Songs In Make It Pop Novels & Stories

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

On the day of her daughter Nina’s funeral, before the pastor could finish the eulogy, Rosalind answered Samson’s phone call. “Change of plans. Let’s meet earlier. I’m on my way now.” Ethan held the small cremation urn in his arms. His knuckles turned white from gripping it too tightly. Nina had been critically ill with leukemia. Only Samson’s bone marrow matched hers. Driven to the brink, Ethan desperately begged Rosalind to go along with Samson’s request. She promised that she would only be playing pretend and would not fall for Samson. However, as time passed, she eventually fell for Samson and indulged him in every way. On the night when Nina needed the transplant the most, Ethan c

"Don't laugh, I was sitting there, and a song came on, and something about it just made me realise how right it was." "So what is this song?" I have barely thought of us getting married, yet in his mind, he has our wedding song. "It's called 'You Make It Easy' by Jason Aldean." He takes out his phone. "Just listen." He puts it on, and I listen to the words as he keeps me in his hold. The words push more tears into my eyes. 'You took all my rough around the edges' that one line I almost cry out at loud. He's right though. The song speaks as if it was him, but then it can be flipped to come from me as well. It's perfect, and while I want to taunt him about it, I really fucking can't.

🎼You say you hate me, then you say you love me too 🎼 🎼Please baby, can you make up your mind🎼 🎼You say you want me, then you say you don't 🎼 🎼Ohh baby, I don't understand anymore 🎼. 🎼You said you need me, then you said you don't anymore 🎼. 🎼Ohh baby please, can you tell me what you want 🎼. 🎼 I'm getting confused, with your different sides🎼. 🎼Today you are cold, and the next you are warm🎼. 🎼What do I make of this, what do I get from this🎼. 🎼Ohh have tried, but still can't put a tag on this🎼.

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.

Her body tensed, heart-catching mid-beat. It was a familiar melody. Faint, yet unmistakable. The notes drifted in like a memory through the living room window, curling around her like smoke. Her breath caught as she recognized it: “Crush on You,”...the vintage pop hit from her teenage years, the anthem of her rebellion, the song that made her believe in dreams. The song was from her favorite boy band, ‘Up Town Boys.’ They'd inspired her to pursue her dreams as a pop star. She moved towards the sound, her steps slow, almost cautious like part of her feared she might be dreaming. The song grew louder as she approached the window. She pulled the curtains aside, and what she saw next made her wo