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Mitch's POV
"And next up! Mitchell Hughes!" The announcer spoke up cheerfully. I ducked my head, hoping no one I knew was here. Seto was off flirting with the bars owner, Brice. I was alone in the bar, my drunken angel disheveled. A familiar voice rose above the crowd.
"Isn't that the weird kid from school? The one who has that terrible voice? Into that weird-ass game called Minecraft?" Oh, Jerome's gonna be surprised this song is a MC parody.
" This is my song, a parody of James Young Moondust." I announced. " A Minecraft parody I like to call... Endstone."
----Start song, Lol----
I'm crafting our home
On Endstone
Like a lone
Minecrafter
Staring at you
From afar
In the End
The dragon's den
Still there's nothing
I wouldn't do
Than to trade places
With you
The sound of cannons drum
We scare tributes and run
To carry our love
In the Endstone
We want to bash some skulls
Until our axes dull
Remember our love
In the Endstone
We can't escape
From our Fate
All alone
Without my bro
The nightmares
Of the time
I chopped you
That Deathmatch
Still there's nothing
I wouldn't do
Than to trade places with you
The zombies chase, we run
We're scared, this is not fun
Remember our love
In the Endstone
Prepare for launch
Right now
The dragon knew
But how?
Remember our love
In the Endstone
It's time to get away
And start our new home
And I'm ready to take off
With you
Yea, we're going far away
To the place of Endstone
I'd give my life
To trade places with you
The Enderdragon roars
Spits fire at the door
Remember our love
In the Endstone
Don't want to be alone
Not here without my bro
Remember our love
In the Endstone
Yea...
Remember our love
In the Endstone
Yea...
---End Song---
Everyone was either crying, depressed, or hugging another. I love my parody, very proud, but no one to love and share it with. I left the stage, leaving everyone in tears and dumbfounded.
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