MIA
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"Ugh, there it is that psychotic competitiveness glowing in her eyes. I'll feel better if you go first, little Mia. But don't you pick Black Magic because I'll sing that one with Cami," Hendrik groaned.
"Yeah, Will and I will go with Superman," Irina stated firmly.
"Me and Tasia will pick Love the Way You Lie!" Pieter exclaimed.
"I only know Mockingbird, so that's mine," Julia picked hers.
"I'll go with Monster, me and Lessy," Bram joined them on the picking.
I rolled my eyes, unbothered, "You are leaving the best ones for me either way," opening the bottle of whiskey again, I took a sip, then a spoonful of tiramisu, and the I turned to Leo. "I'll a calmer one so you will feel better. I'll pick Venom."
"Sounds befitting," Misha mocked under his breath and I couldn't help glaring at him.
Why the hell is he doing this to me now?
He didn't attack me like this before, so why the hell? Is because of Emma? I hate it.
I hate every single second of it. It hurts.
Swallowing, I clenched my jaw and turned to Leo again, "Come Leo, play the song. It's time to let the Von Barnhardt side of us shine."
Winking at me, he turned the sound of the songs on, and I allowed the rapper inside me to take over, leaning closer to them, done with holding it back just to make them feel better. There's no fucking holding it back when it comes to sing an Eminem song, not when he was papa's favorite artist. Him and Rihanna, and I'm never holding back on any of them, because he would be disappointed.
We didn't stop, we went one after the other, enjoying the Eminem fever. And I think this was the first time in my life I ever enjoyed spending time with my siblings, the Campobello, and the others like this. Even thought I'm being myself, they didn't complain like they used to, and that made me feel definitely better.
Every time one of my siblings began singing, I lip-synched the songs, no being able to hold myself. Going with their vibe.
When Bram and Alessia finished theirs, I was about to tell them I was going to sing Godzilla with is Eminem's with Juice WRLD, my favorite, which also happens to be Misha's favorite, if the amount of times I noticed he listened to it when I stalked his Spotify was anything to go by, he spoke before I could.
"Sing one with me, Em," he asked her, making me cringe.
Em?
EM?
I feel like dying.
She frowned, "An Eminem song?"
A nod, "I want to sing Godzilla," hah, this world is so fucking cruel.
"None of us can rap, Misha," Emma chuckled anxiously. "And Godzilla happens to have a fucking insane rap on it. Sure, Juice WRLD's part is vocal and all, but I can't sing Eminem's part."
"You don't need to sing it perfectly, Em. Just enjoy yourself, sing the way you can, that will be good. Come on," he tried, and he gave her a pouting look.
"I can't. I'm not going to sing anything if I'm not perfect at it," she side-glared me and I glared back at her, angered beyond my mind. "Not when she is here. Sorry, I can't sing that rap, even if it was a slowed one like the others, I would not sing it. Ask one of my brothers. I'll sing next with Rosa."
I had to bit my bottom lip not to give her a bitter sarcastic retort. And it made me annoyed out of my mind to see that she wasn't even trying to sing it with him, just because I'm here. Damn it, she may not be in love with him, but weren't they supposed to be best friends? Hah, she's making it obvious that she's with Rosa and not with him, and I don't even need to scream that to the others.
"Ay, Misha, I can't sing that rap," Pieter groaned. "It's too fast for me."
"Me neither," Willem, Bram, and Hendrik groaned.
"Guess I'll pick another one," he said calmly, but he was visually annoyed.
And before I could say anything, Leo butt in, "Mia can sing that rap!"
My eyes widened and I'm pretty sure my face turned red, "Leonid!"
"What?" He played dumb. "It's literally your favorite Eminem song, Mia. Just sing the damn song with him. It won't break your jaw, will it?"
Everyone turned to me and Misha's blue eyes widened unnoticeably for the others but not for me, as if he was surprised about that. Be it because I can sing it or because our favorite Eminem song is the same, and for once, I don't like it just because he does, since I liked it before he did. Feeling my skin heat up, I pressed my lips together, staring at him.
"Oh, swallow your pride, Mia!" Luigi scoffed. "Sing the rap."
"I can pick another one, guys, it's fine," Misha looked away from me.
Ugh. "Ay, fine. I'll sing it. You take Juice's part, I'll take Eminem. But you better not get a note or pitch wrong, Grigori Mikhail, or I'll sing it all alone," I warned him, doing my best to change this damn mood.
He scoffed, "As if I would. You better not get the rap wrong, Zoe Maud." Excuse me?
I gasped, "Don't offend me, Grigori Mikhail. I never, in my life, do anything wrong. I'm build different," I said with a smug on. "I was born talented and good at everything I do. I can't say the same to you, can I?"
"I'm serious, Zoe Maud. Don't get the damn rap wrong!"
I scoffed, licking my lips slowly, a vicious sneer curling up the corners of my lips, because he's got to be fucking kidding me. "Hah," I clicked my tongue. "Play the bloody song, Leo. And prepare Last One Standing because I'll sing it right after I'm done with this, I'll sing the part of all the four singers."
"Santo Dio, you got her really mad, Misha!" Maria chuckled, clapping her hands together. "She's trying to go for humiliation."
"Shut up, Anya," I growled and kept my glare on Misha. "The song, Leo!"
Oh, man, I'm so fucking happy.
To think I'll sing my favorite Eminem song with the love of my fucking life.
I feel like crying.
Leo just saved my ass here, Dio mio, though I'm never admitting that to him.
Maintaining my gaze on Misha's ocean blue eyes, unmovable, I allowed the spirit of the song take over me, grinning mischievously while singing for almost all of my first part. He didn't take his eyes off mine, and he free his hand from Emma's as he leaned closer, elbows on his knees as he sang his part as perfectly as I imagined he would. And as I imagined in my dreams, our voices sounded beyond perfect together.
Fuck, I feel like presenting Leo with a real estate just for helping me out on this, even though I told him not to.
I sang every single little word of the song, my eyes never wandering away from his, and getting every extra fast second right. It took me five days to get this song as perfect as I can sing it now. And he seemed annoyed but amused that I did get it all perfectly.
As we finished it, I felt desperate to sing a fully vocal song with him, just to be sure that our voices suited each other as perfectly together. We didn't break the eye contact even after we finished the song. I'm unable to do that, let him break it whenever he wants. I refuse.