Peace and Pain

Chapter Twenty Three: Black is The New White

I walked to the diner and when I went in I saw that the stage was ready. I smiled. I walked up the stage and was more nervous than I thought. I stood there nervous, and I started to sing 100 Bad Days. "Remember when we all got drunk? I ended up with two broke thumbs. Oh my God, I felt so dumb, lucky me. I wrote a song that no one knows. I played a show and no one showed. Oh my God, I felt so alone, lucky me. When all is going wrong and you're scared as hell. What you gonna do? Who you gonna tell?. Maybe a hundred bad days made a hundred good stories. A hundred good stories make me interesting at parties. A hundred bad days made a hundred good stories. A hundred good stories make me interesting at parties. Yeah, no, I ain't scared of you, no, I ain't scared of you no more. La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da, da, da.La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da, da, da. No, I ain't scared of you, no, I ain't scared of you no more. Remember when she broke my heart? Waitin' for the waiter to return my card? Right as I let down my guard, lucky me. We had to work a bit more hard. Only just to get a little bit less far. We could laugh about it all tomorrow, couldn't we? When all is going wrong and you're scared as hell. What you gonna do? Who you gonna tell? Maybe a hundred bad days made a hundred good stories. A hundred good stories make me interesting at parties. A hundred bad days made a hundred good stories. A hundred good stories make me interesting at parties. Yeah, no, I ain't scared of you, no, I ain't scared of you no more. La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da, da, da. La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da, da, da. No, I ain't scared of you, no, I ain't scared of you no more. Do your thing it goes like this. No, I ain't scared of you, no, I ain't scared of you. A hundred bad days made a hundred good stories. A hundred good stories make me interesting at parties. Yeah, no, I ain't scared of you. No, I ain't scared of you. A hundred bad days made a hundred good stories. A hundred good stories make me interesting at parties. Yeah, no, I ain't scared of you. No, I ain't scared of you no more." I finished singing, and I was happy. I heard multiple cookies singing with me. I saw the group and they were shocked. I smiled and sung it again. "No, I ain't scared of you, no, I ain't scared of you. A hundred bad days made a hundred good stories. A hundred good stories make me interesting at parties. Yeah, no, I ain't scared of you. No, I ain't scared of you. A hundred bad days made a hundred good stories. A hundred good stories make me interesting at parties. Yeah, no, I ain't scared of you. No, I ain't scared of you no more." I finished once again.  This time the group walked up and the questioned they asked surprised me. "So, our band meant nothing to you?" I was angry. I wrote the songs. I taught them how to play the song. "It used to, but now I see it was a wast of time. I taught you everything about music and your acting like you wrote the songs when I did." I said fiercely. They didn't have a comeback, but Pure Vanilla had something to say. "Lily this isn't you. I know the real you. Your kind,calm and peaceful." "All flowers have two petals." "Your White Lily." I knew he played his final card. "Black is the new white." I said with a smirk.