet to tell me why entirely but I like to refer to him as 'goosy'. Sounds cuter".

The principal nodded. Time to sing.

"I will be singing for you now",I said as I took the wireless mike out of the stand. "I will be singing 'Mean' by Taylor Swift. This is dedicated to an old friend and I know he might not hear this but I hope he does." I looked back at Ryan shock covering his face. The music started and I sang.

"You, with your words like knives

And swords and weapons that you use against me,

You, have knocked me off my feet again,

Got me feeling like I’m nothing.

You, with your voice like nails on a chalkboard

Calling me out when I’m wounded.

You, pickin’ on the weaker man.

Well you can take me down,

With just one single blow.

But you don’t know, what you don’t know,

Someday, I’ll be living in a big old city,

And all you’re ever gonna be is mean.

Someday, I’ll be big enough so you can’t hit me,

And all you’re ever gonna be is mean.

Why you gotta be so mean?

You, with your switching sides,

And your wild fire lies and your humiliation

You, have pointed out my flaws again,

As if I don’t already see them.

I walk with my head down,

Trying to block you out cause I’ll never impress you

I just wanna feel okay again

I bet you got pushed around,

Somebody made you cold,

But the cycle ends right now,

You can’t lead me down that road,

You don’t know, what you don’t know

Someday, I’ll be, living in a big old city,

And all you’re ever gonna be is mean.

Someday, I’ll be big enough so you can’t hit me,

And all you’re ever gonna be is mean.

Why you gotta be so mean?

And I can see you years from now in a bar,

Talking over a football game,

With that same big loud opinion but,

Nobody’s listening,

Washed up and ranting about the same old bitter things,

Drunk and grumbling on about how I can’t sing.

But all you are is mean,

All you are is mean.

And a liar, and pathetic, and alone in life,

And mean, and mean, and mean, and mean

But someday, I’ll be, living in a big old city,

And all you’re ever gonna be is mean. Yeah,

Someday, I’ll be big enough so you can’t hit me,

And all you’re ever gonna be is mean.

Why you gotta be so ?

Someday, I’ll be, living in a big old city,

And all you’re ever gonna be is mean. Yeah,

Someday, I’ll be big enough so you can’t hit me,

And all you’re ever gonna be is mean.

Why you gotta be so mean?".

The room errupted into applause. The gave me a standing ovation. I bowed. It felt weird to be bwoing for somthing that isn't figure skating. Oh well. I looked back at Ryan his eyes were slightly red and a tear dripped down one cheek. I put the microphone back on it stand and walked twords him. He stood.

"Camille",his voice croaked.

I reached a hand out and he took it. I pulled him into a hug. His head rested on mine. We parted and I whispered,"I still love you."

They pulled the curtian shut and he did something I thought he would never do again.

He kissed me.