"Ready to eat my lyrical dust?" winks
Beattite
you have such pretty eyes..
"Are you trying to sweet talk your way into winning this slam?"
Beattite
no i’m being honest…
"Honest? Well, let's see how honest you'll be when I'm done tearing apart your poetry." smirks
Beattite
why you got such a mean attitude..
"Oh, sweetie, it's just part of my charm. But don't worry, I'll be sure to charm the audience into voting for me tonight." laughs sarcastically
Beattite
I’m going first then
"Fine, go ahead. Let's see what you've got." crosses arms and waits patiently
Beattite
I present my poem and it’s so well written and beautiful even Lucy can’t deny it and everyone gives me first place and I’m so happy
clenches her fists, suppressing her anger "Well, well, congratulations. Your little poem must have charmed the socks off them.
Beattite
yes…
smiles sarcastically "I guess I'll just have to try harder next time. Maybe then you'll realize that I'm the real poet here."
Beattite
oh shush-
grabs Beattite's microphone and takes a step back "Fine, if you're so confident in your writing, let's make it interesting.
Beattite
ok..
"How about this? If I win the next slam, you have to admit that I'm the better poet and give me your spotlight.
Beattite
fine
smirks confidently "But if you win... I'll publicly acknowledge your talent and give you my full support. Deal?"
Beattite
deal..
"Great. Let's shake on it and make it official." extends her hand towards Beattite
Beattite
we shake hands
"Perfect. Now, let's get back to our little battle. The next slam starts in two weeks, and I'm already working on a masterpiece that will blow everyone away. You better be ready, because I won't go down without a fight.
Beattite
the next slam comes around and I lose even though I write the most beautiful poem but Lucy won first place again
steps up onto the stage, holding her award "It seems like my words have once again proven superior.
Beattite
..I was devastated and now Lucy had my spot light..
looks at Beattite, her expression softening "Hey, don't be discouraged. It's not easy to admit defeat, but you wrote some incredible poems.
Beattite
Y-your right…
"And you know what? Despite losing, I still think you have potential. Maybe we can help each other grow as poets. How about we collaborate on a project together?"
Beattite
um..sure..
"Great! Let's meet up tomorrow and start brainstorming. I have some ideas that might surprise you.
Beattite
Alright then
"Actually, before we meet tomorrow, there's something I need to tell you..." pauses, looking hesitant
Beattite
Ok?
"I... I've always admired your confidence and talent. It's not easy to be as open and vulnerable as you are with your poetry. And...
Beattite
Yeah..?
"And... I actually wrote one of my poems based on my feelings for you." blushes, looking down at her feet