A/n: Hey my dudes! I'm finally back! Think of this as a late Christmas present to you... yeah, I'm literally the worst writer ever... I have two New Years resolutions this year. 1) Drink more water because I'm literally always dehydrated. The second liquid touches my lips I can literally feel my body soak it up. And 2) Write more because I haven't been doing that much. I'm so sorry.

Anyways, please help me decide a song for the reader to sing at the next show. I'm thinking Scars to your beautiful, something uplifting like that. Please leave a suggestion. Also if you have songs for everyone else to sing that would be handy too (:

Word count- 1277 words

Warning- this could trigger someone, it includes depression and cutting in song lyrics so if that bothers you please don't read anything in italics!

Enjoy~

Your POV

Not even a week after the press had come to the new theater, Buster had decided to start practice. I was so excited to be able to sing again, and to be able to do it in a place as amazing as the New Moon Theater. Still, I couldn't help but feel nervous about being around everyone once more.

I still couldn't understand why they were being so nice to me.

"Listen up, everyone," Buster said as all of us gathered up on stage. "Today is an important day! You saw how excited everyone is for the new show; we need to make this one even better than the last!"

I didn't know if I could be good enough for that...

"So," He continued. "Today I want everyone to find a song or two they'd consider singing for the show."

In a few minutes everyone had at least an idea, which was better than me, who had no idea. Buster had all of them sing a few moments of the song to see if they were a good fit, and just as I had expected, they all did amazing.

Finally I was the last one. I didn't have a song in mind.

Stupid me.

"Have one in mind?" Buster asked kindly.

"I-I... no." I said, shuffling so I took a stance where my toes pointed in to each other slightly. One arm crossed over my body, while I brought my other hand to my mouth, lightly biting my nails. It was a habit of mine, my stance of weakness, I called it.

And I guess I did look pretty pathetic because Buster said, "How about you just sing the first song that comes to mind?"

I nervously walked up to the microphone (Jesus I wrote microwave. Damn pizza rolls), and adjusted it to my height with shaky hands. "Like... anything?" I asked.

"Yeah, just a minute or so."

I took a deep breath and started to sing...

"I may seem crazy
Or painfully shy
And these scars wouldn't be so hidden
If you would just look me in the eye
I feel alone here and cold here
Though I don't want to die
But the only anesthetic that makes me feel anything kills inside
I do not want to be afraid
I do not want to die inside just to breathe in
I'm tired of feeling so numb
Relief exists I find it when
I am cut."

"And another," Buster said. No hate for me or my song choice showed in his words or face, but he must not have liked it...

I tried again.

"I know you've got the best intentions
Just trying to find the right words to say
I promise, I've already learned my lesson
But right now I wanna be not okay
I'm so tired, sitting here waiting
If I hear one more "Just be patient"
It's always gonna stay the same
So let me just give up
So let me just let go
If this isn't good for me
Well I don't wanna know
Let me just stop trying
Let me just stop fighting
I don't want your good advice
Or reasons why I'm alright
You don't know what it's like
You don't know what it's like."

After a moment of ear-splitting silence, Buster finally spoke. "Your voice is so beautiful in any song you sing, but I think you should go for something more... uplifting."

He hated it. He hated my choice of songs. He hated me.

"I think you should try 'Scars to your beautiful'."

That song literally went against everything I ever thought about myself.

"I haven't ever... sung it before."

"But you've heard it right?"

I have. I was always listening to some music. Usually I stuck close to my own taste... which happened to me more... depressing music.

"Yeah... I guess," I said.

"Great, just sing as much as you can."

I was totally out of my comfort zone, but some force deep inside of me was compelling me to keep going.

"She just wants to be beautiful
She goes unnoticed, she knows no limits
She craves attention, she praises an image
She prays to be sculpted by the sculptor
Oh, she don't see the light that's shining
Deeper than the eyes can find it
Maybe we have made her blind
So she tries to cover up her pain and cut her woes away
'Cause cover girls don't cry after their face is made
But there's a hope that's waiting for you in the dark
You should know you're beautiful just the way you are
And you don't have to change a thing, the world could change its heart
No scars to your beautiful, we're stars and we're beautiful
Oh-oh, oh-oh
And you don't have to change a thing, the world could change its heart
No scars to your beautiful, we're stars and we're beautiful."

Somewhere along the song I had closed my eyes, and in the silence that followed I opened one of my eyes. To my surprise everyone was smiling at me. My eyes caught Johnny's, who was giving me a thumbs-up.

"I think that's a very good start," Buster said with a smile.

A small smile grew on my face.

"I also was thinking of incorporating a group act this show," He added.

"Like all of us at once, or..." Ash asked.

Buster nodded. " A cappella," He stated. "I have just the song in mind." He rummaged in his pocket for his phone, in a few moments he pulled up the lyrics to a remix.

"It's perfect," Rosita said.

"Will we be dancing?" Gunter asked.

"Yes, Gunter, so we will need to get to work as soon as possible!"

"When?" Johnny asked.

"First thing tomorrow morning. Bright and early!"

"Oh, this is gonna be so exciting!" Meena exclaimed.

A big smile appeared on my face, I couldn't help it. In my bliss I didn't realize that everyone was staring at me, but the moment I did my face went back to normal and I blushed deeply, looking away with shame.

In this stance I couldn't notice everyone looking at me sadly, wishing that they could see me look truly happy once more.

"Everyone go home and get a good nights rest," Buster said. "We have a long day ahead of us."

And with that we left the theater. Luckily it was dark out so no one was really around.

The moment I got home I collapsed onto my bed. In a few moments I was asleep, wishing for tomorrow to come fast.

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A/n: Again please leave some song suggestions for the reader and the other characters to sing. It would help me a lot!

See ya next time, my dudes!

~B