A Cinderella Story: Once Upon a Song Page #7

I'm pooping in her bed tonight.

Victor, I thought you hated me.

Are you an idiot?

You're the only person

who knows my birthday.

The only one who says goodnight

to me.

The only one who makes me

mac and cheese.

You're annoying and ugly...

...but I sort of love you.

I sort of love you too.

But just promise me

you're not gonna do anything, okay?

- You too.

- Oh, come on.

- Just... No... Ple...

- Just... No. Just...

- No. Tony.

- Just one...

Okay.

All right.

Well, now I get to go fold Bev's delicates.

- Have you heard of knocking?

- Ever heard of I don't care?

Where'd you put my blue blouse?

Oh, okay.

Okay, which one of these

do you like better?

- You actually want my opinion?

- God, I know. What's wrong with me?

You know how you're a b*tch and I act

like I don't care, but truth is I'm sensitive?

- Actually...

- I need someone to talk to like a sister...

...and you're better than nothing.

I'm nervous about tonight.

Oh, my God, why did I just tell you that?

I don't know.

It's like my whole body is freaking out.

I have hives on my butt.

I can't tell Mom

and I can't talk to Luke about it.

He'll say something like:

"Oh, one minute

you're talented and we're connecting...

...and the next minute you're self-involved

and histrionic."

- What does that even mean? I hate history.

- He said that?

Listen, Toadie, he's not falling for you,

he's falling for me.

I just don't know who me is anymore.

Why are you nervous?

You're not really singing.

All you have to do is stand there

and look pretty.

Have you ever thought

about how that makes me feel?

You have talent.

You could go on American Idol

and forget about the rest of us.

This is, like, my only chance.

Pretty doesn't last very long.

Just look at Mom.

You think I'm talented?

If you tell anyone I said that, I'll deny it.

Wear the blue blouse.

It makes your eyes pop.

This better work.

Because if I go down,

you're go down with me.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

What's up, my party people?

Yeah. All right, all right, all right.

Let's get this show started.

Welcome to the stage, my boy, my British

biscuit and y'all's host for the night...

...Luke Morgan.

Are you amped for the Wellesley Academy

of the Arts Showcase?

Good. Because we have Mickey O'Malley

spinning tonight.

So let's get this party started

with Big Pain Ticket.

I wanna kiss your apocalypse

Wrap you in my Armageddon

Sing you a twisted serenade

We can run away together

Hello, Guy. So glad you could make it.

My two A&R guys, Tom and, uh, Tom.

Uh, did I miss your big line up?

You're just in time. And I know

you'll love the closing act. She's amazing.

Well, I expect nothing less.

Oh, yeah. Nothing and less are definitely

two words I'd use to describe it.

Why don't I show you and the Toms

to the VIP section.

Katie, go help Bev

with her makeup, please.

- Okay.

- Now.

This way, please, come on.

What a lovely suit.

Move it.

Hey. Out of the way. Out of the way.

Michael, go on.

I have to announce what's next.

I'll see you at the end.

Guy. Tom. Tom.

I'll be right back.

Good to see you.

Nice suit.

What was that back there?

This is your last chance to get it right.

Unless you wanna see

Angela's Juilliard dreams go bye-bye.

That what you wanna be? A little

dwarfish Asian girl's dream crusher, huh?

- Do you?

- No. No.

No? No? No? Then focus!

- Look, Ange, you...

- Gail's been threatening me too.

That's why you're doing

what she wants.

- To protect me.

- Ange.

You're my best friend.

Look, I'd do anything for you.

Okay.

So we're gonna take it up a notch

with Jason Berkeley and the Funky Funk.

Scratch that.

Um, here are my boys, the Oral Majority.

I'm lost in a world that rattles my brain

Cleaning up my life

From the mess you made, oh, oh

Move it. Guy.

This is just the boring appetizer.

The real showstopper's up next.

Ah!

Oh!

You okay, Mr. Morgan?

Here, let me get that for you.

Well, it had better be.

I have to pee.

Oh, I will take you to the pee, Mr. Victor.

Sorry.

So keep on knocking, knocking, knocking

But, baby, you're better off walking

'Cause I ain't gonna let you in

Never again

No, not again

Never again

No, not again

My brothers, yeah!

Okay.

You guys having a good time?

Let's keep it going

with Beverly Van Ravensway.

Plug in the mike

Open the curtain

Turn on the lights

I'm through rehearsing

The feeling ignites

I'm in control

The crowd's in the palm of my hand

All my fans stand

What is the truth?

What's an illusion?

You're searching for proof

But are you certain?

Whatever you see is what you get

If words paint a picture

Then I bet you I can get you, yeah

I'll make you believe in me

I can be what you want me to be

Tonight is the night

Where I'll make you see

That I can be

Anything, anything, anything

I'll make you believe in me

I can be what you want...

Give me...

I'm so sorry, my mike...

My mike isn't working.

Uh, excuse me.

I don't know.

- Give me that. Give me that.

How dare you sabotage your mother,

you rotten, rotten little boy?

You, give me that. It doesn't matter.

- We'll do it live.

- What? What?

Ha. My mike is broken. I'm so sorry.

Here.

What?

Stay.

No, no, no. You gotta get out of here.

You're about to sing for Bev.

Why are you about to sing for Bev?

She can't sing.

Come on.

Hey. All of you, keep playing.

Keep playing, you idiots.

It was your voice the whole time?

Bev never sang at all?

And she's about to not sing

for a whole bunch of people, so please...

And on the dates, that... That was you.

I got nothing to lose

I've been exposed

I'm paying my dues

Playing the role

I'm breaking the rules

Flow in the flow

I got the whole world nodding, yes

Like some bobbleheads

I'll break a sweat

If you want it

Confess all your sins

You know you got 'em

The room's in a spin

The fever's pitched

- You gotta go. Come on, get out there.

Aah!

I'm legit, I'm no counterfeit

I'll make you believe in me

I can be what you want me to be

Tonight is the night where I make you see

That I can be

Anything, anything, anything

I'll make you believe in me

I can be what you want me to be

Hey! Shut that camera down! Now!

Tonight is the night where I make you see

That I can be

Anything, anything, anything

You want from me

That's what I'm talking about.

Shut the power down. Shut it down.

Not so fast, jerknuts.

Hey. Clear.

Sing something else.

We want more! We want more!

Like what?

The demo you snuck my dad. I heard it.

Yeah, do it!

Do it!

We want more!

We want more! We want more!

Okay, follow my lead, guys.

There's a little secret

I would like to tell you

There's a book of lies

I know they'll try to sell you

And they'll try and they'll try

To convince you to buy

You need them

So the next time you're down

Look inside, not around

I can dress myself

There's no need for someone's help

There's no one to blame

There's no one to save you but yourself

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