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keyboardsmashess · 5 days ago

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Stars, Stripes, and Stage Lights

Chapter One: Bang Bang

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC

Warnings: language, eventual smut (but not in this chapter), fluff. MINORS DNI. A/N: We're BACK BBS! Welcome to part two of the Marvel Keyboardsmashiverse! This work can definitely be a standalone, so if you're new here don't fret, but you may encounter some unfamiliar OCs if you don't read my first work in this series (The Siren, or The Heart of the Matter) first. Anyway, happy Marvel Monday lovelies 😘 I missed you! Let me know if you want to be on the taglist!!

Summary: When HYDRA targets Pop Princess Kassie Cantor for reasons unknown, Steve Rogers has no choice but to accompany her on the rest of her tour. His goals are simple: keep her safe and figure out what HYDRA is up to. Romance is nowhere on the list - especially not with a popstar known for her hyper-girly image and lyrics full of innuendo. Can Steve complete his mission? Can Kassie crack the soldier's armor? Find out in Stars, Stripes, and Stage Lights.

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WE WEEKLY MAGAZINE

What Can’t Cantor Do? by Miranda Morris

For this week’s Celeb Scoop, I sat down with America’s new princess of pop, Kassie Cantor. She gave me the Scoop on her album, life on tour, and her recent split from actor Luke Anders.

WW: Thank you so much for taking the time to sit down and talk with We Weekly, Kassie. It seems like you barely have a free moment these days!

KC: Oh my gosh, I know! I’m so grateful to the fans for how they’ve responded to Holy [Cantor’s recent chart-topping album], and getting to extend the tour? Insane!

WW: I actually just got word that Holy has gone platinum this week - how does it feel to have one of the most popular albums on the charts right now?

KC: I just have to say again how grateful I am to my fans - they’ve really shown up for Holy and I couldn’t be more excited to see their response to it. And it’s been so much fun seeing how many people know the lyrics on tour.

WW: Speaking of your tour, you’ve just added twelve new stops across North America. Do you ever get tired?

KC: Me? Tired? No way. The Holy Tour has been nothing but energizing. I mean, I get to hang out with, like, eighteen thousand of my closest friends every night while we sing and dance to songs I wrote - it’s a total dream come true.

WW: Still, a schedule like that can take its toll. I have to ask - did your tour have anything to do with your recent breakup?

KC: Oh, gosh. Um, no - not exactly. Relationships are hard for everyone, you know? And then with the extra pressure of being in the public eye, sometimes things just don’t work out. Luke and I decided that we weren’t working anymore, and luckily we both have plenty of creative projects to focus on instead.

WW: How do you feel about the recent appearances he’s made with his co-star, Amber Reynolds?

KC: If he’s happy then I’m happy. They were both great in The Saturn Chronicles, and I wish them nothing but the best.

WW: So the breakup anthem everyone seems to have stuck in their head isn’t about Luke Anders?

KC: Well… let’s just say sometimes I’m allowed to be more honest in song lyrics than I am in an interview.

That sounds like confirmation to me, readers! You can find the Luke Anders breakup anthem “Like I Used To” and the rest of Holy in stores now, or - if you’re lucky enough to snag a ticket - you can hear it live at one of Cantor’s twelve new tour dates.

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“I’m telling you guys, it’s just another weirdo with way too much time on their hands.” Kassie focuses on touching up her lipliner in a compact mirror. “You need to chill out.”

Her publicist and agent exchange looks.

“Kass,” Rick says, voice gentle. “Susan and I both got letters. At our home addresses. That’s a big deal, kiddo.”

Kassie rolls her eyes. “She’s the best publicist in the industry right now, and you work for New York’s biggest talent agency. I could probably find your addresses with, like, a five second google search.”

“Kassie, you know I wouldn’t be pushing for this if I didn’t think it was serious. Do you have any idea what a nightmare it is to cancel a show this last-minute?” Susan doesn’t look up from her phone, but her voice sounds grim.

Still, Kassie plasters on her signature megawatt smile and stands, flipping her long blonde ponytail over her shoulder. “Well, it’s a good thing I’m not going to cancel, isn’t it?”

Susan sighs and finally lifts her eyes from her phone screen. “This is a bad idea.”

