Bit 4 Chapter IV - Campfire Song

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The campfire blazed a brilliant orange as the sky began to darken into night. Sitting on the sidelines, Georgina tried to cheer Erika up.

“Don’t worry about it, hon,” she encouraged, “it’s not that bad. I can hardly see it!”

“I’m scarred!” Erika, burying her face into Georgina’s shirt. “The beast tried to eat my face!

“It nibbled your cheek,” Georgina patted Erika’s back.

“This is why I hate horses! I never want to hear the word again! Ever! That…!” Erika began to tremble with fury. “That jerk did this to me!” Lunging out of Georgina’s grasp, Erika bee-lined it for where Joel was sitting, but got caught by the collar.

“Don’t go making a scene, now! It’s not Joel who bit you.”

“He might as well have,” Erika mumbled, slouching down in her seat.

“Cool your tops, hon,” Georgina said, smiling.

“So, staff, does anyone have a favorite song?” the leader who led the staff camp fire, Norman asked. He could hardly be heard over the chatter of the staff members.

Erika’s eyes gleamed with sudden mischief. She raised her hand.

“Erika?” Norman said, raising his eyebrows. The other staff members turn to look at her. She never spoke up for group songs. “You’ve got a song?”

“Actually, a dare,” Erika grinned evilly in the fire light. The staff members hooted. They loved it when members dared each other to sing in front of everyone! “I dare Joel O’Brien to sing the Plain White T’s killer number! Hey There Delilah!

Joel paled as beads of sweat raced down his face. “You… want me to… what?!

“You heard me!” Erika crossed her arms. “Sing Hey There Delilah! And do it like you mean it!” Sucker!

Barely able to open his mouth, Joel stood up from the crowd and went to the front, his face looking a pale shade of purple. Everyone clapped for him, except Erika.

Joel cleared his throat, still looking absolutely purple. Norman plucked the first few chords to the upbeat song. Within the first few moments of the song’s beginning, Joel had already missed his cue to start singing.

Wow, Erika rolled her eyes, what a pansy!

Norman started again and this time, Joel came in a bit too early, but it was getting late so they didn’t start again. If the staff thought dares was fun, they automatically changed their minds as soon as Joel began to sing. Many of them plugged their ears half way through the first verse. Erika tried to restrain her hysterics, but ended up failing.

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