A/N: Hey. Enjoy. I don't own any characters used in the story.
Melanie Halliwell was more than ready to perform on her own. "You nervous honey?" Geri asked.
"No mum. I'll be fine. I've performed before."
"Ok then. Good luck."
Mel H ran her fingers over her leather skirt, taking a deep breath before walking out onstage.
The crowd went crazy. She approached the mic centre stage, smiling out to the crowd as she swallowed hard.
"Alright then!" She gave the audience a delicious laugh, "I'm gonna be doing a cover of Do You Think About Me by Touch."
The audience went crazy with screams, automatically recognising the name. The Spice Girls were first known as Touch.
She cleared her throat as the music began. After a few seconds, she began.
Do you
Do you think about me
Do you
Do you think about me
Do you think about me
Do you think about me
Like I think about you
Like I think about you
Do you sometimes
Stay awake at night
(do you)
Till the morning light
(do you)
Cause you don't know what to do
(do you think about me)
Do you think about me
Do you think about me
Like I think about you
Like I think about you
And do you talk about me
(oh baby, baby, baby)
And the music switched from the calm, piano to the familiar tune of Ride It.
A man came onstage, quickly switching the handheld mic to the headset. (lord jesus if this isn't what they call the thing I'm SORRY its what they use when they're not standing directly at the mic stand or have dances to do)
I'll be riding it
I'll be riding it
Wanna make some music
To take me in and out of my head
Get into my groove
In time with my body instead
And when the bass kicks in
I can feel my song beginning
Boy, your lovin' gets me high
'Cause you're the only one
Who can pump it loud the way I like
You're a DJ, I'm a song
Take me out and turn me on
Let yourself go
Ah, you're riding it
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Breri: A Story of Melanie Janine Brown and Geraldine Estelle Halliwell
FantasyTwo friends who struggle with each other's problems. [Rated R]
