Carter slowly walked towards me, butterflies swarming in my stomach, filling every inch of me.
"Assi." he grabbed my wrists, and made me look at him. "Who was that song about?"
"You know who."
"Was it... about me?"
"What would you say if it was?" I...
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(A week later)
I sat in the theatre, Carter on my right and Aiden on my left. Jordan was nowhere to be seen, but the boys wanted to watch me.
A few people before me were really good, one did a clown act, the other a magic trick.
I didn't know how me and Carter's guitar could compete, if I was completely honest.
My brain was wracked with nerves, causing Carter's hand to go on my thigh while my leg was bouncing. I felt tingles up my spine, my nerves changing from the audition to Carter's ring-clad hand drawing shapes on my skin.
I spotted Aiden looking at his hand with a grin. He gave me a wink, going back to whatever was on his phone.
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"Astrid Garcia." one of the teachers called out after a while.
"You'll smash it." Aiden smiled, when I picked up the guitar.
"You're going to be great, Assi." Carter smiled, his dimples appearing again.
I gave him a prod, he got his phone out and clicked record, like I had told him to do a week prior.
"I'm going to be singing a cover of Prom Queen by Beach Bunny for my audition." I told the teachers, smiling slightly.
"Ok, take it away." an English teacher, I think smiled at me warmly and wrote something on a piece of paper.
I took a deep breath, strumming the first note and getting whisked away to the world of music. As I was playing the guitar, it had a sad tinge to it, which fitted my voice better.
"Shut up, count your calories I never looked good in mom jeans Wish I was like you Blue-eyed blondie, perfect body
Maybe I should try harder You should lower your expectations I'm no quick-curl barbie I was never cut out for prom queen
If I get more pretty Do you think he will like me?
Dissect my insecurities I'm a defect, surgical project It's getting hard to breathe There's plastic wrap in my cheeks
Maybe I should try harder You should lower your beauty standards I'm no quick-curl barbie I was never cut out for prom queen
If I'm pretty, will you like me? They say, "Beauty makes boys happy" I've been starving myself Carving skin until my bones are showing
Teach me how to be okay I don't wanna downplay my emotions
They say, "Beauty is vain You'll only be happy if you look a certain way"
I wanna be okay I wanna be okay"
I didn't notice a tear slip down my face while I sang, but it did. I was so in the moment that even though people were talking in the background, I didn't notice them.
