I'm sitting by the lake, with my guitar, when dad walks past me, looking for me. In order to signal to him that he just walked past me I start playing our song which is 'Come On Get Higher', by Matt Nathanson. He turns around and is shocked to see me sitting on the roots of the tree, my guitar on my lap, playing and singing along. He comes over, sits down next to me and I start playing a country song to see if he knows it. It's Dylan Scott's 'Lay it on me'. Surprisingly enough he does know it. I play and he summons his electric guitar to go with it and we sing together.
It goes like this:
(This is the third night in a row
We've been cruising the town
Windows down, singing songs
Just driving around
My buddies think I'm crazy
Hell, I might be maybe
But that's okay baby
Whatcha say?
Come on fall into me, into my arms
Let me wrap you up with this southern boy charm
Hey bae, whatcha say?
Girl you got a way
Of making me wanna take the long way home
while we hugging and kissing, getting the loving turned on
I need ya bad you see
The things you do to me
If you're feeling what I'm feeling hop on out of that shotgun seat
Lay it on me
Lay it on me
Lay it on me
Lay it on me
Give me a shot of them sweet pink lemonade lips
That's it, don't quit
Girl it's right on hit
You could be my country dime
I wanna make you mine
You're so fine, I ain't lyin'
Don't you think it's time to
Fall into me, into my arms
Let me wrap you up with this southern boy charm
Hey bae, what you say?
Girl you got a way
Of making me wanna take the long way home
while we hugging and kissing, getting the loving turned on
I need ya bad ya see
The things you do to me
If you're feeling what I'm feeling hop on out of that shotgun seat
Lay it on me
Lay it on me
Lay it on me
Lay it on me
Fall into me, into my arms
Let me wrap you up with this southern boy charm
Hey bae, what you say?
Girl you got a way
Of making me wanna take the long way home
while we hugging and kissing, getting the loving turned on
I need ya bad ya see
The things you do to me
If you're feeling what I'm feeling hop on out of that shotgun seat
Lay it on me
Lay it on me
Lay it on me
Lay it on me
Lay it on me
Lay it on me
Lay it on me
Baby lay it on me). A few nights later I perform that, Nickelback's 'Feed the machine', Lupe Fiasco's 'Battle Scar's, Jason Derulo's 'In My Head', Dylan Scott's 'Hooked', Dustin Lynch's 'I'd Be Jealous Too' and Avril Lavigne's 'Keep Holding On'. Dad's shocked when I play the video, that I made to go with 'Battle Scars', and realizes that he's been oblivious to all of the stuff that has been happening to me. He feels bad about it and resolves to make it up to me but I don't go back to our quarters after my performance. I summon my iPod, walk outside, change into shorts and a tank top with a flick of my wand, put my earbuds in, play Jason Derulo's 'In My Head' and go running around the quidditch pitch. I don't go inside until midnight and dad's waiting for me in our living room.
"Where have you been, Lily?" He asks, concerned. I sigh.
"Outside, running. It's my way of clearing my head. I just needed some time to myself," I say, going into my room, wiping my tears away as I go. I change and am in the bathroom, putting my makeup on, when Tom steps through the fireplace.
"Where is she?" He asks dad, concerned.
"Right here you sneaky bastard," I say, walking out of my room in all black with dark makeup. He's shocked speechless.
"Damn! You're gorgeous," he says.
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