Novel & Cerita Perfect Pitch Final Song

Phoebe's POV As the song was ending, Cole made the DJ switch to something from Justin Bieber titled: Intentions. The one he sang with Quavo. We all went gaga when the soundtrack rolled in and screamed the lyrics at the top of our voices. "Picture perfect, you don't need no filter Gorgeous, make 'em drop dead, you're a killer Shower you with all my attention Yeah, these are my only intentions Stay in the kitchen cookin' up, got your own bread

Afterall he can never forget that day and night. "Oh please di, she is his wife but this shorty sounds like an acidic patient. Give her one sachet of Eno. We need good moods." He said. Minkle flared her nose. Mani patted her head to keep her calm. The next turn was from the boys' side. They had to sing the first verse of the song that begins with the consonant on which the previous contestant's song end. Dev sang "tum dil ki dhadkan mein rehte ho" for his wife. She only smiled at him. Next boys asked Amy to sing a song in any language. She looked at Mani and then sang the song "sleazy" by Kesha.

(Again and again, speak my friend) Apni jeet ho, unki haar haan (May victory be ours and defeat be theirs) Baar baar haan, bolo yaar haan (Again and again, speak my friend) Apni jeet ho, unki haar haan (May victory be ours and defeat be theirs) Koi humse jeet na paave (May no one be able to defeat us) Chale chalo, chale chalo (Come, let us move on) Mit jaave jo takraave, chale chalo (May whoever confronts us be defeated, come) Bhale ghor andheraa chhaave (Even if pitch darkness shadows us) Chale chalo, chale chalo (Come, let us move on) Koi raah mein na thaam jaawe, chale chalo (May no one halt in the road, come)] **** **SONG SEQUENCE ENDS**

With his arms still around me, I whipped around and locked my hands around his neck, "Why not?" A little frown formed between his brows as he said unsurely, "Umm...should I play a song?" A wide, toothy grin appeared on my face as I teased him, "Someone is becoming hopeless romantic, huh?" His cheeks flushed and he fished the phone out of his pocket. After a few taps and scrolling, a sweet melody echoed in the air. 'Perfect' by Ed Sheeran started playing. Placing the phone on the edge of the bridge, Nicholus returned to me and lifted his hand for me to take.

It’d only taken a glance at his warm smile, the way those striking eyes looked at her, to defuse all her fears. The YouTube video with the song wasn’t alone on the blog. Jim had written a few words with it. “This bastard beat me to write the perfect song for you.” The title Downfall and those words were enough to make her hurry to play the song. A shadow fell on Jim, who was killing time on Twitter, waiting for Silvia’s reply. He looked up, thinking he’d ask the attendant for a bourbon. Silvia’s hands grabbed his face as she fell to her knees in the middle of the aisle to kiss him, unable to wait until the song was over.

She didn't give him the chance to even say anything else because she already put her headphones on before putting the volume as high as she could take, enough for her not to hear anything else but the music. "Just once Can we figure out what we keep doin' wrong Why we never last for very long What are we doin' wrong? Just once Can we find a way to finally make it right Make the magic last for more than just one night We could just get to it I know we could break through it..." Her eyebrows furrowed even more the moment she heard the song that was playing. It was the last song that she played before. She was quick to change it soon after before finally able to relax for a little bit.

Shona asks with a squeak. I grin and nod, "I'm ready." "Yay! You look so beautiful sweetheart!" Jess hugs me, before taking my hand and leading me out. I am ready, and waiting for the rest of my life; my mates are so romantic and I love how Kaden's spontaneity and Kol's OCD brain compliment each other perfectly. I hear the song I'd begged to have for my entrance on.. Pachabel canon in D minor. It's soothing and stunning. Jessica opens the door, and her and Shona walk in slowly in time with the music; it's times like these I wish my parents were alive..

The horizon flickers-another city, another melody. But beneath it, a darker hum stirs. The Cantor's final words linger, twisted into a new refrain: *"The Maestro comes. He'll finish your *song*."* We walk. The game never ends. It *composes*. ---