Author's Note: I will most likely be updating Lucy Sohma and another new story today. But for now, enjoy the first chapter of Angel Singer!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for the title and plot.
I can't believe that jerk! He seriously left me for a new meister! We were dating! I didn't know that there was a problem with us, but if there was, he should have just come to me instead of cheating on me.
So, I decided to leave my life in Death City and become a singer. I bet Soul doesn't even remember me. That's good for me, because if he ever sees me again, he won't realize most of my songs are about him. Right now, I'm getting ready for my next concert. My fake name here is Kami Soul. Kami for my mother and Soul for, well, Soul. "Ms. Soul, you need to be onstage in 10 seconds!" My manager called. I smiled. Today was my revenge concert. "Alright!" I called back, and stood up, brushing off my outfit. I looked down at it, a black tank top, a black leather jacket, and black skinny jeans. I picked up my baseball bat and walked out onto stage. "Hey! Are you ready to rock?" I shouted. Everyone shouted back, "Yeah!" "Alright! Let's get this party started!" I started singing right away.
(Before He Cheats by Carrie Underwood)
Right now, he's probably slow-dancing
With a bleached-blonde tramp
And she's probably getting frisky
Right now, he's probably buying her
Some fruity little drink
'Cause she can't shoot whiskey
Right now, he's probably up behind her
With a pool-stick showing her
How to shoot a combo
Oh, and he don't know
I dug my key into the side
Of his pretty little souped-up four-wheel drive
Carved my name into his leather seats
I took a Louisville Slugger to both headlights
Slashed a hole in all four tires
And maybe next time he'll think before he cheats
Right now, she's probably up singing some
White-trash version of Shania karaoke
Right now, she's probably saying, "I'm drunk,"
And he's a thinking that he's gonna get lucky
Right now, he's probably dabbing on three dollars' worth of that bathroom polo,
Oh and he don't know
I mighta saved a little trouble for the next girl
'Cause the next time that he cheats
Oh, you know it won't be on me
No, not on me
The audience applauded really loudly, and I smirked. "Y'all ready for the next one?" "Yeah!" "Alright! This one goes out to my friend Black Star!"
(You're Gonna Go Far, Kid by The Offspring)
Show me how to lie; you're getting better all the time
And turning all against the one is an art that's hard to teach
Another clever word sets off an unsuspecting herd
And as you step back in the line a mob jumps to their feet
Now, dance, f**ker, dance, man he never had a chance
And no one even knew it was really only you
And now you steal away
Take him out today
Nice work you did
You're gonna go far, kid
With a thousand lies and a good disguise
Hit 'em right between the eyes, hit 'em right between the eyes
When you walk away, nothin' more to say
See the lightning in your eyes; see 'em running for their lives
Slowly outta line and drifting closer in your sights
So play it out I'm wide awake, it's a scene about me
There's something in your way and now someone is gonna pay
And if you can't get what you want, well, it's all because of me
(I'm too lazy to type the rest of the lyrics, so just listen to the song on YouTube)
I sang a few more songs, and then finished up the concert. Little did I know, however, that a certain white-haired scythe was sitting on the sofa, watching my concert live.