Kassie adjusts the hem of her miniskirt casually. “If anything goes wrong, I’ll make sure everyone knows you were both in camp ‘bad idea,’ okay?”

Susan rolls her eyes and Rick fiddles nervously with his watch.

Kassie accepts the sparkly, purple mic from a tech with a dazzling smile and winks at her team. “It’ll be fiiiiiiiine,” she sings, before turning and striding confidently onto the stage. Anything they might’ve said in response is quickly drowned out by the crowd of cheering fans, and she takes a deep breath once she’s at her mark for the first song.

“Hello, New York!” She places her hands in a prayerful position around her mic. “Are you feeling holy tonight?” The responding screams are deafening, and Kassie smiles widely.

It’ll all be fine.

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Despite being able to stand completely still for hours in some of the worst conditions imaginable, Steve Rogers is very uncomfortable. A week ago, he would’ve said he found this music perfectly fine - catchy, even - but that was before he saw the songs performed live and started to understand the double-meaning of some of the lyrics. Now he isn’t sure if he’ll ever be able to listen to them again.

He leans over to the person standing next to him. “Are you absolutely sure you didn’t make the intel up as an excuse to drag me here?”

Cleo rolls her eyes. “That would be a lot of fucking work just to get Captain Party Pooper to ruin my night.”

Bucky leans behind his girlfriend’s back so Steve can hear him. “I saw the report, Steve. HYDRA definitely has something planned.”

Steve frowns. “I still think we should have stuck with watching the exits.”

“I’m telling you, we have a better vantage point from here!” Cleo says, but she undercuts her own point a bit by belting out the lyrics to the song’s chorus along with almost every other person in the stadium.

I’d say I wished you well

But I don’t, and you can go to hell

Why don’t you sell your pretty lies to someone else?

I said we’re done, we’re through

Here’s looking at you

Because I bet she doesn’t do that special thing I do

Or love you like I used to

Steve has to resist the urge to cover his eyes when, at the second-to-last line of the chorus, the singer drops to her knees facing away from the audience and bends backward until the crowd can see her upside-down face, moving her microphone like… Well, like something that shouldn’t be done in public, if Steve is being perfectly honest.

Cleo laughs at his obvious discomfort, and Steve rolls his eyes. “I’m going to go check the perimeter,” he says, because it’s a good idea and also, he needs some air.

Bucky nods and Cleo waves a hand dismissively, not even looking at him. He’s barely made it into the aisle, though, when he hears an explosion coming from the stage. Steve whirls around, grabbing his shield from where it’s been strapped to his back, and starts pushing against the sea of screaming fans as they try desperately to flee the stadium.

Onstage, the singer - Kaci or Kassie or something like that - backs away from the hole that’s been blown through the stage floor, terror written across her face. Steve picks up the pace, resorting to elbowing people out of the way to get through the crowd.

“Sorry, excuse me, so sorry, excuse me ma’am.” He apologizes out of habit as he nears the edge of the stage. A few security guards have made their way up, but when Steve sees the five HYDRA operatives climbing out of the hole in the stage floor, he knows that this isn’t a job for a security guard.

He throws his shield at the first man’s head, climbing seamlessly onto the stage and catching the shield as it bounces back to him. Cleo levitates up next to him, now wearing her Sirensuit, and Bucky isn’t far behind. Cleo handles one of the four remaining HYDRA agents as Steve engages two in hand-to-hand combat. He blocks a stab at his neck, disarming the man and sending the knife hurtling across the floor toward where the fourth and final operative is closing in on the singer.

Steve ducks to avoid a swing from the second agent he’s fighting, popping up and moving several steps away from them. Before they can advance on him, he throws his shield and it hits the first man, ricochets off his head, and takes the second man down before returning to Steve like a boomerang. He locks it into place on his forearm and turns to save the singer from the fourth man, but freezes at what he sees.

The singer is standing with her hands in the air and a panicked look on her face while the HYDRA agent tries to staunch the blood leaking from the knife wound in his shoulder. Steve hurls the shield to knock the man out just to be safe and nods as Bucky begins restraining the unconscious agents. He strides over to the panicked woman.

“Holy shit, I think I stabbed him!” she says, voice feminine and airy despite nearly being kidnapped. She’s still standing with her hands up, like someone is holding her at gunpoint.

