Control the Beat

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13 | Teen-napped

“You guys are lucky that he didn’t press charges!” Dave scolded.

I frowned at him, and glanced at Chase. “Can you charge someone for singing a song in a music camp?”

“I think it would be too ironic.” He replied.

Shannon nodded enthusiastically. “Where is our freedom to sing, huh?”

We were all standing at the dining area in front of Dave’s unamused face. Dave had called an emergency meeting, once all of the visitors had left, and he began to tear us down.

Some people looked at him as if they would cry, others, like myself, were merely amused with the situation. I didn’t understand what the big fuss was about. All the guests had loved the little show we had put on for them.

Dave scowled. “Jessica’s father has always been very generous to us-“

“Are you saying he’s paying you? God, what century is this? Who can be payed off like that anymore.” I snapped. “People and their stupid believes in higher and lower classes, who think they can buy their way through life, and don’t get me started on stereotypes!”

Shane patted my back, stopping me from ranting.

“You’re saying you can be bought Dave!” Shannon fake gasped. “I’m ashamed of you.”

“Don’t try and blame this on me-” Dave attempted, but was interrupted by Chase who began to shake his head and tut.

Chris stood behind Dave, chuckling at us. He knew fully well how we were going to play this situation out. I shot him a glare, still not happy by the fact that he had kept his identity from me, before facing Dave.

“I can say, that I speak for all of us, when I say that you have deeply disappointed us.” I sighed, placing my hand on my heart. “I need some space because of this. Good day. I said good day!”

I turned and stalked off, followed by all the ‘trouble makers’ that had sang Thrift Shop with me.

“That was easier than I thought.” Chase mused, coming up beside me.

I waved away his comment. “If you want to get out of trouble, you always begin to blame something on the adults.” I smirked. “Works like a charm.”

Shannon snickered, and bumped my shoulder.

“Are you going back to camp then?” She asked Chase with a slight smile.

Chase shrugged, “I might hang around here for a while.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “Why?”

“I want answers.”

I glared at him, and stalked on ahead.

Shannon watched us curiously. “Woah! So do I!”

“What do you want answered?” I snapped.

“What exactly happened last night?” She pushed.

“I told you, we’ll talk tonight.”

Chase rolled his eyes and interrupted. “Yeah fun. Now it’s my turn! What happened with that guy?”

“Wait, what guy!” Shannon yelped, running to catch up.

“No guy.” I groaned.

“May!” She protested.

“Tonight! I’ll explain tonight, just not right now.”

Shannon hesitated, before sighing and nodding.

I gave her a forced smile, “I’m going for a walk. See you later.”

“What about me?” Chase pouted.

“What about you?” I retorted.

He scowled at me. I rolled my eyes at his childishness. “I’m going for a walk.” I muttered, and headed towards the wood quickly, leaving Chase standing there watching me.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. I thought, as I walked through the woods.

I pushed the branches out of my way, and ignored the path. I didn’t want to come across people right now.

I stumbled across my own feet, landing on the ground.

“Fuck.” I cursed. I dusted off my hands and checked my legs for any cuts. There was a small graze on my knee, nothing that would kill me.

I’m a stupid idiot. I told myself. I freaking kissed it.

“Why can’t I be smart for once?” I grumbled. “No, May has to keep falling down.”

I buried my face in my hands in frustration. “Pull yourself together.” I growled.

Clambering to my feet, I began to walk further into the woods, jumping over trunks and dead grass. It was extremely quiet. All I could hear was a few birds chattering to themselves in the trees. I continued walking until I heard a noise from behind, and I turned. Yet I was too late because I found myself being lifted up, and carried away.

I gasped in surprise, fear beginning to bubble inside me. My heart was racing, and my breathing quickened. This couldn’t be happening. I am not getting kidnapped. Or young-adult-napped… Teen-napped? Whatever it’s called.

So I did the sensible thing.

I screamed.

And then I aimed for the family jewels.

The man groaned in pain, yet didn’t loosen his grip, he put me over his shoulder,still whimpering from the kick and attempted to carry me away.

“Put me down you son of a bitch!” I screamed, and managed to push myself over his shoulder, causing him to do a tumble to the ground.

I got up and ran back through the woods, dodging the trees and bushes, but ended up falling over at the exact same place as I did before. Like, what is wrong with that one area?

I heard the guy run up behind me, and before I could clamber to my feet, the person sighed, and wrapped his arms around my waist, lifting me into his chest. “Calm down would you?” He whispered.

I started to reply, but stopped myself and frowned.

You’ve got to be kidding me- I thought.

“Chase! You absolute moron! You scared the shit out of me!” I yelled, punching him repeatedly in the chest.

“Well, we needed to talk.” He shrugged.

“So you decide to kidnap me!” I cried.

