Regular Show Birthday Song Novels & Stories

My heart swelled until it felt too full for my chest to contain. Ashley took the podium, her voice brimming with excitement. "Ladies and gentlemen, the birthday girl has arrived! I officially declare this party OPEN!" The hall erupted in cheers and applause as I sat on my chair, feeling like the luckiest person alive. Ashley's voice echoed through the hell once more, "And now, to start this incredible celebration, we have a special performance by a very talented young man. Please welcome Maverick, who's here to serenade his mommy with a special song!"

Ruby “Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday, happy birthday, Happy birthday to you,” I sang while Xavier played the guitar softly. Ivy was still asleep when we sneaked into her room, but that was what we wanted. We wanted her to wake up to the sound of her birthday song. Once we started singing, she opened her eyes and the smile on her face was too die for. She was so happy and kept giggling and moving to the song. “Awwwwn… thank you mommy, thank you daddy!” She exclaimed and then moved to hug us. We both moved closer too and quickly pulled her in.

says Jemiah, then followed by the crowd singing a song for Joshua as they line up to hand over their birthday gift. Happy Birthday to You Happy Birthday to You Happy Birthday, Dear Joshua. Happy Birthday to You. From good friends and true, From old friends and new, May good luck go with you, And happiness too. Joshua left the crowd to walk towards her because only Julia did not line up. She stood up to leave, but her stupidity struck. She fell into the water after losing her balance. "Serves you right, where's your gift for me?" "Why would I give you a gift?"

We all say it in unison. We all head to the bar, and my brother asks for five shots. He raises his shot glass and says, “To the birthday girl.” I giggle, but everyone else and I raise the glass, and then we chug it down. We keep drinking and talking until my favorite song (Como Ayer by Cruzito and Ken-y) comes on. “Oh, my goddess, this is my song. Let's go dance.” I say this to the girls, and they both nod.

She uttered, "Isn't today my birthday? Why is it so quiet? I want to hear a birthday song! Sing a song for me!" Close to Joanne, the executive director could smell her faint perfume. It was not strong and blew into his nose. "You haven't selected a song. Choose one." Joanne nodded and selected the song, Happy Birthday to You. "Come on, let's sing together..." she said. The executive director cleared his throat. No sooner had he picked up the microphone and sung than the microphone was snatched by Edwin. Wearing a cold expression, Edwin sang, "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you..."

This feels like a terrible idea. The flame of her birthday candle flickers, Mother cups her hand around it to protect it from dying. She slides the cake to Brianna and inserts a table knife. Brianna knows her as her grandmother. That’s right. As in Joshua’s case as the uncle. I’m the only one being wrongly addressed. I’ll probably keep it that way. Joshua knocks the table twice, all eyes turn to him. “We have to sing for the birthday girl.” Ah, yes. They sing at birthdays. Joshua starts the chorus and we join in. I groan when he rises to his feet, forcing all of us except Brianna to do the same. We are only eight, we don’t need to observe protocols.

It's my birthday I'ma do what I like I'ma eat what I like I'ma kiss who I like It's my birthday I'ma do what I like I'ma wear what I like I'ma party tonight Goddamn, it's my birthday Everybody love me Yeah, yeah, yeah Look at me, give me money Damn, it's my birthday Everybody love me And I ain't thinkin' 'bout you I took off my earphone when I heard a knock on my door. Today's Wednesday evening. Two days passed like a jet and here I'm, wearing my new dress and applying a little make-up.

I offer her my hand, and her soft, warm fingers lace through mine as we head back to the party's epicenter. The background music fades away, replaced by the classic birthday song. Jaja stands in the middle of the crowd, her face glowing like a birthday candle as everyone sings to her. She locks eyes with me, and just like that, we're sharing an inside joke. A playful wink, a little wave, and I'm grinning like an idiot.

“Happy birthday to you...” Everyone's voices rose together in a slightly off-key rendition of "Happy Birthday." Belinda beamed, glowing as her family and friends sang together for her. They were all gathered at a hall in the resort. Her birthday celebration was a small, cozy event. At the end of the rendition, everyone stepped forward to personally wish her a happy birthday and hug her.

Chapter 3 — Make a wish .. GRANT “…. Happy birthday to youuuuu” The song ended and I faked a smile, so my daughter and families can relax and not take my stoic attitude personally. It’s not that I hate birthday , I actually don’t give a fuck which day it is, I would rather be somewhere else. Preferably between the thighs of a certain raven haired beauty currently hiding behind her friend at the far edge of the crowded table, blushing like a sinner in church.