“It’s fine, ma’am - you just got his shoulder,” he says comfortingly, but she backs away from him slightly. Steve realizes that he’s towering over her, her head barely above his shoulders, and a small part of him imagines how delighted Cleo would be to find someone even shorter than she is. In an attempt to help her feel a bit safer, though, he holds out his hand. “My name is Steve Rogers. It’s nice to meet you.”

She finally lowers her hands and shakes his with a blank look on her face. “I’m Kassie.” She watches as Bucky restrains the stabbed man and carries him away. “Am I in trouble for stabbing that guy?”

Steve chuckles and shakes his head. “No, ma’am. You were just defending yourself.”

Suddenly, a man and a woman rush onto the stage, both of them frantically checking Kassie for injuries. “Oh my god, kiddo, are you okay?” the man asks, sweating profusely.

Kassie waves her hand dismissively. “I’m fine, Rick.”

The woman has a phone in her hand and her eyes dart back to the screen every few seconds. “Okay, great. In that case, we really need to get you backstage to start figuring out a statement. A few fans were injured leaving the stadium, so you’ll have to be apologetic about that, but you’ll also want to -”

“Excuse me,” Steve interrupts. “But we’re going to need to take Kassie here somewhere safe to ask her a few questions. We need to figure out why HYDRA was targeting her.”

Rick turns, wide-eyed, to Steve. “Yes, of course, Captain. Whatever you need!”

The woman rolls her eyes but nods. “Fine, I’ll just put something generic out for now. Kassie, call me the second you’re done with… whatever this is.” She stalks off the stage, heels clicking with every step.

Kassie blows out a huff of air. “Alright, let’s get this over with.”

Steve frowns. “D-do you want to… change?” he asks tentatively. “Before we go?”

Kassie looks down at her outfit - a very short skirt, a top that isn’t much more than just a bra, and heeled boots that come up to her knees. With a glint in her eye, she smiles and surprises Steve by taking his arm. “No, I’m perfectly fine. Lead the way, Captain America.”

He blushes at the way she says his name - almost sultry - but forces his face into a mask of calm confidence as he escorts her out a back entrance. Bucky snorts a laugh, and Steve shoots him a glare as they climb into one of Tony’s team SUVs.

We may only be a handful of blocks from the Tower, Steve thinks, but this is going to be a long drive.

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livingdreams97 · 2 months ago

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Tate McRae -- "Great Coincidence" (Part 1)

Tate McRae x Male reader/oc

Summary: Two people from two different worlds, one from the world of sports and the other from the world of entertainment. Two people who meet by fate and realize they have something in common.

Words: 3.264

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POV You

Being part of the team that won the Stanley Cup this year has been my biggest dream. Ever since I can remember, my biggest dream was to be a professional hockey player and win the Stanley Cup at least once.

What I didn't expect was for that dream to come true in my first season in the NHL, much less right after graduating from college.

But all I can think about as my team raises the big cup in the air, as confetti falls onto the court and the fans celebrate at the top of their lungs , is that I have achieved my dream.

I barely had time to take off my helmet and mouth guard before they put a champions cap with the team logo on my head and the celebration began.

From the moment Aleksander the captain, or Sasha as he is called in the team, raises the cup and the celebration begins until I am at home everything is a blur.

I guess it's because of the excitement and adrenaline of winning. What I do remember is the interviews and shows that came after winning.

With the win and the interviews, my followers on social media increased exponentially in just one day. This overwhelmed me a lot, as I didn't expect so many people to start following me on social media.

But that wasn't the most surprising thing.

The most surprising thing has been the calls my representative has been making me for the last two months, telling me about all the clothing and product brands that want to work with me.

But the best thing of all, without a doubt, is that I have been able to celebrate and share this important moment in my life with my family. Above all with my niece Lucy, who has not wanted to take off her team jersey since I won and every person she meets on the street tells her that her uncle has won the cup.

Which is incredibly sweet to me , but very annoying to my older sister who is the one who has to figure out how to take off her sweater to wash it and the one who tries to shut her up when they are out and about.

Speaking of my sister, I'm on a call with her and from the voice she's using, I know she wants to ask me something.

--Call Emma--

- What can I say, you are her favorite uncle and she idolizes you sooo much. - she exaggerates with an overly sweet voice.

