Angels Wear Black

We were given our new song. Royals by Lorde. Sweet! All we sang in America was classical songs. Nothing fun.
"Lina, can you sing the alto one line, please?"
"Sure." I said. Figuring their were other Alto Ones. He started the music.

I've never seen a diamond in the flesh
I cut my teeth on wedding rings in the movies
And I'm not proud of my address,
In a torn-up town, no postcode envy

But every song's like gold teeth, grey goose, trippin' in the bathroom
Blood stains, ball gowns, trashin' the hotel room,
We don't care, we're driving Cadillacs in our dreams.
But everybody's like Cristal, Maybach, diamonds on your timepiece.
Jet planes, islands, tigers on a gold leash.
We don't care, we aren't caught up in your love affair.

And we'll never be royals (royals).
It don't run in our blood,
That kind of luxe just ain't for us.
We crave a different kind of buzz.
Let me be your ruler (ruler),
You can call me queen Bee
And baby I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule.
Let me live that fantasy.

By the time we hit the refrain. I realized, I was singing solo. I kept singing. Everyone was glaring at me. Except One Direction, they were smiling from ear-to-ear. We finished the song. And everyone-but Daisy-started randomly clapping. I looked around.
"We need more American singers!" Some guy in the Tenor section yelled. Everyone agreed. I just smiled. And tried to figure out what just happened.
"Great job, Lina!" Mr. Harp said. The bell rang. I got my books.
"Hey, your an awesome singer!" Zayn said. All the other guys crowded me.
"I've got to get to class. Don't want a tardy on my first day."
"See you at lunch tomorrow?" Louis asked.
"S-sure.See you tomorrow." I smiled, and waved. Daisy was waiting for me by the door.
"You little liar!" She said.
"Excuse me?" I asked.
"Oh, I'm not much of a singer." She said. "Your a great liar."
"Well, I'm not the only liar here."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"We're not big singing fans?" I said. Her cheeks grew red.
"Fine. You know what, I won't tell if you don't tell."
"Fine with me." I said, walking away.
"You know, your only our tag-along. You know that right?" What?
"Y-yeah."
"Your like the black angel that no one cares about." What?!
"So?" I acted. Man, I'm getting good at this.
"So, black angels aren't allowed to do the showcase." Since when? "And if you decide to do it, I will tell May about your little lying stunt. And shall I add, getting noticed by to her guy?" I thought he's dating Perrie.
"He's dating Perrie." I said.
"Not Zayn, idiot! Harry. You know, Harry Styles?"
"I know who he is. And he was NOT noticing me."
"Oh, he was darling. And if you enter the showcase, I'll make sure May knows. In fact, I'll make sure you two never get together. Do you understand, Black angel?" I nodded, not wanting to ruin my life on the first day. He was noticing me! Sweet! "Oh, and don't even think about sitting with them tomorrow. I'll make sure she knows everything." She walked away. Leaving me here. As The Angel In Black.

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