Sing 2 Porsha Novels & Stories

(Sí), Bonita (sí) Mi casa, su casa (Shakira, Shakira) Oh, baby, when you talk like that You make a woman go mad So be wise (sí) and keep on (sí) Reading the signs of my body (uno, dos, tres, cuatro) I'm on tonight You know my hips don't lie (no fighting) And I'm starting to feel it's right All the attraction, the tension Don't you see, baby, this is perfection?’ I moved my hips to the rhythm, Arson was clapping at me and hyping me up and I chuckled. He was enjoying it too!

That isn't the kind of beat she wanted. She rose her hand up and gave them the stop signal with a yell, “Stop! You are doing a bad job, I can do without it.“ Again, she ended up leaving everyone confused. More confused as a matter of fact. Their confusion was something they wouldn't be able to recover from. Kira was going to sing. She had a fairly good voice and although there was no beat, she was sure they would be entertained by her voice. She decided to sing one of her best songs produced in the nineties titled PROUD MARY by Ike and Tiana Turner. It fit everyone here watching.

**** Note: Song*- Homesick by Dua Lipa

Sameer didn’t let her finish before he started clapping and not before long the palette was filled with cheering and clapping. “You know I can’t sing.” Tiana protested weakly, feeling the gnawing pains from the wicked army of ants chewing her guts furiously. “Don’t mind her people.” Emmaline replied waving off her protests,“She sings like Simi and Tiwa Savage and she releases albums daily in the bathroom.” “I don’t!” “Come’n big sist…you know Kathy Perry and Aurora begs to feature you, now hop hop hop to the stage.” She finished yanking Tiana up.“And you too, Rico!”

Joanna answered quickly. “I hope he’s cute. You put a lot of effort dressing for him today,” Paula said. “He is,” Joanna said with a smirk. They fell silent again working with fabric, pins, and mannequins. Then a new song started to play. “Oh, this is the jam,” Keyonna said happily. “Y’all will love this.” The beat sounded catchy and the singing was good. “What’s this called?” a girl asked. Joanna didn’t know her name. “Poison, by Bell Biv Devoe,” Keyonna answered as she moved to the middle of the floor. She started lightly dancing.

she shouted over the thumping bass. Anita raised her glass and clinked it against Tina’s and Valerie’s. “Long live my reign,” she said, her voice coated in boldness, before tipping the drink back. The liquid was cold, sharp, and exhilarating. The music changed—something fast, flirty, and alive. Tina whooped and dragged her toward the center of the floor. Anita laughed as she followed, her feet moving instinctively. Her hips rolled in rhythm, drawing looks from passing men, the slit of her dress teasing every step.

(Sí), bonita (sí) Mi casa, su casa (Shakira, Shakira) Oh, baby, when you talk like that You make a woman go mad So be wise (sí) and keep on (sí) Reading the signs of my body (uno, dos, tres, cuatro) I'm on tonight You know my hips don't lie (no fighting) And I'm starting to feel it's right All the attraction, the tension Don't you see, baby, this is perfection? Hey, girl, I can see your body moving And it's driving me crazy And I didn't have the slightest idea Until I saw you dancing (yeah)......... Stephanie breaks her hips to the rhythm of the song, making the crowd cheer loud for her. Finally, she was done with work, when she got off stage she saw her brother. " HI Spencer, what's up?" sh

I had always hired the best in every proffessions and I had always made sure to treat them well as long as they do their jobs, so I have rarely been dissapointed. I pulsed my lips as the screen on the back began playing a video of Merina’s sister, Sofia singing the song “Pain” on stage, then they zoomed in and it turned out she was lips Syncing! Everyone was shocked to see this. They had always prided her as one of the most talented ones with voice and songwriting skills but their so-called goddess was lips Syncing on the stage and in front of thousands of people! Then as if he didn’t want them to rest, another video was shown, though blurry but it could be seen that it was a lady singing th

Shayla leans over and hits Josh, who cackles. “Will you shut up! I’m more concerned about the fact that you both know so much about the power puff girls.” Shayla points out, and I grin at her while she pins me with a pointed look. “Who’s got the power?!” I sing. “We got the power!” Josh sings back, and Shayla couldn’t hold in her laughter anymore. “Ohh yeah!” We both shout together, singing the theme song. Shayla shakes her head, rolling her eyes while grinning.

who had conveniently disappeared during his darkest moments. Porsha, with her signature bleached-blonde hair and oversized fake boobs, was the first to make a move, swooping in for a hug that felt more like a suffocating squeeze. "Oh, Chelsea, we were so worried!" she exclaimed, her voice dripping with insincerity. Chelsea's eyes rolled inward, his mind screaming "Save it, Porsha." He knew her crocodile tears were just a ploy to get back into his inner circle.