The Enthralled Dream (re-writing)

The house that the Over’s was staying in was gorgeous. It was white and had many windows. It was what I imagined the Cullen’s house to be like in Twilight.
Almost immediately, all the girls were grouping up in rooms. As I plopped down in my solo room, I sighed and called Marcus (who was forced to stay in a hotel room).
“Hey, love.”
“I’m such a freak.”
“Woah. Where is this coming from?” he asked.
“I got a room by myself because all of the girls were grouped up,” I said.
“That’s a bad thing? I would rather be by myself than be with an annoying bitch.”
“I take that as a compliment,” I smiled, knowing full well that was a jab at me.
Marcus chuckled.
“Well, I have to unpack. I’ll call ya later,” I said.
“Alright. Love ya, bye love.”
I then hung up with an eye roll.
I turned on my music, wanting to hear a specific artist.
When Unforgettable by Thomas Rhett flowed through my speakers, I smiled softly.
I started humming along with the song as I unpacked everything- my clothes, my shoes, pictures.
I was staring at a picture of me and my father as I played with the necklace around my neck. I got it for my fourteenth birthday from him, the last birthday he was here.
“I’m doing this, Daddy. I know you are so proud of me, and I can’t even imagine what kind of pictures you’re taking from Heaven. I can’t wait to see them,” I said, thinking of my dad with his huge-ass camera.
My dad was a photographer and loved taking every kind of picture- nature and people. My mom was his muse before I was born, and then we both were. There are so many pictures of us during the good times that sometimes I just get lost in them and forget the bad for a few seconds.
I was broken out of my thoughts with someone knocking on my door, making me stand up and pause my music.
“Who is it?” I called, wondering who could possibly need to come in here.
The door opened slightly and a gorgeous girl popped her head in. She had different color hair pulled into a ponytail.
“Hi! I’m Danielle! I heard your music and am in love with Thomas Rhett, specifically this song, so I was wondering if you wanted to be friends?” Danielle said, sticking her hand out.
I laughed because I haven’t been asked for a friendship like this since kindergarten.
“Of course! I’m Elizabella, but you can call me any shorter version of that. Most people call me Liz, but I respond to Liz, Liza, Eliza, Bella, and Elizabella,” I said, sticking my hand out.
“Most people don’t listen to country music around here. Where are you from?”
“Ireland, specifically Galway.”
“Galway girl, eh?” she asked, making me smile.
“I have never played the fiddle with an Irish band or fell in love with an Englishman,” I smirked.
She immediately started laughing.
“I like you. If we both make it to Judge’s House, we’ll have to room together. Sound like a plan?”
“Sounds awesome.”
“Well, I’m going to let you get back to unpacking. It was nice meeting you,” she said, as she turned towards the door with a wave.
“Nice meeting ya too!” I said, my Irish accent thick.
I went back to unpacking my things as my music flowed through the room.
Suddenly, 18 by One Direction came on and I giggled.
I hummed along until my true Irish heritage came out.
“We took a chonce” I sang.
“For God’s sake, turn that shit down!” someone yelled, barging into my room.
“For God’s sake, there is this thing called knocking! Ya better learn it!” I yelled back.
I wasn’t in the mood to deal with drama queens today.
“I wouldn’t have had to barge in here if you weren’t playing that shit so loud!”
“Woah. Ladies, what’s going on here?” I heard a familiar accent ask, making me smirk and cross my arms over my chest.
“Yes, please tell Louis what’s going on here,” I snapped.
It was dead silent throughout the whole house. You could hear a pin drop in the kitchen.
“She won’t stop playing her shit music too loud,” the girl claimed shoving her hand towards me.
“Well, now that hurts me feelings. Ma band worked hard on that album,” Louis said, making me bite my lip to hold my laughter as her face went to complete shock.
“You set me up!” she yelled, making me hold my hands up in surrender.
“I didn’t. You did that yourself. I was just unpacking, minding my own business.”
She stormed out of the room, making me snicker. Louis turned to me with a smile.
“You’ve got good music tastes.”
“Well, thank ya.”
“It’s very… broad. I’ve been listening. It started with country, then went to Fall Out Boy, Bon Jovi, before going to One Direction.”
“That’s honestly why I don’t understand what kind of music she listens to. I got some rap in there, along with some metal. If she would’ve waited, she would’ve heard some of her music in there.”
He started laughing and nodded.
“Well, coaches aren’t really supposed to interact with the contestants until we find out our category.”
I waved goodbye and finished unpacking.
As I suspected, a rap song came on following the One Direction song. I smiled as Blessings by Lecrae ft. Ty Dolla Sign.
I danced around my room as I sang and rapped along with the song.
Count it up, count it up, count it up
Line 'em up, line 'em up, line 'em up
Swear the sun shinin' on me in my huddle
No matter the trouble surroundin' us
They don't see that it's a lot of us
Everybody move anonymous
Won't take that credit, I know where we get it
Them blessings be comin' from God above.

Notes

Hello, all!!
Let me know what you think of this edited version of Chapter 2!! :)