Songs In Make It Pop Novels & Stories

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.

The bandmates watched as I zipped out my guitar and stood there in silence trying to think of a new beat. I finally came up with one. To think it would be because of my mom's favorite band. Pop Sic. I played the guitar solo for Pop Sic's Sugar-like Addiction. The bandmates of Mange were tilting their heads in confusion when all of a sudden a plump cafeteria lady left her station to come out and sing the lyrics. "Where's my sugar, sugar, sugar baby?! Sugar, sugar, sugar, give it all to me! Don't care if you have anotha

The champagne must have low alcohol content. After a while, Jacob and Megan find themselves filming each other dance on Snapchat. Dance, as in move like no one’s watching, of course. Then naturally, a singing session ensues. This is What You Came For, Into You, Hands to Myself, and even some classics like I Want it That Way and Say My Name are thrown into the mix. “Can’t fight the moonlight,” Jacob sings along with the throwback music passionately as a call from Felicity comes on Megan’s phone, which interrupts the song from playing. “No.”

“Now she’s asking for gelato.” “For my throat,” Poppy added quickly, pressing one small hand to her neck. “This is an important body part. If my throat breaks, I can’t sing. If I can’t sing, the world goes dark.” I walked to the table, picked up the spoon from the floor, and placed it on an empty plate with a flat expression. “The world will survive.” “You don’t want to see me happy, Mommy.” Poppy was offended. Deeply. Her cheeks puffed out.

It just needed a few Barbie posters and pink bed-sheets would do to bring that girly flair to my bed. After plugging my phone to charge, I decided to turn on the radio to fill the room with some lively tunes. I sauntered around my new room, my favorite pop song came blasting through the speakers. It was the latest and trending hit, "Good 4 U" by Olivia Rodrigo. The catchy beats and angsty lyrics filled the air, instantly energizing me and putting a smile on my face. I couldn't help but sing along as I continued exploring my new space, dancing to the infectious rhythm.

Oh well, I thought, and picked the phone back up. I found some old soul music, stuff I wouldn’t play around anyone else, Bill Withers, Percy Sledge, were all singers my granddad had loved. It was old stuff, but I liked to chill out to it at night. I put my headphones on and closed my eyes. Otis was directing me on what happened when a man loved a woman when a loud ping startled me out of my light sleep. Practice, as always, had been hard and after a long day, I was worn out. That didn’t stop a slow smile from creeping over my face as I looked at the name on the screen. It only grew when I saw her reply.

I staggered to them, and grabbed the mic. “Move over, let the slut have a turn,” I bumped someone away. “Now, what to sing.” I thought for a moment, and I thought of the bastard who raped me and I thought of what Zack said. Suddenly, the song came to me. “Put on ‘Look What You Made Me Do’ by T Swift!” I shouted into the mic. Someone obliged me, and the words started to flash on the screen: “I don’t like your little games I don’t like your tilted stage

After helping Keith settle onto the sofa, Nancy went into the kitchen by herself. Usually, she never touched a thing in the kitchen, but this time, she was making hangover tea. Her movements were practiced and smooth, as if it was something she'd done many times before. She had told me she hated men who drank, so I had always had juice at dinners and parties. So, how did she learn to make hangover tea so skillfully? Once the tea was ready, Nancy quickly brought it to Keith and fed him carefully, one sip at a time.

“You’re welcome, si…” “You may leave now,” he cut in before I could finish. ******* The music was loud, and we practically had to shout to hear one another. I went to the bar to get drinks for our table, instructing the bartender to add ketamine to mine. Surprisingly, he had it and did as I said after I handed him thousands of dollars. My reason was simple, I wanted something to happen with Adrian tonight. Not for pleasure, but to start my plan of accusing him of rape. My revenge had begun, and I wanted to make him suffer before finally ending him.