The Spell

Chapter 11


"...that we are fired because of what we uh she did to Hope" Davy said as he hung up the phone.

"But it had to be done" Micky said trying to stick up for me.

"True, you but didn't let me finish" Davy said.

"Oh sorry" Micky said.

"Well what did he say, what did he say?" Mike said.

"But we can play tonight because he knows Hope is a brat" Davy said with a cute little smile on his face.

We all started yelling again.

"We need a play list guys" Mike said trying to make us calm down.

"Well we have to play Valleri, Words, I'm a Believer and that's all" I said still very giddy.

"Only those three?" Mike said trying to stay calm even though all of us were still acting crazy.

So we went to the restaurant and the place was packed. Everyone was asking for the girl that actually punched Hope. When they found out it was me they told everyone and more people tried to squeeze in. They were so happy somebody had actually stood up to her and beat her down. They loved out music, they were dancing and having a great time. We raised a lot of money for the club so we got a bonus. We were all so happy for like the millionth time that day. We drove home and that's when I remembered the suitcase Amy and Jesse were carrying earlier.

"What was in that suitcase you were holding earlier?" I said when we were driving back home.

"Of that big black one?" Amy asked. "Uh duh! No the other big suitcase you had earlier" I said sarcastically.

"That is a surprise" Jesse finished.

We got home and walked in. I took a walk on the beach by myself. I had "Listen to the Band" stuck in my head. I just kept thinking 'Why are we here?' I had no clue if there was a reason or just for fun. I had just realized this was one of the funniest times of my life. I walked in the house to find nothing. There was a note on the table. It said: "We all went out we thought you need to be alone. Love all of us.' That made me very mad. I sat down and grabbed Mike's guitar and just started messing around. I ended up writing (well you know) a song for the guys to sing.

"What am I dong hangin' round?" I sang not hearing Micky open the door. I was thinking so I didn't see or hear them come in. They all just stood in the doorway until I had finished. They applauded when I was finished.

"Oh my gosh, you scared me" I yelled.

"Sorry but that was a great song. What is it called?" Mike said.

"'What am I doin hangin round?" I answered.

"That was a great song," Davy said.

"Hey Mike why don't you try to sing it?" I said as I warmed up.

"I don't know. .It is your song." He said as he sat down on the stage.

"I got to play 'Valleri' so you can sing this. Now we are even ok?' I said persuading him to sing.

"Well okay. If you want me to," He said as he stood up and cleared his throat.

I handed him the words and I started to play. He sang it just like it was a recording.

"WOW" Peter said.

"That was great right?" I said knowing Mike sounded perfect.

"Perfection" Micky said as he grabbed the words.

That night everyone was acting weird. They were whispering to each other and would stop talking when I would get closer. I was very confused. Yet I didn't want to say anything. I just let them keep doing this all night. We ate popcorn and watched a movie on TV. It was a very bad movie. Davy got up and went to bed first. It was just me and Mike left. We turned down the volume and started talking.

"You were great when you sang my song," I said as I took a drink of my water.

"But you're song was great" he said trying not to take any credit whatsoever.

"Oh shut up," I said as I got up and went to bed.

Mike walked upstairs and shut his door.


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