Description Megan's POV "Not a word." I said as I sat down beside Nick in Mr. Brown's Vocals class, once again it was the only seat available. Nick opened his mouth to say something and I put up my hand to stop him, "Not a word." I repeated as Mr. Brown walked in. "Alright, students listen up. Yesterday I got a little sample of what I have to work with this year, but singing is only half the battle! It isn't worth anything if you can't write your own music, unless you want to be stuck singing Barbie Girl the rest of your life, you have to learn to do both. You have one hour to at least start writing an original song. You can be anywhere in the school, but you have to show me what you have done at the end of class. Go." I got up, grabbing my notebook and a pencil and walked over to Mr. Brown. "Can I go get my guitar and work in the cafeteria?" I asked. "Of course!" Mr. Brown said with a smile and I walked out the door towards my locker. When I reached it I grabbed my guitar key and went back to the guitar storage room. 5 minutes later I was sitting in the cafeteria at one of the tables, strumming random chords trying to come up with a song. Then I remembered I had to write a song for Stephen's video...maybe I should write one about him. I started strumming another set of random chords and I started sounding good. I started humming along, trying to think of lyrics. I closed my eyes and strummed and a lyrics popped into my head, just like it did yesterday with Joe. This time, after the <b>...</b>
