Karaoke Blink-182 소설 & 이야기

Population: a few thousand very surprised monks who think they’re about to confiscate my heart. They’re wrong. We hit the Arkansas state line doing ninety, bass thumping, valley steam fading in the rear-view like a goodbye wave. Seras leans forward between the seats. Seras: “Official playlist rule: every time we cross a state line, we add one song that would make the Monastery clutch their prayer beads.” Kayo smirks, queues up “Sweet but Psycho.” Remy howls along off-key. I laugh so hard my ribs hurt. The crown pulses warm, happy, free.

So, she closed her eyes and tiredly told Jodi, "Get the car ready. We're going to Stillwater Creek." She had to see this for herself. … At Stillwater Creek, I was sitting in the yard, watching Joycelyn carve a new wooden figurine. The sun was warm on my skin, and everything seemed at peace. A black Bentley screeched to a stop in front of the convenience store and kicked up a cloud of dust. When the door opened, Bianca stepped out and coldly strode toward me. "Why did you do it, Leo?" Her first words were a blind accusation.

Then a list of popular love songs popped up on the screen in front of us. “Pick one,” he said. I did. He took my hand and led me to the little karaoke stage at the corner of the room. Two mics. A glowing floor. And vibes. But as soon as the music started, I noticed something odd. No lyrics. “Um… where are the words?” He smirked. “Turned them off. We’re winging it.” “Lucian...” “Don’t worry,” he said. “Just sing to me.”

Dylan's POV After several hours of traveling, we finally arrived. The three people in the car were still asleep even when I deliberately pressed the horn continuously. Yes, Brian didn't wake up. It felt like he was drifting off to sleep when I sang this song from Blink 182. My voice must be too melodious to tickle his ears and take him far away to the dream world. "Hey! Get up!" I snapped at Brian, Ashley and Theressa. Compact, the three of them immediately woke up with bloodshot eyes.

Holding on to Blakes hand, with a huge grin, trying to say thank you but no one can here me since they're all shouting my name. "The party has now officially began," Blake announces. The crowd cheers again. "Let the music take control of your souls, my fellow party animals!" he yells and points straight ahead of the pool where large curtains pull away revealing a band. I am in full shock! "This is how we do it!" The lead singer in black shorts, fish net leggings and a black bra starts singing and the men in the crowd join in with: "This is how we do it! This is how we do it!" and the drummer, guitarist and the rest of the band continue jamming on to this old school song sang by Montell Jorda

I set the flickering flame right between our plates, walked over to the wall switch, and plunged the room into a warm, shadowy twilight. Before sitting back down, I tapped my phone screen, and the smooth, low baritone of Elvis Presley began to hum softly through the Bluetooth speaker. 'Wise men say, only fools rush in...' I walked slowly back toward her chair, swaying slightly to the rhythm, keeping my eyes locked on hers as I sang along with the track. 'But I can't help falling in love with you...' ... Kianna

When it was Rai’s turn to connect to the zip line, Z gripped her arm. “She’s blind,” he told the attendant. “Yes, sir. I’m aware. Bill will help her on the other side.” “Z, I’m fine,” said Rai, her tone on the edge of threatening. She did not want him to ruin this for her. “Okay, said the attendant. You’re ready to go. Just jump.”

As he spoke, he slowly shook his head from side to side. Looking up, he added, “Drink the water, Sabrina. We have to get going.” I folded my arms, confirming my stubbornness. “I need to sing one last song before I go,” I said. Then I added a plea, “please?” Blaze sighed. “One song,” Blaze repeated. “One song,” I agreed, promising him. *** Kiss Me In Hell was a favorite song of mine. I climbed that stage, took the mic, and sang my heart out.

Harmony I was trying to prevent myself from shaking while I was staring at my laptop. I don’t know what to feel about a post on Friendbook related to me. While I was trying to calm down, I continued to stare at a photo posted with a mocking caption. It was me, standing on a stage while in the midst of holding back my tears. The caption says, "Wow, look at your dumb rich girl stuttering through a debate. Is that all you can do? "

Hard. Darkness swallowed me whole.