To Mask or Not To Mask (A Henry Danger Fanfic) [COMPLETED]

Blog Entry Number Eight

That week, I was singing and finding songs for the audition.

I couldn't find one.

So I decided to check the internet.

Hello, everyone! Sorry I haven't posted in a while! I've just been so tired with schoolwork, and my friends... :) Anyway, if any of you can find a song for my audition at school tomorrow, it would be amazing!

-Candie

I was sure no one would find me one, except Henry, Charlotte, and maybe Jasper.

"Hey, sweetie!" my dad said, kissing me on the cheek, he gave me a book. It was a piano book called Teen Pop 2014.

"Thank you, Daddy!" I say, hugging him. I went to the piano in my room and started playing random songs. I also got a text from someone.

Henry: hi.

Candie: hola henry!

Henry: u practicing?

Candie: yep, u?

Henry: just taking a break. can u send me a video of u singing?

Candie: *virtually shakes finger at him* uh-uh. wait 4 2mrw.

Henry: fine, but u have 2 wait 4 2mrw 2 hear me.

Candie: i think i won't b there 2mrw. i'm super nervous.

Henry: it's going 2 b okay! just imagine the crowd naked!

Candie: i'll throw up on stage.

Henry: don't worry, candie. u r 1 of the best singers/pianists i have ever met!

Candie: thnk u dah-link!

Henry: listen, I g2g. little sis is yelling.

Candie: k.

Henry: remember: u can do this!

Candie: okay! i can do this! *poses 4 camera*

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But the next day, I was a nervous wreck! I ended up wiping my hands so much on my floral skirt, I sweated so much, that I felt like my sweat marks would show up on my jean jacket, and my face kept going red as a tomato. Henry looked worse, however; his sweat marks did show up on his plaid dress shirt, his hands sweated so much, that his pencils kept slipping out of his hands, and his face was as red as an unpeeled radish.

"Are you nervous?" I asked shakily, while a girl named Chloe was singing "Rather Be" by Jess Glynne.

"Very," Henry replied. "Feel my hand."

I took his palm, and it felt like a warm ocean.

"Your hand is more sweaty than mine!" I stated.

"Yeah. But so is yours!"

"So? Oh my God. Yours is like the beach."

"Hey there, lovebirds!" Charlotte greeted, putting her bag down and sitting next to me.

"Oh sweet Lord," I mumbled.

"If you two aren't lovebirds, then why are you holding hands?" she asked. I looked down. My palm was still on his. I quickly put my hand on my leg and wiped the sweat off. I decided to just watch the kids who were auditioning.