11 Fim do Grammy

– Então Cherry, que música vai cantar?

– Grenade, do Bruno Mars. Eu até arranjei uma roupinha igual ao do clipe, menos o sapato, então coloquei uma meia-pata preta. Ficou show né?

– Ficou, deu um ar super feminino a roupa e... peraí, o que eu to falando?Vamos começar logo!

– Vamos! – falei indo pro meio do palco.

O que eu poderia dizer? Era idêntico aos meus pais! A voz da minha mãe e o timbre do meu pai. Quando me diziam que eu parecia com a minha mãe, não acreditava, mas agora que sabia ser filha dela, percebia a semelhança.

Easy come, easy go
That's just how you live
Oh take, take, take it all but you never give
Should've known you was trouble from the first kiss
Had your eyes wide open
Why were they open

Gave you all I had and you tossed it in the trash
You tossed it in the trash, you did
To give me all your love is all I ever ask
Cause what you don't understand is

I'd catch a grenade for ya (yeah yeah)
Throw my hand on a blade for ya (yeah yeah)
I'd jump in front of a train for ya (yeah yeah)
You know I'd do anything for ya (yeah yeah)
Oh whoa oh
I would go through all this pain
Take a bullet straight through my brain
Yes I would die for you baby
But you won't do the same
No no no no

Black, black, black and blue
Beat me till I'm numb
Tell the devil I said hey when you get back to where you're from
Mad boy, bad boy that's just what you are
Yeah you smile in my face then rip the breaks out my car

Gave you all I had and you tossed it in the trash
You tossed it in the trash, yes you did
To give me all your love is all I ever ask
Cause what you don't understand is

I'd catch a grenade for ya (yeah yeah)
Throw my hand on a blade for ya (yeah yeah)
I'd jump in front of a train for ya (yeah yeah)
You know I'd do anything for ya (yeah yeah)
Oh whoa oh
I would go through all this pain
Take a bullet straight through my brain
Yes I would die for you baby
But you won't do the same

If my body was on fire
Ooh you'd watch me burn down in flames
You said you love me, you're a liar
Cause you never ever, ever did baby

But darling I'd still catch a grenade for ya (yeah yeah)
Throw my hand on a blade for ya (yeah yeah)
I'd jump in front of a train for ya (yeah yeah)
You know I'd do anything for ya (yeah yeah)
Oh whoa oh
I would go through all this pain
Take a bullet straight through my brain
Yes I would die for you, baby
But you won't do the same
No you won't do the same
You wouldn't do the same
You'd never do the same
No no no no no

A música acaba e a cena muda. Lá estava eu, regravando o clipe de Run the World

Girls, we run this motha!
Girls, we run this motha!
Girls, we run this motha!
Girls, we run this motha!
Girls!

Who run the world?
Girls!
Who run the world?
Girls!
Who run the world?
Girls!
Who run the world?
Girls!

Who run this motha?
Girls!
Who run this motha?
Girls!
Who run this motha?
Girls!
Who run this motha?
Girls!

Who run the world?
Girls!
Who run the world?
Girls!
Who run the world?
Girls!
Who run the world?
Girls!

Some of them men think they freak this
Like we do
But no they don't
Make your check come at they neck
Disrespect us?
No they won't

Boy don't even try to touch this
Boy this beat is crazy
This is how they made me
Rio, Brasil baby

This goes out to all my girls
That's in the club rocking the latest
Who will buy it for themselves
And get more money later

I think I need a barber
None of these nig*** can fade me
I'm so good with this
I remind you I'm so hood with this

Boy I'm just playing
Come here baby
Hope you still like me
F*** you pay me

My persuasion
Can build a nation
Endless power
With our love can devour

You'll do anything for me

Who run the world?
Girls!
Who run the world?
Girls!
Who run the world?
Girls!
Who run the world?
Girls!
Who run the world?
Girls!

Who run this motha?
Girls!
Who run this motha?
Girls!
Who run this motha?
Girls!
Who run this motha?
Girls!

Who run the world?
Girls!
Who run the world?
Girls!
Who run the world?
Girls!
Who run the world?
Girls!

It's hot up in here DJ
Don't be scared to run this, run this back
I'm reppin' for the girls
Who taken' over the world
Let me raise a glass
For the college grads

Buddy one roll and
I'll let you know what time it is, check
You can't hold me
I broke my 9 to 5 better cop my cheque

This goes out to all the women
Getting it in
Get on your grind
To all the men that respect
What I do
Please accept my shine

Boy you know you love it
How we're smart enough to make these millions
Strong enough to bear the children
Then get back to business

See, you better not play me
Oh, come here baby
Hope you still like me
F*** you pay me

My persuasion
Can build a nation
Endless power
With our love can devour

You'll do anything for me

Who run the world?
Girls!
Who run the world?
Girls!
Who run the world?
Girls!
Who run the world?
Girls!
Who run the world?
Girls!

Who run this motha?
Girls!
Who run this motha?
Girls!
Who run this motha?
Girls!
Who run this motha?
Girls!

Who run the world?
Girls!
Who run the world?
Girls!
Who run the world?
Girls!
Who run the world?
Girls!

What we
What we run
The world
(Who run this motha?)

What we
What we run
The world
(Who run this motha?)

What we
What do we run
We run the world
(Who run this motha?)

What we
What we run
We run the world

Who run the world?
Girls

Muda a cena. Eu cantando Don’t Rain On My Parade vestida como as cantoras dos anos 50.

