She sings, yes she does, Taylor sings, her voice echoing out from the phone and around the room....now thats what you call music. Wonderful, beautiful flowing music. Then he arrives. Hey Taylor Swift cant sing, she alters her voice like all the time dude....

*Flashback* last year

Hes there at the bus-stop, listening to his kind of music. Hey you going for rafflesian spotlight? yeah i guess. With who? Gerald. Gerald? as in Gerald lee???Yeah...Erm Gerald can play the guitar well but he cant sing.--------His demeanor changes, rapidly becoming something...different. Something scarier.Can--You--Do--Any--Better it growls at me. Actually yes, i can. Prove it, PROVE IT NOW....Dude theres so many people here, its a public place.....yeah yeah whatever.

*Present*
Anger wells up within me..frustration......I open my mouth, but I let it go. I just closed my mouth and let it go. Why? I dont really know, but then again, I didnt really let it go did I?

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