- I'm her only uncle.- I remind her with obviousness. - Your husband is an only child and you have me and Mia. So I'm the only uncle Lucy has.- I laugh amused.

- And what does that have to do with you being her only uncle, with you being her favorite and the one she idolizes the most? - she asks me with a certain angry tone of voice.

- Nothing, I was just pointing it out.- I answer with disinterest.

- Back to the main topic.- she says in a more cheerful voice. -When are you coming to see your niece? She adores you and misses you terribly, because she hasn't seen you since we went to see the cup final in June.- she asks curiously.

- I'm not sure, I'm kind of busy right now with interviews and sponsorships.- I answer, letting out a tired sigh.

- I don't think that going away for a weekend will do anything to you. - she comments with disinterest.

- Emma, what do you want? - I ask directly, knowing my sister very well and knowing that she wants something from me.

- Why do I have to want something to talk to my little brother ? - she asks offended.

- Because we know each other and I know when you want to ask me something and when you don't.- I answer her sincerely. - I'm not that innocent 7-year-old boy anymore that you used as your servant when you were 16.- I remind her with some annoyance.

- Don't exaggerate either, you were not my servant and you are very bad at playing the victim.- she defends herself immediately.

- I remember all the times you asked me to bring you something from the kitchen to your room, or from your room to wherever you were at home. Or when I would carry your backpack to your room when you got home? - I ask her, remembering some of the things she made me do.

- Okay, okay, maybe I took advantage of you a little when you were little.- she admits with a sigh. - But that has nothing to do with the situation now.- she assures me calmly.

- So you're not going to ask me for anything ? - I asked her ironically.

-No.- she answers immediately. -Well yes, but it's not for me.- she retracts immediately causing me to laugh.

- What do you need from me? - I asked with a smile at my older sister's attitude.

- I need you to come to Chicago this weekend.- she asks me and I open my eyes in surprise, thinking that the favor would be to send Lucy a new sweater or something like that.

- I can't do that on such short notice.- I immediately tell my sister.

- I know it's very sudden, but believe me, if you weren't my only option I wouldn't be asking you.- she assures me with some stress in her voice.

- But why do you need me to go to Chicago this weekend? - I asked her, confused by the request.

- Because they told me today that my shift at the Hospital has changed.- she begins to tell me. -But I already had plans for this Saturday afternoon with Lucy and Mia to go to a concert, but with my new shift I can't take them.- she sighs with some guilt.

- Wait a minute, is Mia in Chicago? - I ask confuse, since two days ago I was at my parents house and my little sister was there.

- No, Mia is coming on Friday and is returning to Florida on Sunday, since she was only coming to see the concert with us. - she explains to me and even though she can't see me, she sits down.

- And you want me to take the two of them to the concert? - I assure her, knowing where this is going.

- Yes.- she answers simply. -You would save my life, honestly, and then I wouldn't have to tell Lucy, who has been excited about the concert for months, that we can't go and that she won't be able to go to her first concert.- she explains with some sadness and guilt in her voice.

- You do realize that Lucy is only 7 years old and that she probably forgets that she didn't go to the concert, right? - I ask my sister.

- Have you forgotten when dad took you to see your first hockey game? - she asks me sarcastically.

- No.- I growl in response, knowing that she is right and that game was the one that made me want to be a professional hockey player.

- So you'll come and take them to the concert? - she asks me hopefully.

- Yes, I'll talk to Mia to find out what plane she's going on and I'll try to get a ticket at the same time so we can go together. - I agree, knowing that she's right and that if I can prevent my niece from being sad, I'll do what I can.

- Thank you, thank you, thank you. You saved my life. - she thanks me very happily. - You'll see how happy Lucy will be that you're going with her to the concert. - she assure me energetically.

- Well now when I talk to Mia and buy the plane ticket I'll send you a message with the details.- I told her getting up from the couch and walking to my room.

-Perfect, if you have anything just write to me.- she says and we say goodbye.

-- End Call--

Once in my room, I text my little sister and ask her what time her flight to Chicago is.

While I wait for her response, I sit at the desk in front of my bedroom window and turn on my laptop.

My little sister's response didn't take long to arrive and she not only told me the time, but also sent me a screenshot of her tickets.

