Chapter 11 : Too Late
*Ophelia*
I can hardly believe what’s happening right now. The entire plaza is watching ME. I don’t even care if the music isn’t blasting along with the track. My heels glide across the stage to take me to where Camila stands front and center. It’s terrifying and invigorating at the same time.
Asher grins at me from the side of the stage, his smile plastered across his whole face. He’s here, and I know he’s cheering me on.
Camila opens her mouth and a screech unlike any other I’ve heard before starts. Is this what Camila thinks singing is?
Does she think she’s a singer?
Asher and I cover our ears, followed by a couple of crowd members. It sounds like a dying animal shouting into the microphone. God, I didn’t think someone could be THIS bad at finding a note.
“Nope, no, you need to stop,” Asher says, reaching out and taking the microphone. “You’re going to make us all deaf before you get to the chorus!”
“I wasn’t finished!” Camila demands.