you don't own me

Clapping surrounded the area, and Ed saw the curtains close.Billy walked off stage, and moved to Ed. Billy was a lovely old man, greying hair, and could barely walk straight from age, but was sweet and put so much umph into his music you loved the guy. He was the only one who approached Ed without a shiver of fear, "your up, son. Don't worry, they'll love you.""Sure they will." Ed said, letting out a nervous breath of air, and walked on stage, as the other players set up. He wrapped his hand around the microphone, and the stand."And, now! For The Iceberg Lounge's new lounge singer! Give a cold welcome to Mr. Edward Nygma!"Or;Edward's fist time singing at the Iceberg Lounge. (Prequel to 'why don't you do right?')