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Where's My Happy Ending?
EPOV
As expected, as soon as Al asked who was first, Alice’s hand shot up into the air-right on the line between natural and supernatural speed. Bella chuckled quietly and waved her down. Al laughed and put down her drum sticks, Owen shook his head-slinging his guitar back behind his back, and Grace followed his movement and waited.
Once Alice was on stage she walked to Grace, who smiled and told her what her song was. I laughed. For some reason I hadn’t been able to pick out the song from the thoughts, but Grace’s whisper was enough. Ahh, what a perfect song for Alice.
She seemed to think so too. She smiled, and walked up to the microphone and waited for the music to start. Owen moved behind the keyboard and pressed a few buttons, changing the sound, and then the music started.
(Al and Grace), Alice
Some boys kiss me, some boys hug me
I think they’re o.k.
If they don’t give me proper credit
I just walk away
They can beg and they can plead
But they cant see the light, that’s right
cause the boy with the cold hard cash
Is always mister right, cause we are
Chorus:
Living in a material world
And I am a material girl
You know that we are living in a material world
And I am a material girl
Alice was hilarious when she did her little dance, and yes she was doing a dance.
Some boys romance, some boys slow dance
That’s all right with me
If they cant raise my interest then i
Have to let them be
Some boys try and some boys lie but
I don’t let them play
Only boys who save their pennies
Make my rainy day, cause they are
(chorus)
Living in a material world [material]
Living in a material world
(repeat)
Boys may come and boys may go
And that’s all right you see
Experience has made me rich
And now they’re after me, cause everybody’s
She would know. Jasper was laughing his head off, watching his wife on stage singing like this. I have to admit, it was funny.
(chorus)


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