Be More Chill Musical Bootleg Novels & Stories

'Cause girl, I love them heels, and yeah, I love that dress (aye, girl) I want to take you home, and show you I'm the best (aye) She say she love my lolly She love my lollipop (aye, girl) She say she love my lolly She say she love my Throwing up a G now (G now) Like I'm at a casino (casino) I'm all fancy, yeah, I'm popping Pellegrino I'm in the El Camino When I pull up on the scene, oh You know I'm a real OG, and baby, I ain't from the TO.

Done with that, I took my shower and stepped out. Walking towards the closet, I played gentle music from my phone to help me get ready. I forced myself to get in step with this world, wanting to get as comfortable as I could if I was going to be here for a while. I refused to be miserable. "Hostage" by Billie Eilish started playing from my phone. I listened to human music more than ours because I wanted to merge with them. I once played a werewolf song at the studio where I got my tattoo, and everyone was shocked. I had to explain it was from a friend, even though they liked it.

Load up on guns, bring your friends It's fun to lose and to pretend She's over bored and self assured Oh no, I know a dirty word Hello, hello, hello, how low Hello, hello, hello, how low Hello, hello, hello, how low Hello, hello, hello With the lights out, it's less dangerous Here we are now, entertain us I feel stupid and contagious Here we are now, entertain us A mulatto, an albino, a mosquito, my libido Yeah, hey I'm worse at what I do best And for this gift I feel blessed Our little group has always been And always will until the end Hello, hello, hello, how low Hello, hello, hello, how low Hello, hello, hello, how low Hello, hello, hello With the lights out, it's less dangerous

I got chills when you walk Chills when you talk Chills every time you say my name It's the way that it feels when we touch I can't get enough Love got me frozen in place Baby, I got (chills) Ooh, baby, I got (chills) Ooh, baby, I got chills Arms wrapped around my neck ('round my neck) You keep me warm You are the spark igniting me again Oh, I can't get enough of you, I'm (you, I'm) Shiverin', I'm shiverin', I can't stop Give me the look, you know the one I want I've been waiting for, ooh It's so cold, it's so cold, yeah (it's so cold, it's so cold, yeah) I got chills when you walk Chills when you talk Chills every time you say my name.❤️ ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

I was flat out stoned, the really good kind of stoned where your whole body feels high and any familiar music is mesmerizing. When I got to the last button, I pulled the entire shirt open in one swift motion. The girls all screamed and cheered. At that point the first song ended. The next song up was one I knew well: "No Diggity" by Blackstreet. As soon as the familiar opening riff began, the girls cheered and clapped and began moving a bit to the music themselves. I tossed the tuxedo shirt aside.

Charlie begged him to take her to see the Chippendale performance. He finally caved in after a few glasses of vodka on the rocks, and a promise of hot and dirty sex afterward. So they went to the first floor, all tipsy and happy. It was a sight like nothing she had seen before. The music blared, laser lights penetrated through the fog of smoke. The stage was massive, people screaming, mostly girls and women of all ages drooled over the half-naked men stripping their clothes one piece at a time. Sexy dancing, seductive gestures, she was blushing at the thought of Tommy being one of those men. She was screaming in excitement, even though Tommy was constantly covering her eyes not to look at hi

Calix smiles at me. “Like, ‘Blood on the dance floor – Call Me Master’ then there was ‘Lady Shaw – Heels on’ Or and also how about ‘Boondox – Freak Bitch’ I mean, okay I like the song, but the start, have you heard it?” I look at them. “Can’t say I have, no.” Calix laughs.

I guess going through this hell is worth it. I shake my head while listening to Gland singing the lyrics of a song that already exists -- 'A Little Bit Of...' by Lou Bega. They're butchering a true classic. I don't get how they have not been arrested for this yet. All their songs are copied. I can not be the only one on Earth who sees this?! I shut my eyes closed and hope for the next couple of lyrics to end quickly.

a voice buzzes in my ear. I drop my arm, hide the tattoo under the cuff of my glittering jacket, and step into the light. Sicily erupts. “LUNA! LUNA! LUNA!” Fifty thousand people chant my name as the opening notes of "Bleed for Me" thunder through the stadium. The LED wall behind me explodes with fire and smoke effects. I stalk to center stage in thigh‑high boots and a bodysuit made of more sequins than fabric, hair loose, eyeliner sharp enough to pierce skin.

The bikini I wore was neon green because I was going to a pool party. I paired it with a black blazer that reached up to my thighs. I put on thick lipstick and light make-up. While getting ready, I couldn’t help but dance when I heard loud music coming from the pool. It seemed like the pool party was about to start because I could hear people shouting and shouting loudly. I put my things back in my suitcase after getting ready. The music they were playing was so hyped. I was even more excited to go there. It felt like I was going to a club or a bar.