“Drama queen.” He grumbled. “That kick hurt by the way.”

“It was supposed to, you dipshit.” I hissed. “Wait! I’m not a drama queen! What the hell was I supposed to think?”

Chase shrugged, finally letting me go. “You seemed really frustrated. I thought I could get your mind off things.”

I laughed, despite myself. “By kidnapping me?”

Chase smirked, “It worked right?”

“Stop stalking me.” I replied simply. I sat back down onto the ground, quite comfortable. I hoped that if I sat down, I’d get over my near heart attack, and be able to relax my breathing. Chase copied me.

“So…” He murmured.

“So…” I mocked.

He rolled his eyes. “Just tell me. Please. It’s irritating me not knowing.”

“Well, you do know all!” I teased.

“I know all because everyone tells me when I ask.”

“This should be a nice change then.”

He glared at me expectantly, earning a groan of protest in my behalf. “If I answer your questions. You answer mine.”

He nodded to the deal.

“What do you want to know?”

“Who is he?” He replied.

“His name is Marc.”

He tossed a leaf at me. “I got that much.”

“He used to be my best friend.” I added, throwing him a dirty look, and tossing the leaf back to him.

“What happened?”

“I’m not too sure how to explain.”

Chase sighed and rubbed his arms, trying to get comfortable. “Start at the beginning then.”

I rolled my eyes, and lay back on the ground. I closed my eyes, and sucked my teeth in irritation as I recollected the memories.

“It was his birthday, so we were both celebrating it. Like we just pigged out in front of some dance movies, and criticized their moves” I chuckled to myself, “We were planning on going to to the fair after the movies.”

“I take it you didn’t make it to the fair.” Chase mused.

“Are you telling this story, or am I!” I complained.

He raised his hands in defense, letting me continue.

“Anyway, so to cut the story short. No we didn’t go to the fair. He ended up kissing me.”

“Cute.” Chase snorted sarcastically, earning himself a slap.

“Anyway, so basically we had this casual thing going on. We’d randomly kiss, and act like nothing ever happened after it. That was all fine at the time, but now that I think back, he always kissed me whenever something in his life didn’t go right. But yeah.” I grumbled, “I was a naive bitch, I know.”

“What age were you?”



“So this went on for a year. A full fucking year, and then the usual happened, I fell in ‘love’ with him.” I finger quoted love. It made me feel disgusted with myself. “So then, on my fifteenth birthday. I told him how I felt. After a year of whatever he wanted to call it, I told him I liked him.”

I laughed humorlessly. “So he told me, ‘May.’” I mocked his annoyingly posh voice. “‘I like the way you do pranks, and play football instead of cheerleading, I like how you’re stubborn’ blah, blah, blah. ‘But I only like you as a friend.’”

I chuckled to myself, rethinking the words, “That would have been fine and all, but before he went to leave the stupid cunt tried to kiss me again.”

Chase raised his eyebrow, amused.

“I know right! Like, what the actual fuck was he at?” I laughed. “But yeah, I pushed him away, and told him to get lost. A week later, he was with the bitch Keara, herself. My enemy, the person who made my life hell.”

I sighed. “Ever since that, I hated him, but that’s not even it.”

“What else it there?” Chase pressed curiously.

“I kind of grew.. I don’t know distant? I changed a lot you see. I used to sing and dance everyday, and I only started again when I got here. But even here, when I sing and dance it’s for fun. Or to spite someone. It isn’t real anymore.”

Chase hesitated, gazing at me. “He sounds like a dick.”

“No. You are a dick. He is absolute scum.” I grumbled.

Chase looked thoughtful. “True I guess…” He shrugged. “But I didn’t understand the singing and dancing part. You’re amazing at it.”

“No… It’s just, I used to be able to fall into my own world when I sang and danced. But now I can’t control what I’m doing, I don’t know what my rhythm is anymore.” I murmured.

I picked up some twigs from the ground and played with them in my hand, waiting for his reply.

He didn’t reply. He merely stood up and walked towards me, holding his hand out to help me up.

I narrowed my eyes in confusion, yet allowed him to pull me to my feet. “What are you going to do?” I asked nervously, eyeing him.

“Who said I was going to do anything?” He mused.

“You’ve got that funny look on your face…”

“A funny look on my face?” He deadpanned.

I nodded innocently, and he chuckled.

“Whatever. I am going to help you get your beat back.”

“Wait. My what?” I chuckled.

“That’s the first thing you did wrong. You hesitated. You don’t seem like a girl who doesn’t take risks, why should that be different with your music?”

“Um, I don’t know? Come on, it’s not a big deal.”


I paused in confusion. “You said exactly as if that is meant to make a whole pile of sense, but it didn’t so can you like, rewind a bit?”

