She laid on her bed when she heard Richard walking over. "Azaria Rose Crawford?"

"Oh screw!"

"Azaria..." He tested.

"I'm not going!"

"Azaria..." He really wanted to die today.

"Can you read my lips... I'm not fucking going!"

"Azaria you watch your language right now!"

"Your not my father..."

"Are you really that scared of being adopted?"

"No! No... I just don't want to go."

"Azaria, this day could change your life!"

"What life?"

"Exactly! Azaria, you need a life. You have been here your whole life. You've turned down twelve families. Most kids don't even turn down two, if even."

"What do I have to do to get you to shut the hell up?" She screamed.

"Go to the barbeque party... Please Azaria, you deserve happiness."

"Fine, I'll go! Now get out! Baffoon!" He rolled his eyes as she slammed the door shut.

"This girl will be the death of me." He sighed as he turned to walk away.

"I heard that!" She shouted as she held up a denim dress. It was short like a sun dress, lace in the back and low cut. She put on her sea shell sandals and put her hair in two french braids. She then put on the red bandana that she always wore. Why, she didn't quite know. All she knew was that she was wrapped in it when left at the orphanage thirteen years ago.

She stepped outside to the blazing sun, and saw all of the potential adopters and all of the boys and girls so anxious to be adopted. Honestly, she didn't care to be adopted. She didn't even care if she was here until the day she aged out at eighteen. She really just didn't care.

"Azaria, I'm so glad you came." As he looked in her eyes he could see the words about to come out.

"Whoopty-doo Yippy-aey!"

"Why can't you just pretend to be happy?"

"That would be lying. And you always tell me that lying is a sin. And I can't take any more hell." She stuck her tongue out and walked away.

"Don't forget to do some Karaoke!" He smiled.

Well, it came the time in every barbeque, where that a-hole called her name to sing... She shook her head no, but he kept insisting. To get him to shut up and to stop telling embarrassing childhood stories of her, she went up and started singing legends by Kelsea Ballerini.

"We were golden, we were fire, we were magic

Yeah, and they all knew our names all over town

We had it made in the middle of the madness

We were neon in a grey crowd

Yeah, we wrote our own story

Full of blood sweat and heartbeats

We didn’t do it for the fame or the glory

And but we went down in history

Yeah, we were legends

Loving you, baby, it was heaven

What everyone wondered, we’d never question

Close our eyes and took on the world together

Do you remember?

We were crazy

Tragic and epic and so amazing

I’ll always wear the crown that you gave me

We will always stay lost in forever

And they’ll remember

We were legends

Like we were written down in permanent marker

Not even the brightest sun could ever fade

Come whichever hell or high water

It was always me and you either way

Hey, we wrote our own story

Full of blood sweat and heartbeats

We didn’t do it for the fame or the glory

We just did it for you and me

And that’s why we were legends

Loving you, baby, it was heaven

What everyone wondered, we’d never question

Close our eyes and took on the world together

Do you remember?

We were crazy

Tragic and epic and so amazing

I’ll always wear the crown that you gave me

We will always stay lost in forever

And they’ll remember

We were legends

We were legends

Loving you, baby, it was heaven

What everyone wondered, we’d never question

Close our eyes and took on the world together

Do you remember, baby?

We were crazy

Tragic and epic and so amazing

I'll always wear the crown that you gave me

We will always stay lost in forever

And they’ll remember

We were legends

We were, yeah, we were legends

Yeah, we wrote our own story."

Everyone clapped and in the distance she saw Brantley Gilbert. He walked up to her. "I like your style, and you have an amazing voice."

"No thanks..." She walked away.

"What?"

She stopped. "Sorry, but no. I'm not being adopted today."

"Look, it's not like you'd have to call me dad or anything. You can just call me Brantley, BG, hell you can call me guy or dude for all I care. I just, I read your file. I watched your school talent show at the end of the year. I've been wanting to meet you for a while."

"I said no." She walked away.

He kept persisting. "You'll get your own room and bathroom, a walk-in closet, an allowance of ten dollars a week..."

"It'll take maybe ten times five a week to convince me... Strait to a debit card." He was shocked. She knew how to get what she wanted. "What, it's not like you don't have the money! Oh, and I want a starting bonus of one thousand bucks. And five new outfits... and two pairs of shoes." She smiled.