Novel & Cerita Bulletproof Song From Pitch Perfect

“Something about the lyric?” A shaky giggle escaped Silvia’s lips. “Something?” she repeated. “Come, let me show you. You know enough English to understand it if you read it.” Paola accepted the tablet, frowning. “Play it,” said Silvia. Paola did, and they kept quiet to listen to the Pearl Jam’s cover. Silvia stood up with a cigarette and left them reading the lyric. She went to smoke by the window, breathing deep to calm down. “Oh-my-God,” Claudia muttered when the song was over. “I’d never paid attention to the lyric before. You think he’s talking about you?”

One of my fans had sent it to me a few days back, but I never really paid much attention since there was so much more going on at the time, but I’d heard enough to know that some enterprising person had written a whole song about our relationship basically calling Janie out for being little more than a stalker. It was catchy, if nothing else, and seemed to have become some sort of anthem for her haters and detractors. I saw the surprise on Elena’s face as the words echoed off the walls as we followed Jared, which meant she hadn’t heard the little ditty before. “Oh my goodness, what is that song?” She looked as if she didn’t know if to laugh or not, and I just shrugged. As we got closer to th

"God, why can't you just trust me when I say I'm fine?" "Because you're not fine!" The words came out harsher than I'd intended. "You crush metal with your bare hands, you hear things from across campus, you run away every time we get close, and now you're having secretive phone calls about symptoms and family rules. So no, I don't think you're fine!" Ming stared at me, her face pale. For a moment, I thought she might actually tell me the truth. Then her phone rang. Ming's POV

The place was decorated exquisitely and romantically, with soft lighting and gentle music drifting through the air. Celina sat next to Leo, holding a violin in her hands, while Leo sat at the piano, his fingers gliding across the keys. Their music intertwined seamlessly, as if they were meant to be. Their gazes met from time to time, filled with an unspoken understanding and tenderness, as if the rest of the world didn't exist and only the two of them remained. Applause rose around them, and people murmured in admiration. "They're both so talented. What a perfect pair!"

Like, life or death serious. When we reach the front I smile at the receptionist and she smiles back, waiting for our names. "Lyra Mae Miracle, Elena Cobalt, Jackson Carter, and Maxwell Imlay." She smiles once more and hands us our schedules. Immediately, Elena grabs everyone's and her face brightens. "We all have English together!" she exclaims. "All of us?" I ask, surprised. That doesn't ever happen. Like, ever. This is rigged. Something is pulling at the strings.

Thankfully, they came armed, and Chris had nothing to fight back with. Suddenly I noticed Travis’ face go pale and I watched as he pushed Matty out of the way right when Chris brandished a gun and shot at him. The bullet ripped through Travis instead of Matty and he dropped to the ground. Thank God he’s a vampire, not a wolf because I suspected that the bullets are silver. Chris ran towards Matty, shooting at him erratically and Matty dodged every one of the bullets. The fight was almost on top of Travis now and he was starting to stir again. Chris tossed his gun away and I assumed he ran out of bullets.

The second one responded, “This tactic in the dark… It’s Uno’s signature.” “Uno? I thought no one has ever seen him?” a rookie, I assume, asks. “Wrong,” I decided to cut off their conversation, feeling the high of the night through my veins. “It’s not that no one sees me.” They looked up in my direction with eyes wide in fear. I pointed my gun at them and said, “It’s that no one lives to tell once they see me.” With a pull of the trigger, I shot the three of them… one bullet piercing their skulls in a straight line.

Andrea was staring at the ceiling thinking when she grabs her phone and play music. Playing: Perfect by Pink Made a wrong turn, once or twice Dug my way out, blood and fire Bad decisions, that's alright Welcome to my silly life Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood Miss knowing it's all good, it didn't slow me down Mistaken, always second-guessing, underestimated Look, I'm still around Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel Like you're less than fuckin' perfect Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel like you're nothing

“I didn’t say that. I said I tolerate it.” She dramatically placed a hand on her chest. “You wound me, Mr. Davenport.” I laughed louder this time, tapping the wheel in rhythm. “You know what? Let me save you.” I clicked the skip button. The next song started—something slower, softer. “Best Part” by Daniel Caesar and H.E.R. Lena melted instantly. “Ohh. Okay. You win.” “Fewer lyrics to butcher,” I teased. She turned to me, faux-offended. “Rude. But true.”

It was not just the physical pain anymore, but my heart was breaking, too. In the dining room, Bowen was watching the financial news. When he saw me come in, he only looked up briefly. He frowned and said, "You look awful. Stop pushing yourself so hard." I took a seat and said, "I'm fine. Anyway, I want to talk to you about something." "What is it?" He put down his iPad impatiently. I pulled out the documents I had prepared. "It's about our prenup. I want to make some changes."