Chase just grinned. “You said that music didn’t feel real to you anymore. Fun, but not real. When you sing, you just sing. You don’t put you’re soul and heart into it like a person like you should. Not anymore. I’m going to get that back.”

To be honest, I still didn’t understand what he meant. He was talking rubbish and ranting on about nothing, so I decided to just nod along and agree with anything he’s says.

“So what are you going to do, oh wise one?” I mused smirking.

“I.” He pointed to himself. “Am going to sing.”

I nodded sarcastically at his answer, “Yes that would help me loads. Thanks.”

Chase rolled his eyes at my reply, but didn’t answer. He looked up for a moment, thinking. I couldn’t help but laugh at his expression. It was as if you could actually see the wheels turning in his head.

“What are you thinking of?” I smirked.

“A song that would suit you.”

“Most song’s do.” I replied.

“But you can’t control it.”He retorted.

“How do you control a song?”

“By living it.”

Suddenly Chase shot me a knowing smile, and cleared his throat, preparing to sing.

I swear if he has picked some annoying song that he knows I will hate. I will scream. I thought.

“I did my best to notice.
When the call came down the line.
Up to the platform of surrender,
I was brought but I was kind.” He sang gently.

I couldn’t help but smile. This was one of my favorite songs of all time.

“And sometimes I get nervous, when I see an open door.” He continued. “Close your eyes, clear your heart… Cut the cord.”

He looks at me expectantly.

“Are we human. Or are we dancer? My sign is vital, my hands are cold. And I’m on my knees looking for the answer.” I sang nervously.

I still don’t understand why I was nervous. Yet in some way, I never sang in front of someone, without having a proper reason to do so. “Are we human. Or are we dancer?”

Chase grinned, and poked my arm. Most likely he was trying to get rid of the nervous tension that was building up inside me.

“Pay my respects to grace and virtue..
Send my condolences to good.
Hear my regards to soul and romance!
They always did the best they could.” He sang along with me, our voices began to get louder.

“And so long to devotion!
You taught me everything I know…
Wave goodbye, wish me well..
You’ve gotta let me go.

I began to smile.

This is how it felt to really enjoy a song. I didn’t have to sing alone in my room with no one hearing me. I didn’t have to sing to spite someone, or teach someone a lesson about racism or to annoy older men. I could sing because I’m good at it. And for some reason I had forgotten that..

I just sang because I felt it. I closed my eyes, letting our voices take over my head.

“Are we human! Or are we dancers!
My sign is vital. My hands are cold!
And I’m on my knees looking for the answer…
Are we human? Or are we dancer…”

I wrapped my arms around Chase and hugged him. I didn’t know what else to do in the situation. “Thank you, loser.” I murmured.

He seemed shocked by my hug, but chuckled anyway.

“You’re welcome.”

He let me go.

I hesitated, trying to think of a way to smooth my situation. “You have to answer my question now…”

“Shoot.” He whispered.

“If that girl was your ex, why was she here?”

He smirked cockily at me, “Jealous?”

“Pfft. If that helps you sleep at night.” I grumbled in reply.

“Isn’t it obvious why she was here? She wanted this back.” He gestured to his body. I really wish he hadn’t because that caused me to glance down at his (yes I’ll admit) amazing body.

“But I laughed. A lot. And then she started to laugh too, because I was laughing. But I was laughing because she asked me if I would change my mind about the break up. And I was like, why the fuck is this girl laughing?”

I nodded along to his little rant, still gazing at his chest.

“Nice view?”

I glared at him before shrugging. “Yes. Yes I was checking you out. Yolo and all that.” I told him casually, and smirked at his surprised face. “You’re sexy and you know it!” I began to do a small dance, before looking up to see him still staring at me.

His open mouth was replaced with a smirk, and before he could say anything I added. “But you are also a dick, and you show it.”

Chase pouted playfully at me. “I know I’m sexy. And so do you.”

I rolled my eyes. “Get lost. I’m giving you the benefit of the doubt due to the fact that you helped me.

He laughed loudly and came closer to me. “You are very welcome for that very touching and emotional moment I gave you.” He whispered into my ear.I swallowed slowly, nodding in reply.

“It’s weird how you were able to help.” I croaked.

He shrugged and began to walk away before turning around to me again. “Music isn’t just a sound. It’s a beat. Everything becomes perfect when you control the beat.”

He winked at me and then walked off leaving me standing awestruck in the middle of nowhere.

“Damn that was actually good.” I whispered to myself. My phone buzzed and I pulled it out to see a message from Shannon. I instantly regretted sharing my number with her.

‘Explanation time!’ -Shan

“Round two. Ding ding.” I grumbled. Pushing my phone back into my pocket.

Music isn’t just a sound. It’s a beat. Everything becomes perfect when you control the beat. I replayed his words in my head.

I’ll remember that.

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