Thanks to the screenshot, I can see the plane number and the airline she will be traveling with. So with all the information I have, I go to the airline's website and start looking for the flight Mia will be on.

I do a little celebratory dance when I see that there are only 2 seats left on the outbound flight and 12 seats on the return flight. Which means I won't have to catch a plane at a different time.

I quickly buy the tickets and send them to my cell phone. Once the tickets are purchased, I start packing my suitcase for the three days and two nights I will be in Chicago, taking into account the weather in that city.

Once I have everything ready, all I have to do is pack the last things I need on the last day and get on the plane.

Tate POV

After finishing the European part of the tour, it was time for the United States part and it was being exhausting.

I wrote and hearing thousands of fans singing them at the top of their lungs next to me is indescribable. But that doesn't mean it's not completely exhausting and I fall asleep every night as soon as my head hits the pillow.

Today was Minneapolis' turn, where the energy of the crowd was incredible and I left without a shred of energy.

Maycee: I can't move an inch.- complains one of my two amazing dancers lying on the couch in the locker room.

Amari: Are you telling me or are you telling me? - another of the dancers asks sarcastically while lying on the floor.

Stevie: I feel sticky.- complains my other dancer drinking water.

Tate: And then what about me? - I ask them amused, trying to catch my breath. - I'm the only one who sings and dances at the same time, and you're the ones complaining. - I comment, seeing how everyone looks at me badly.

Findlay: That's because you're an amazing artist and we're just mere humans.- she replies with an innocent smile.

Alex: Besides the fact that you are you and the others are not.- he laughs sitting on the floor next to Amari.

Matt: Guys, shower and get comfortable, the bus leaves for Chicago in 40 minutes.- the tour manager tells us.

We all nodded and parted ways to shower and change into comfortable clothes for the night on the US tour bus.

Because unlike the tour in Europe, where we traveled by plane and bus because the distances between places were longer. So travelling by bus alone to get from one place to another in one or two days was impossible.

But on the US leg of the tour, the distances are shorter and we may only travel by bus. Which means movie nights and karaoke until we realize it's too late.

But I think I'll just go straight to bed and rest today. Because tomorrow we'll have all day to explore Chicago while they finish setting up the stage and getting everything ready.

So the next day we will only have to do a soundcheck in the morning and give the concert in the afternoon. Plus, a whole day in Chicago where we've already looked for plans and things to see takes energy.

So as soon as we get on the bus, I go straight to my bunk and as soon as I lay my head on the pillow I fall asleep.

But just before I fall asleep, I feel my stomach churning with nerves, just like it does right before I go on stage. It's like my body is anxiously awaiting something I'm not yet aware of.

POV Your

I roll my eyes at my sister's insistence and her repetitive speech about what I should or shouldn't do in any case. The reason is that she is making up impossible or 1 in a million situations.

Emma: So what do you do if a stranger asks you about your blood type? - she asks me again for the second time.

Y/n: You do realize we're just going to a concert, right? - I ask, tired of her questions. -We're not going to a black market for organs.- I assure her, throwing my head back on the couch and closing my eyes.

Emma: I'm sorry for worrying about the safety of my daughter and siblings. - she defends herself with a certain amount of sarcasm.

Y/n: It's one thing to worry, but you're been obsessive.- I say, relaxing completely against the couch.

Emma: Whatever you say, but make sure Lucy wears her watch at all times and doesn't take it off or lose it at any time.- she points her finger at me seriously.

Y/n: Don't tell me it's one of those watches with GPS.- I look at my sister amused.

Emma: Of course it is.- she answers me with obviousness. -It makes me feel safe if she is wearing it and even more so in situations like a concert, where there are thousands of people.- she explains doing something with her phone. -I just sent you the application and the username with the password.- she alerts me when I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket.

Y/n: If that makes you feel safer, I'll do it right now.- I assure her, taking my phone out of my pocket and entering our chat.

I start downloading the watch app on my phone when my little sister and niece walk into the room.

Mia: Are we leaving or what? - she asks excitedly, practically jumping in place.

Y/n: Yes, please.- I ask, quickly getting up from the sofa and approaching the girls.

Emma: Wait until I give you the tickets, you idiot.- she says, passing behind me and slapping me on the back of the neck.

