America Sings Novels & Stories

he mutters. “Yes,” I answer, desperate to jump on any conversation to diffuse the awkward silence. Maria is a great singer, she already knows that. She has the voice of an angel and the mouth of a sailor. But I like it. Her snarky mouth never fails to come to my defence. “She hopes to sing at America Got Talent and win.”

It was the first time she’d performed since college, and she was nervous at first, but her passion for singing flooded back to her. Amelia looked up at the stage – her surprise from Jonathan. Something inside of her yearned to be up there, on that stage, performing for people. Amelia had always loved singing, but she knew there was no career for her there. In werewolf society, people-pleasing jobs like singing are just for Omegas. A singing career was not in the cards for Amelia. She was an Alpha heir! No matter how passionate she was about singing, she had family obligations.

The photographer gave us a cue, smiling behind the camera. "Ready? Three, two, one!" "Cheese!" The camera clicked, and the image froze in time—just Valerie and I, smiling at each other, full of happiness. Life had struck me hard, but I chose to sing through the pain.

"I'm sorry for walking in at the wrong time." "No it's fine." America responded as she released me from her hug and wiped her tears away. "I guess you've made your decision then." She said to me. "I am also sorry." "No need to be because you have done nothing wrong and this isn't the end Travis." She stated as she rose to her feet. "America--" "I will make you change your mind Travis, I am not a coward anymore, no not anymore. All my life I have been running and hiding from everything that makes me me but not anymore."

She was making a joke of it, but honestly, the thought of singing to him while Fit Guy sat there judging her was mortifying. "Do it," Damien repeated in a firm voice. The only song that came to her mind, complete with all the lyrics, was 'Drag the Lake' by The Amity Affliction. Her face was roughly the colour of beetroot as she coughed and quietly began to sing. "Drag the lake, you won't find me. I've been tempting fate with my heart beside me." She watched as Damien's mouth curled into a smile. She'd listened to this song roughly a thousand times, knew all the words by heart. Still, she found herself getting flustered under the pressure.