Angels Wear Black

I walked into choir class, where I was forced to stand there. Like an idiot. While people whispered and talked. Probably about: me. I sighed. Then-according to my schedule-Mr.Hark walked in.
"Class, I want you to meet Lina Foxx. She's from-"
"America!" Daisy-she's in here?-shouted.
"Yes, daisy. Thank you. Now, I need to see what part your in."
"Oh, I have papers right here. From my previous teacher." He nodded. And read. Silently.
"Alto. Great. Over there." He pointed to the other side. Where a few girls were placed. And not your let's be friends forever! types of people. I took a seat. Lonely. Once again. I looked over at Daisy. We're not big singing fans. There is obviously a lot I don't know. "Now, ladies and gentlemen behave for the visitors. They are here to help you. Not be your buddy, Danielle." A girl with big glasses and crazy, curly hair on the soprano sighed looked at her feet. Then, the door knocked. And girls went crazy. Whose here anyways? I tried to see, but Mr. Hark was in the way. I sighed. And grabbed my pen and drew a black angel on my lower wrist.
"Harry, Liam, Louis, Niall, and Zayn. Its so great to see you!" I lifted my head up a bit to see One Direction at the front of our classroom. Why are they here?
"Ello, loves." Louis said. Girls cheered with happiness. OMG! One Direction is HERE!
"Ready to sing?" Harry asked. Everyone nodded.
"Great! Today we have a new song we know you'll like!" Zayn said.
"Okay, now boys. Got to your assigned areas." Mr. Hark said. Most of them went to the tenor section. But Zayn came over to the Alto section. And sat right next to...me?
"Hi, I'm Zayn." He offered his hand.
"I'm Lina."
"New?"
"How'dya know?" I asked.
"Accent. Ad I haven't seen you here before." I nodded. He looked at my wrists. "Cool tattoos."
"Its pen. I drew them."
"No kidding."
"Not kidding at all."
"They're cool. But, what do they mean?" He asked. Never thought of that. I've just always...drawn them.
"I don't know. I've just always drawn them. For no reason."
"There has to be a reason. There's a reason for everything." I thought about it. What do they mean?
"So, why are you here?" I asked, distracting myself.
"Oh, there's a big showcase at the end of the year. Celebrities come to help train people. We were chosen this year. Being the number one boy band in the world and everything." I nodded. Showcase?
"So, its like a...talent show." He nodded.
"Anyone can enter." He said. I nodded. Anyone?

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