Y/n: Ouch.- I complain rubbing the back of my neck and watching my sister and niece laugh. -And what are you laughing at? - I ask them approaching them raising an eyebrow.

Lucy: We are not laughing, uncle.- She shakes her head vigorously, holding back her laughter.

I quickly approach her and pick her up, tickling her. My niece squirms in my arms, trying to escape the tickling and get back to the ground.

Emma: Here are the VIP passes for the meet and greet and the concert.- says my sister returning to the room.

Mia: Give me, give me, give me.- she asks, running towards our sister and stretching out her hands to receive the pass.

Emma: If you lose it, you'll be left without a concert and without anything. - she reminds her, giving her the pass.

Mia: Not even my worst dreams I'm going to lose this wonder. - she says, taking the pass in her hands and giving it a kiss before hanging it around her neck.

I shake my head, amused by my little sister's attitude, as I approach the eldest of the three and receive the other two tickets from her.

With the tickets hanging around my neck, we walk to the apartment door and Mia is already walking out.

Emma: Remember everything I've told you and be very careful with Lucy, she's been a bit of an escape artist lately. - she reminds me, holding the door when we're already outside.

Y/n: Don't worry, go to work calmly and trust your brother.- I tell her with a smile.

Emma: That makes me worry more.- she assures me, looking at me badly.

Y/n: That's your problem now.- I shrug my shoulders. -Lucy, tell mommy goodbye.- I say to the little girl I still have in my arms.

Lucy: Bye Mommy! - she exclaims excitedly with a big smile.

Emma: Bye honey.- she says goodbye leaving a kiss on her cheek. -And behave well with Uncle Y/n.- she asks her daughter who immediately nods energetically. -Have a good time! - she exclaims as we begin to walk away down the hallway.

Mia: I will if we manage to get there on time.- she answers with a certain attitude.

I just shake my head in amusement at my little sister's teenage attitude. Once in the elevator to the garage, I notice my sister who can't stop looking at herself in the mirror on the wall and adjusting her clothes.

It is at this point that I notice she is wearing a black hockey jersey with grey and white details , with a T8 on the front and a MCRAE 20 on the back. I look over at my niece and see that she is wearing the same jersey.

Y/n: And those jerseys? - I ask, confused by the clothes.

Mia: It's the Tate concert merch.- she answers taking a photo in the mirror.

Y/n: From whoms merch? - I ask confused, exiting the elevator when the doors opened and receiving another blow to the back of the neck, but this time from my little sister.

Mia: Whose is it? - she asks me offended, walking beside me. -How dare you not know who Tate McRae is.- she accuses me, looking at me badly.

Y/n: Do you know who Wayne Gretzky is? - I ask with a raised eyebrow.

Mia: No.- she answers with obviousness. -But now we are talking about the incredible Tate McRae, who is a singer and an incredible dancer.- she assures me, climbing into the passenger seat when we reach the car I have rented.

Y/n: I'm glad you admire someone, but that doesn't mean I and the rest of the world have to too.- I assure her amused, tying my niece in her high chair and making sure she's secure.

Mia: Anyway, who doesn't know the name of the artist at the concert they're going to? - she asks me as I sit in the driver's seat.

Y/n: Considering that I found out about the concert just a few days ago, I think it's understandable.- I answer while driving towards the stadium where the concert will be. - Besides the fact that I'm only here to accompany you girls, the ones who are going to enjoy and have a good time with an artist that you like.- I remind her with a smile.

Mia: I assure you that you will also enjoy it, Tate is an incredible artist and her actions are very catchy.- my sister assures me while touching the car screen. -And so that you don't go without knowing a single song, for the next 20 minutes you will listen to her most listened to songs and thus you will be able to know some songs.- she says and immediately some upbeat music starts playing. -Because you are not going to embarrass me for not knowing a single song.- she assures me and starts singing when the artist does too.

I just laugh in amusement at my sister and her incredible eloquence. Although I have to admit that I have not stopped bobbing my head to the rhythm of each song and I agree with my sister that the songs are catchy.

But that's something I'm not going to admit to my sister and agree with her that the songs are catchy, because all she needs is to be more conceited at 16 years old.

I just hope that both my sister and my niece enjoy this concert and that they have a good memory of today. Because for me, the happiness of my family is the most important thing in my life.

I want to know what is your guys favorite Tate McRae song?

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