Songs In Make It Pop Novels & Stories

We left at exactly twenty minutes to 7pm, meaning we should be there by half past seven. I played the playlist Zoë and I made which means it contains tons of Olivia Rodrigo, Taylor swift, Jennifer Lopez, Anne-Marie and many more. We sang along to some songs until mine and Zoë's favourite came in. Snap AND IF ONE MORE PERSON SHOULD SAY JUST GET OVER IT OH, I MIGHT STOP TALKING TO PEOPLE BEFORE I SNAP, SNAP, SNAP OH, I MIGHT STOP TALKING TO PEOPLE BEFORE I SNAP SNAPPING ONE, TWO, WHERE ARE YOU?!

Brushing that creepy feeling away and thought of what to cook, I end up preparing pancakes, Bacon and eggs. I brought out the ingredients and started preparing it, whilst blasting music from the beats I saw in the living room beside the big speakers a few days back. I squeal excitedly when my favorite music pops in. 'Please Me' by Cardi-b and Bruno Mars. Lollipoppin' (Poppin'), twerkin' in some J's (Ooh) On the dance floor (Uh-huh), no panties in the way (Nope) I take my time with it (Ow), bring you close to me (Ow)

Maybe I'd check them out later. "I've heard of them. How many of their songs do you have?" "I have a lot of them", she said then put her phone on the table. I smirked. "Let's see how much of a fan you are. List the songs you have by them." She raised an eyebrow and shrugged. "Attack on Bangtan, blood sweat and tears, dope, lights, no dream, NO, DNA, ON, fake love, ma city, not today, my time, tear, timeless, run, save me, seesaw, fire. That's about all. Oh yeah, there's also their latest, 'dynamite'. It's cool."

“Unstoppable? For a heartbreak song? Rae you’re going to drive people crazy again...” I nodded, tapping the page where the words stuck in my head are spread messily across the page, some of the words spread over the margin some of it is illegible. I had the worst hand writing it was why I sat with the words on paper and my team had them typed out. “Exactly. I imagine a pop song, with an upbeat something people can dance to while feeling heard and seen when they hear it. I want something that will make them dance and listen to lyrics at the same time...” I sigh breathing, looking at Ray. “I’m sorry. I’m rambling. But you get the gist of of it right?”

When I walked back into the tank Miguel and JJ were listening to the radio and bobbing their heads along to some pop song, when I turned the radio onto a different station, hearing a groan from JJ but a grin from Miguel. "We've been listening to pop for an hour kid, let's listen to somethin' else, huh?" Miguel said as "Brown Eyed Girl" by Van Morrison, and I sat back in my chair and started singing along, I loved this song so much, but I could never figure out why, it just always made me happy.

We can make it Into something beautiful, oh-oh Yeah, we don't have to try We can make it Into something wonderful, oh-oh We'll never say goodbye "We can make it Into something beautiful, oh-oh Yeah, we don't have to try We can make it Into something wonderful, oh-oh We'll never say goodbye "We can make it Into something beautiful, oh-oh Yeah, we don't have to try We can make it, Into something wonderful, oh-oh We'll never say goodbye, "Beautiful, oh-oh Yeah, we don't have to try

And when I get that feeling I want sexual healing Sexual healing, oh baby Makes me feel so fine. Noah reaches out this time to change the song and it gets even worse. I'll Make Love To You by Boyz II Men takes over Mavin Gaye's song. Baby all through the night I'll make love to you When you want me to. Does this truck even have any decent song at all?! I pick up the bottle of liquid resting at the corner of the dashboard to cure my suddenly dry and dehydrated throat.

“I said do not pretend to be stupid. All you girls are alike, with your fake smiles and your stupid words. Nobody wants a women who is made out of wax.” “Oh,” is all I manage to say. He is right again. Something that keeps happening tonight. I wonder if Ida thinks of me as wax. If she thinks I have nothing of substance to offer. I pray she does not. For if I am wax she is slowly melting me down, and I fear under her touch I may become nothing at all.

Stop talking nonsense. I felt a little bit proud hearing him say that I was the only one who had heard him sing. Then Crystal had to ask him one more time in a very annoyingly cute voice that even I had trouble refusing sometimes, so he started singing What Makes You Beautiful by One Direction. She giggled like a school girl in love, and didn’t even let him finish the chorus before she started making out with him.

Five seconds later, I covered the pot and removed it from it then I started to count seconds. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5,... I said them loud and I even turned it into a lovely song. It goes this way, 1, 2, 3, makes one popcorn 4, 5, 6, I heat the up. 7, 8, 9 they start to pop, up up up up.