sing with me || mgc

two

chapter two:-

stella's pov:-

"oh my god, 5 seconds of summer just walked in!" gabi whisper-yelled.

"i want to get a picture!" emily said, getting up.

we didn't get up, we watched her as she walked to them, hugged all of them, got a picture and came back to us.

"oh my god, i'm gonna print the pictures and put them up on my wall, this is the best thing ever!" she screamed.

"stop yelling!" i complained.

"you're like, their biggest fan, how are you not excited?" emily asked, raising an eyebrow.

"i am excited, on the inside." i answered. "i'm a fangirl, not a crazy teenager."

"go get a picture!" she said.

"not now."

"whatever."

oh my god, they're really here!

how do i talk to them and ask for a picture without acting like a crazy fan? i don't wanna seem creepy.

later, a really loud voice interrupted my thoughts.

"look who's here, it's 5 seconds of summer!" my boss, helen, yelled through the microphone.

everybody started screaming and clapping, including me. duh.

"michael clifford is going to sing us a song everyone!"

"this is the best thing ever!" gabriella exclaimed, while clapping.

"i know right!? omg, i need to record this!" i unlocked my phone, went to the camera app and started recording.

michael walked up on stage and everybody started screaming again.

"alright so," he started. "i want somebody to join me. i asked one of the boys, but they don't wanna do it. i hate you guys. so, who wants to join me?"

"stella wants to!" gabi yelled.

"no!" i whispered to her. "are you stupid? i don't sing!"

"you have an incredible voice!" emily argued.

"no, i don't!"

"alright, who's stella?" michael asked.

everybody turned around and looked at me.

oh, great.

"come on, stella! let's sing!" michael yelled and everybody cheered and screamed my name.

i'm going to embarrass myself.

i'm going to fall off the stage.

my voice will probably crack.

oh my god.

i stood up and slowly walked to the stage.

"nice shirt," michael said, laughing.

oh my god, i'm wearing my michael clifford shirt. shit.

i blushed, trying to hide the shirt with my hands.

i picked up the microphone and made sure it was working.

"we're gonna sing wrapped around your finger, are you okay with it?" michael asked.

"of course, it's my favorite." i smiled.

"mine too!" michael said, giving me a high-five.

it was silent for a few seconds, and music started playing. michael started singing the first verse.