Got a bottle in hand
Full throttle
I'm back again
All the lives that I've wasted
This cycle will never end
Got a picture of you
And the life that we knew
Now the thoughts of your body is hauntin' me
It's all a show- oh- oh - oh.

I got a place for the wicked to go
Got a mindset that nobody knows
Now this evil is taking control
And where's our freedom now
In a place we never wanted to be
Taking all my love away from me
Soon we'll take it to the fuckin' streets
And take back our liberty

You're a monster
Nobody wants her
But me
So sharpen your teeth (makes it easier to bleed)
And I'm losing my mind
In the middle of the night
When I'm hearing your screams
And you're dead asleep
It's all a show-oh - oh- oh.

It's all a show

I got a place for the wicked to go
Got a mindset that nobody knows
Now this evil is taking control
And where's our freedom now
In a place we never wanted to be
Taking all my love away from me
Soon we'll take it to the fuckin' streets
And take back our liberty

Take back our liberty!
Take back our liberty!
Roaaaaaaaaaarrrr! (Deep growl)
Look what you've done to us...(x6)

I got a place for the wicked to go
Got a mindset that nobody knows
Now this evil is taking control
And where's our freedom now
In a place we never wanted to be
Taking all my love away from me
Soon we'll take it to the fuckin' streets
And take back our liberty (scream)


My scream faltered when I tried to hit the note. I sighed in frustration and ran my fingers through my hair. Something I always did when I'm annoyed.

"Could we lower the note a bit?" Blue, our bassist, asked our manager.

"No! She's perfectly capable of hitting that note!" He ranted.

I grunted, "Yeah, when I'm singing! But when I'm screaming, my voice get's deeper. You know that!"

"Delilah, the note isn't changing. Now try a little harder," He squinted.

I sighed, and grabbed the mic. We were currently at the recording studio trying to record our album. But here's the catch; We've been here for eight hours. All because I can't hit some stupid fucking note. You try to growl in a high note. I highly doubt you can.

I sang the song up until the screaming part, then I inhaled deeply and screamed as high as I could. But my note stayed the same.

My throat was aching and my lungs were on fire. I knew if I continued any longer I would blow out my voice. And there is nothing worse to a screamer than blowing your voice. Because not only can't you scream, you can't sing either. And I typically sing more than I do scream, but same concept.

"I'm done, dude. Unless you want a singer with no sing, and a screamer with no scream, I suggest you let me take five," I said, throwing my hands up, and dropping the mic.

I strutted out of the booth and walked over to a group of couches and sat down. I leaned my head against the back wall and closed my eyes.

I felt the couch sink with the weight of another human and I opened an eye and saw Ana.

"Hey darling," I said.

"Hi. Are you okay?" She whispered.

She has the smallest, and sweetest voice ever. She may look a bit... bulky, but she's an extreme softie. Especially with romance movies. But that's another subject for another time.

"Why wouldn't I be?" I asked.

"Well, Usually you don't get so...upset at recording," She said.

"Well that asshole is driving me insane. He can't expect a low screamer to scream high. Unless I can find a pocket Kellin, then I can't do it,"

She giggled, "Why would you put Kellin Quinn in your pocket? He's so adorable,"

"I could pull him out and be like 'sing Kel' and he'd do it. And plus his voice is higher than mine, which is unusual for a dude but whatever,"

"Well, I think our time is up here. I mean it's two a.m." She said, smiling.

I glanced at the clock and sure enough, it was two.

I yawned and stretched my feet onto her lap and adjusted a pillow.

"I'm so tired!" I groaned.

"You're not the only one, sistah!" Tyler shouted from in the booth.

He was probably polishing his drumset. I swear that boy worships those two sticks. His whole life is about our band. And especially his boyfriend Chase. I know. He's gay. And it sucks for us because he's extremely adorable. But hey.... Nope. I don't have an inspirational quote. Come back later.

I laughed, "C'mon! Bedtime is calling my name!"

I stood up and walked to the door. Only to be grabbed by someone. I turned around and was met with the angry face of our manager, Steve.

"What is it now, Steven?" I said in the fakest of polite voices.

"You're not leaving yet. You still have to work on that high note,"

"Bro, chill. It's just Warped Tour. It's not like some big producer's gonna be there. Smoke some wee- No don't do that. Just get some good feelings into that....mean, mean little heart," I said, emphasizing the word 'mean'.

He glared at me then basically threw my wrist in my face.

"Well, damn," I said, lifting my hands in defeat.

Notes

The band's name is "Sorry We're Late." And the song is Monster by Ghost Town.. But kind of think of it as a female's song for now, okiee? ;3

And I'm using this character to amplify my personality..FUCK BEING POLITE! I SAY DUDE! *cough*

Whatever.