Don't tell me not to live
Just sit and putter
Life's candy and the sun's a ball of butter
Don't bring around the cloud to rain on my parade

Don't tell me not to fly
I've simply got to
If someone takes a spill
It's me and not you
Who told you you're allowed to rain on my parade

I'm marching my band out
I'm beating my drum
And if I'm fanned out
Your turn at bat, sir
At least I didn't fake it, hat, sir
I guess I didn't make it

But whether I'm the rose of sheer perfection
A freckle on the nose of life's complexion
The cinder or the shine apple of an eye
I gotta fly once
I gotta try once
Only can die once, right, sir?
Ooh, life is juicy
Juicy and you see
I gotta have my bite, sir

Get ready for me love
'Cause I'm a "comer"
I simply gotta march
My heart's a drummer
Don't bring around the cloud to rain on my parade

I'm gonna live and live now
Get what I want, I know how
One roll for the whole shebang
One throw that bell will go clam
Eye on the target and wam
One shot, one gun shot and bang

Hey, Mr. Arnstein, here I am...
I'll march my band out
I'll beat my drum
And if I'm fanned out
Your turn at bat, sir
At least I didn't fake it, hat, sir
I guess I didn't make it
Get ready for me life, 'cause I'm a "comer"
I simply gotta march, my heart's a drummer
Nobody, no, nobody, is gonna rain on my parade!

Depois, Crazy in Love, estilo I’m... yours( Sasha Fierce) world tour.( N/A: não vou colocar a letra). Depois cantando, novamente vestida como cantora dos anos 50, And I Am Telling You I’m Not Going

And I am telling you
Im not going
You're the best man I'll ever know
There's no way I can ever go
No, no, there's no way
No, no, no, no way I'm living without you
Im not living without you
I dont wanna be free
Im staying
Im staying
And you, and you
You're gonna love me, oohh ooh mm mm
You're gonna love me

And I am telling you
I'm not going
Even though the rough times are showing
There's just no way, there's no way
We're part of the same place
We're part of the same time
We both share the same blood
We both have the same mind
And time and time, we've had so much to see and
No, no, no, no, no, no
Im not waking up tomorrow morning and finding that
there's nobody there

And darling there's no way
No, no, no, no way Im living without you
Im not living without you
You see there's just no way, there's no way

Tear down the mountains
Yell, scream, and shout like you can say what you want
Im not walking out
Stop all the rivers, push, strike, and kill
Im not gonna leave you
There's no way I will

And I am telling you
Im not going
You're the best man I'll ever know
There's no way I can ever, ever go
No, no, no, no way
No, no, no, no way Im living without you
Oh, Im not living without you, not living without you
I dont wanna be free
Im staying, Im staying
And you, and you, and you
You're gonna love me

You're gonna love me, yes you are
Ooh ooh love me, ooh ooh ooh love me
Love me, love me, love me, love me

You're gonna love me

O vídeo acabou e todos fizeram o favor de aplaudir de pé durante um minuto. Que exagero! Agora sim, meus pais caíram num choro interminável.

–Então Cherry, o que você gosta de fazer?

– De ler, ouvir musica, jogar videogame, ver TV, navegar na net

– O que você mais gosta de ver?

– Animes, principalmente o Naruto Shippuden. Séries, programas de comédia, jornal e desenho animado.

– E o que quais são os doces que você mais gosta?

– Sou louca com chocolate! Mas o que eu mais gosto é o M&Ms.

–Tipo de filme?

– Comédia romântica e ação.

– Tipo de musica?

– Pop, eletrônica, blues, rock e hip-hop.

– Ok. Você também atuava não é?

– Sim, tínhamos aula de teatro no colégio.

– Então vamos ver esse seu vídeo atuando.

Eu podia entender porque estavam passando tantos vídeos meus. Fergie não entrevistava bem.

– Então Cherry, seu papel é da esposa do cara que morreu. Improvise a cena de quando você ver ele morto no caixão.

– Ok, ok.

– Comecem!

– PERAí! Qual o nome do cara?

– Jonhy.

– Falou, podemos começar.

– Comecem!

– ESPERAI! Eu tenho que começar a chorar. Um minuto. – abaixei a cabeça e fui lembrando tristes memórias.

– Ok, comecem!

– JHONY, POR QUE VOCE NÃO ME CHAMOU?! SEU IDIOTA, PODIA ESTAR AQUI AGORA! POR QUÊ?! POR QUÊ?! – gritei chorando.

– Chega! Agora uma esquisofrenica!

Comecei a rir, como uma louca mesmo, e baguncei os cabelos. Sentei no chão.

– Vozes, lindas vozes me falam o que fazer! Mas eu não quero matar o meu pai! Eu gosto muito dele! Não serve o meu irmão, lindas vozes?

– Agora uma gangster!

– Caraca maluco ! Fui ali arranja um negócio e os policia chego e deu baculejo ne nois!

– Ok! Chega!

O vídeo acabou, e como sempre, as pessoas aplaudiram.

– Você também era muito caridosa não é?

– Bom, eu ajudava em entidades de crianças, canis e em asilos.

– Então vamos ver o ultimo vídeo! (N/A: finalmente!)

O vídeo me mostrava, ao som de Pray, nesses lugares em que eu falei.

– Cherry, foi um prazer conversar com você!

– O prazer foi meu!

– Espero falar sempre com você! E agora, curtam Jesse J!

Desci do palco por trás e fui para o meu lugar. Pouco tempo depois, Fergie e Will subiram ao palco!

– Bom, esse foi o Grammy! Espero que tenham gostado! Adeus!

É, agora era a festa Pós-Grammy.