Seven Emotions [Process of Editing]

~|Chapter 28|~

[Edited]

The car ride this time is way more chaotic, with Harmony literally forcing me, the driver, to fùcking heat up the car whilst I am on the fùcking highway with everyone else screaming for me to, quote, 'Slow down!'

"YOU DON'T KNOW THE TRUE MEANING OF DRIVING!" I scream, trying to block out Harmony's yelling. "WHY!? WHY DID THEY LET YOU DRIVE!?" Rachel screamed, holding on tightly to Delta, who looks like he is going to have to take a bunch of therapy lessons to calm down.

The only people who seems to understand my driving were Blake and Genevieve, who literally just don't give two shìts even if they got paid.

"Pchkcalamaniumaniak," Rebecca mumbles. "A heavy sleeper like her is such a great thing to be in situations like this!" Vlad screams. "TuRn Up ThE fUcKiNg HeAt," Harmony screeches .

I stomp on the breaks at the red light and turned up the heat, as well as closing all the windows. "Arieslians must think we're crazy at this point," I laugh.

The light turns green and I drive again, this time slowly down a bit as I notice Adam has a very tired expression.

A few minutes later, we arrive at the Adicate Mansion and Delta gets out, promptly running inside and probably throwing up. "Your driving is enough to give any human motion sickness," Delilah commented.

"I know~!" After changing clothes, we get into the kitchen to plan our meal. "Where's the chef?" Liam asks. "Psh! We don't need 'em! I have the perfect food to cook!" I boasted.

I fill a pot 3/4 of the way with water and proceed to boil it. In the cupboard, I search for the item. "Ah~! Found it!"

I rip open the packaging and plop it in the water. "Curry? Are you serious?" Rebecca says, eyeing the pot. "Curry is life, now shush and set up the table, " Harmony says playfully.

I finish cooking the curry, adding some additional food (for nutritional purposes so Rachel doesn't murder me.)

After we ate dinner, there is literally nothing to do. "Uhm...," Genevieve spoke, "Truth or dare?" "Nah," we all answered. "There are no ideas. It's too hard to do that," Caden says.

A sigh escapes my mouth. "I have Karaoke but I only have the energy for like, one song." "Sounds good to me," Delta said, "Back on Earth, singing was my pastime."

"I'll put the little ones to sleep," Harmony says, holding the hands of the two children and bringing them to their rooms. I got out the Karaoke materials, choosing 2017 Top Hits and some of my random favourite songs.

The screen loads and Harmony comes back. I breath heavily into the mic to test it. Lyrics pop up on the screen.

"She played the fiddle in an Irish band.
But she fell in love with an English man.

Kissed her on the neck and then I took her by the hand.
Said, 'Baby, I just want to dance.'

I met her on Grafton street right outside of the bar.

She shared a cigarette with me while her brother played the guitar.

She asked me 'What does it mean, the Gaelic ink on your arm?'

Said it was one of my friend's songs, do you want to drink on?

She took Jamie as a chaser, Jack for the fun.

She got Arthur on the table with Johnny riding as a shotgun.

Chatted some more, one more drink at the bar.

Then put Van on the jukebox, got up to dance.

You know, she played the fiddle in an Irish band.

But she fell in love with an English man.

Kissed her on the neck and then I took her by the hand.

Said, 'Baby, I just want to dance.'
With my pretty little Galway girl.
You're my pretty little Galway girl.

You know she beat me at darts and then she beat me at pool.

And then she kissed me like there was nobody else in the room.
As last orders were called was when she stood on the stool.

After dancing to Kaleigh, singing to trad tunes.
I never heard Carrickfergus ever sang so sweet.
A capella in the bar using her feet for a beat.
Oh, I could have that voice playing on repeat for a week.
And in this packed out room swear she was singing to me.

You know, she played the fiddle in an Irish band.
But she fell in love with an English man.
Kissed her on the neck and then I took her by the hand.
Said, 'Baby, I just want to dance.'

With my pretty little Galway girl.

My, my, my, my, my, my, my Galway girl.
My, my, my, my, my, my, my Galway girl.
My, my, my, my, my, my, my Galway girl.

And now we've outstayed our welcome and it's closing time.
I was holding her hand, her hand was holding mine.
Our coats both smell of smoke, whisky and wine.

As we fill up our lungs with the cold air of the night.
I walked her home then she took me inside.
To finish some Doritos and another bottle of wine.
I swear I'm gonna put you in a song that I write.
About a Galway girl and a perfect night.
She played the fiddle in an Irish band.
But she fell in love with an English man.
Kissed her on the neck and then I took her by the hand.
Said, 'Baby, I just want to dance.'
My pretty little Galway girl.
My, my, my, my, my, my, my Galway girl.
My, my, my, my, my, my, my Galway girl.
My, my, my, my, my, my, my Galway girl, hey."

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