NORMAL P.O.V.

Lucy balled her hands into fists on her lap. After feeling so much unease about the sing-off tomorrow, Lucy went to Makarov. Angry tears threatened to fall from her chocolate brown eyes.

Flashback...

"W-What?" Lucy choked out. "I don't think I heard you right Master Makarov, could you please repeat that?"

"I said, that Levy and Erza are right. You shouldn't do this. Not for your reason." Makarov said seriously. "I won't say your reasoning is wrong, the way you put it makes perfect sense, but actually going with that reasoning is not right Lucy."

"What are you talking about?! Why wouldn't it be right?!" Lucy asked raising her voice.

"It isn't right because, YOU won't be happy in the end, and neither will your mother."

"WHAT WOULD YOU KNOW ABOUT OKAA-SAN?!"

As soon as Lucy said those words, she slapped her hand over her mouth. She had never said anything that rude before to Makarov before.

"Don't sing tomorrow Lucy. Remember why you began singing in the first place."

Flashback End...

"I'm singing tomorrow and that's final." Lucy told herself as she climbed under the sheets.

Lucy leaned against the gym wall and nibbled on her thumbnail. Her wig was combed neatly ~ that it flowed straight down her back, her blouse had two buttons undone with rolled up sleeves, grey skirt two inches above her knee, light baggy leg warmers and white indoor shoes. She watched nervously as Sting performed on stage. He was better than she thought but it was nothing she couldn't take. She averted her eyes from the stage and thought about Makarov's words. What did he know anyways? Loud applauding made Lucy jerk her thumbnail from her teeth. She looked up at the stage Sting was singing on. He was waving to everyone he could with a goofy smile on his face. He looked so content just from singing. The way Lucy saw her mom look every time she sang. That self satisfaction and happiness was plain on his face. That's what Lucy was missing! Lucy paled. How could she have forgotten that?

"Please welcome to the stage, Lucy!"

Lucy jolted from her thoughts. Her legs moved automatically began carrying her onto the stage. She cast her friends one last look of pure terror and anguish. She stood in the middle of the stage and grasped the microphone. Looking out the the audience, she swore they were all casting her leering glares and disappointing stares. Her legs started trembling. The frightened blonde felt sick. Her stomach was doing weird flip flops and her vision began to swim. Her breath caught in her throat. She heard fuzzy voices and then,

Nothing.

Natsu immediately rushed out of his seat when he saw Lucy falling onto the ground. Something was wrong with her. She had cast him a frightened glance full of regret. Just as she got onto stage, he saw her eyes fog up. Beads of cold sweat rolled down her forehead and her legs were trembling so bad he swore he could hear her knees knock together. Natsu heard her breath get caught in her throat and he knew automatically something was wrong.

"Lucy!" he cried out loudly.

She didn't even react. Her eyes just rolled to the back of her head and she fell forward. Natsu swore he had never moved so quickly before. He ignored all the murmurs from the audience. He was almost to Lucy. Just a little further. But, a flash of yellow beat him to it.

Sting caught Lucy's limp form in her arms. He had seen how hard she was trembling and how much she didn't want to go up on stage. Sweat beaded her forehead and her body convulsed.

"Lucy!"

Sting heard Natsu shout and rose to his feet carrying Lucy's unconscious form bridal style.

"I'll bring her to the infirmary." he said to the frantic pink haired high school student. Without waiting for his response, Sting jumped off the stage and headed for the infirmary.

THE NEXT DAY...

Lucy kept her head down all day. And the day before that, and the day before that as well. Her body was always tense and she didn't fight back anymore. Her friends had tried coaxing her into becoming normal again but nothing they did worked. She just kept her head down and her lips in a tight line. And frankly, Sting was beginning to miss the old Lucy. She was the only one who could get him so worked up and amused. One of the few females who dared talk back to him. He tapped his pencil irritably on his desk thinking of ways to bring back the old Lucy. His tapping abruptly stopped. What was he thinking?! Without the usual Lucy, everything was so much more peaceful and quiet. The old Lucy just made an unnecessary amount of noise and headaches. But life was dull without her constant ranting and yelling. The annoyed blonde male scowled and rose from his seat and stuffed his hands into his pockets while walking out the class.

"Eucliffe-san! Where do you think you're going?" Macao-sensei demanded.

"None of your business." Sting snapped.

"Get back he-!"

Sting slammed the door tuning out the teacher. A scowl still marked his features and his eyebrows creased. What could he do to get the old Lucy back?

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