3rd Person POV
Now, at Brianna's house, people were coming in including Angelina and the rest of the people from the movie theater.
Angelina sat on the couch crossing her legs and Brendan sat down next to her before Dave could. She looks up at Dave as he rolled his eyes and sat crisscrossed on the floor behind the coffee table.
Angelina sighs to herself and Brianna came up to her holding a guitar, "Hey, Angelina. I was hoping maybe you would like to sing for us."
"Yeah, let's hear it." Jane motivated sitting next to Dave. She already had her bag next to her.
Angelina nods her head and held onto the guitar in her hand. "What song?"
"Sweater Weather." Dave said and the people in the room looked at him
Jane's eyebrows furrowed looking at him, "You heard her sing before?"
"Umm." Dave said looking back at Angelina. Angelina responded, "He knows it's my favorite song."
"Really?" Brianna asked and Angelina replied, "Yeah, 'Sweater Weather', is the last song I performed at LaGuardia before I left."
"Okay, give it up for Angelina Carver, everybody!" Brianna called out as people started to gather around
Angelina smiles and clears her throat. She licks her lips and looked down at the guitar and started to play the chords as she started to sing, 'Sweater Weather'.
"Sweater Weather"
All I am is a man
I want the world in my hands
I hate the beach
But I stand
In California with my toes in the sand
Use the sleeves of my sweater
Let's have an adventure
Head in the clouds but my gravity's centered
Touch my neck and I'll touch yours
You in those little high-waisted shorts, oh
She knows what I think about
And what I think about
One love, two mouths
One love, one house
No shirt, no blouse
Just us, you find out
Nothing that I wouldn't wanna tell you about, no
'Cause it's too cold
For you here and now
So let me hold
Both your hands in the holes of my sweater
And if I may just take your breath away
I don't mind if there's not much to say
Sometimes the silence guides our minds
So move to a place so far away
The goose bumps start to raise
The minute that my left hand meets your waist
And then I watch your face
Put my finger on your tongue
'Cause you love to taste, yeah
These hearts adore
Everyone the other beats hardest for
Inside this place is warm
Outside it starts to pour
Coming down
One love, two mouths
One love, one house
No shirt, no blouse
Just us, you find out
Nothing that I wouldn't wanna tell you about, no, no, no
[2x]
'Cause it's too cold
For you here and now
So let me hold
Both your hands in the holes of my sweater
Whoa, whoa...
Whoa, whoa... whoa
Whoa, whoa... [2x]
'Cause it's too cold
For you here and now
So let me hold
Both your hands in the holes of my sweater
It's too cold
For you here and now
Let me hold
Both your hands in the holes of my sweater
It's too cold,
It's too cold
The holes of my sweater...
She stopped singing then heard the people cheering and calling her name. She looks up and smiles at them, "Thank you so much."
"Wow, you have such a great voice. Holy cow." Brianna said to her, as people started to leave the room, continuing to party around the house
Jane added, "We have such a great addition to the Performing Arts Center. Mrs. Davis is going to flip out."
"Mrs. Davis?" Angelina asked, handing the guitar back to Brianna
Brianna replied, "She's our Music Teacher. She's intimidating, but once you get to know her, she's pretty cool."
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