Two Against One (EDITING)

(Let's forget)

April's POV:

OUTFIT AND HAIRSTYLE: Silver and gold studded blank tank top. Bronze skirt above knees. Laced black tights. Black woolly gold studded jumper. Black combat boots. Straightened hair.

"Woaahhhh you look electrifying" Hailey said looking at me.

"Well what can I say? Today's our lead performance anyway" I said. Yes we all entered the school's band thing contest.

And we are all first going to be doing a band performance and then a solo. I have horrible stage fright if I'm on my own.

But hopefully all goes down well.

"Well we got ten minutes before we go on" Zendaya said. I started shaking now. Oh my god I'm so nervous.

The whole school is going to be watching us. Students. Teachers. Mr.Benson and Cameron. God I feel so scared

"Guy's I'm so scared" Fiona turned around and slapped me on the cheek. My eyes widened as I put my hand on my cheek.

"Ow! What was that for?" She slapped me on my other cheek and shacked me by the shoulders.

"Snap out of it women!" She said. I took a deep breath and the other band walked past us. Oh god we are next.

"Next up is Night star" Fiona went first then Zendaya, Selena, Hailey and me. I looked through the crowd and saw Cameron waving at me.

I gave him a small smile and waved back. I and Zendaya took our places in the front. And the beat of the song started.

I threw a wish in the well,

Don't ask me, I'll never tell

I looked to you as it fell,

And now you're in my way

I'd trade my soul for a wish,

Pennies and dimes for a kiss

I wasn't looking for this,

But now you're in my way

Your stare was holdin',

Ripped jeans, skin was showin'

Hot night, wind was blowin'

Where do you think you're going, baby?

Hey, I just met you,

And this is crazy,

But here's my number,

So call me, maybe!

It's hard to look right

At you baby,

But here's my number,

So call me, maybe!

Hey, I just met you,

And this is crazy,

But here's my number,

So call me, maybe!

And all the other boys,

Try to chase me,

But here's my number,

So call me, maybe!

You took your time with the call,

I took no time with the fall

You gave me nothing at all,

But still, you're in my way

I beg, and borrow and steal

Have foresight and it's real