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A tiny smile formed in my lips as I reached for it. Seconds later, I got up from the tiled floor and placed the cd at the top of the dvd to set it up. After a few minutes of plugging different plugs, I finally placed the cd inside the dvd. The song that contains a few song which were all depressing for me because of what I am going through begins playing in momentarily; starting with the song called "Dancing With Your Ghost" sang by Sasha Sloan. Yelling at the sky Screaming at the world Baby, why'd you go away?

he said and make a signal signal to his friends Finn tuned and checked his bass guitar Jace adjusted his drum's and made sure they were tight so they wouldn't fall off and Clark checked his keyboard to make sure no keys were sticking. Everything looked to be in tip top shape. Keith held the mic and and everyone started screaming He shut his eyes and began to sing 🎶I still hear your voice when you sleep next to me I still feel your touch in my dreams Forgive me my weakness, but I don't know why Without you it's hard to survive🎶

Our face is inches away from each other and he is singing sweetly in front of my face. /Ahh... Your skin, oh yeah, your skin and bones Ohh... Turn into something beautiful Aah... And you know For you, I'd bleed myself dry For you, I'd bleed myself dry/ /It's true, look how they shine for you Look how they shine for you Look how they shine Look how they shine for you Look how they shine for you Look how they shine/ Until he ended the song... /Look at the stars Look how they shine for you And all the things that you do/

He answered then stood up. "Well now you know that there is a town right after the river, won't you go there with me?" I asked seriously hoping I would trick him into agreeing. "I'm sorry but I can't." He answered seriously. "Why?" I asked in almost a scream. "Because the beast of the forest guards the shores of the river. It only comes out right after nightfall. Its got heightened senses and can't be easily killed. Any person who dares to go close to the river is dead." He answered strongly scaring me.

And if Brooke thinks I’m not gonna drag her up there with me, she’s got another thing coming. I don’t know if it’s because the bar’s pretty dead tonight or because I’m an alpha, but after I tell the DJ my song, he hands me the mic rather than putting me in the queue. I clear my throat, nodding to the DJ to start, feeling the weight of every eye in the place on me as he starts the song. The title flashes up on the little screen in front of me- ‘Maybe I’m Amazed’ by Paul McCartney. A song I know Brooke loves, because she got all googly-eyed when it played in the Jeep on our way back from Denver.

"I will. I still remember your delicious cooked food, Soheila. I hope I will get a chance to taste it again." Soheila laughed when she heard that. "Well, if you won, I'll cook for you." Frid raised a brow. "Sure," He summoned his spirit beast, and light beamed on the stage. "Wow! It looks like we're starting now. We have a White Bear which is an uncommon spirit beast! That's amazing. A White Bear that is at the Moon Five Star Beast, and it seems like in a few weeks, it will advance!" The host announced.

I wait for the chorus to start and begin singing, but the words are completely different from the original song. AAA Looking For A joy in my life hoped for For the manholes and the damn heels I have bad luck that deserves a slap With a fallen painting And a bearded boss Working unwillingly, ole With sarcasm in my veins And a great-grandfather named Michele I will always suck Never a joy in my life Never a joy in my life I will always suck Never a joy in my life * I finish with a bow. Modestly speaking, I really have talent. At being awful.

My eyebrows rose as I spoke. "No…no silly…It means we are in the same city as the Hershey Bears." She stared at me, her eyes gleaming in amusement. "The finest collection of large, athletic, specifically-built-to-ruin-your-life men in the entire country. Sean Ferrars is one small, terrible, ungrateful little piece of that puzzle." She grabbed both my hands. “Hmm—”

Her cadence was nothing like the steady, measured tone of a public lecture anymore. I did not respond. I pressed play on the second clip. The sound of Curt yanking my collar exploded from the speaker, followed by a chair groaning under someone's weight and the scrape of fabric during the struggle. Then came Curt's voice. "I, Curt Brennan, am voluntarily getting out of this car to feed a wild Greyridge bear. The bear won't bite. Petra confirmed it. If anything happens, it's on me. Got that? Want me to do another take for backup?"