Affiliate Marketing Secrets

It goes like this: È precuo de le niche comprise de le bays
thats a little part of it but i can’t figure out what its called. The woman singing it has a high pitched voice

So i have a niche/cult hobby(i know its weird in public eye but I LOVE IT) basically I’ve noticed 3 times throughout the year when I’m watching an anime on my laptop two mintues later I will hear my roomies mumble words like Japan Anime dumb stupid and other explicit words. I’m always wearing headphones but is there a way their screen peeking. One of them is an RA so maybe he has the powers to do that at the dorm. All i can say isn’t that an invasion of privacy. I love my hobby to death and want to be a voice actor but everytime i do a goofy voice in my room I feel like i will be talked about behind my back or something. The walls in the dorm aren’t thick either so they can probably hear me say an anime line

Let me know, and let me know if there’s anything I can do to improve!
Thank You!
You and I : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rSKbA24zfII&feature=channel_video_title
Secrets : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d5mTBn6ddBA&feature=relmfu
(Secrets was our first!)
This is from a market we did in our town!
House of Gold!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1m2fmxDJjNM&feature=channel_video_title

I can’t take it anymore, this song is kinda metal, kinda dance (if that makes any sense).
It sounds German, I think the chorus goes:
“Doo…..Doo-ash…..Doo-ash-niche….… (In a low, sort of demonic voice)
Help? D:

The market was a bustle of life. People in stalls were selling or trading, and those walking on the street were carrying purses full of coins just waiting to be spent. There was no room to walk, no room to breathe, and guards scoured the area with their watchful eyes. This was the market of Tanis, the capital city of Actea, taking place every year in the five days leading up to Midsummer’s Day. Hundreds of people from throughout Actea travelled here, to sell, buy and trade.
What the people didn’t know was that their prince was among them. In disguise, the prince Arrow would come here every year, and find a way to destroy someone’s fun. At this very moment, the prince was casually eating a mango that he had stolen from a family from the south.
Suddenly, someone’s hand latched itself onto Arrow’s arm. He tried to pull away, but the tiny fingers wouldn’t budge. He felt himself being pulled to the left, but there were so many people there he couldn’t tell who it was. The hand that grasped him belonged to a child, but someone with extraordinary strength. Trying to pry free from the grip, Arrow tried to pull away, but the person wouldn’t budge.
In a few moments, Arrow found himself in an alleyway, and the hand belonged to a girl – she appeared to be about five or six years old. She was small, delicate looking, but beautiful. Her dark hair reached her hips, and her eyes were astoundingly big – but they were a milky white – no iris, no pupil. Whether she was blind or not, Arrow couldn’t tell, but he was wondering why she had pulled him away. Was she a messenger of the spirits?
“What do you want?” Arrow hissed.
She did not answer, but merely gripped him tighter. After a few seconds of silence, she began to speak. Her voice was very soft, yet she sounded a lot older than she should have – not the voice of an adult, but at least as mature as eleven or twelve. “I know your secrets, my prince. I know your future. That which you fear will one day become your saviour, and those you trust will become your enemies. You will fall in love with the girl with the green eyes, but she will be torn away from you the moment you declare your love. You will one day leave this country, never to return…” She closed her eyes, and slowly let go of him, stepping back into the shadows.
“One more thing… there will be a battle in your future, but the bigger battle will be the one inside of you. Beware that you do not become that which you will try so hard to prevent. Don’t become the villain.”
Sorry I know it’s kind of long. I’m fourteen, if it matters… Also, can anyone think of a better name for the protagonist? I’m not as keen on “Arrow” as I was a while ago (it’s just a nickname, because he’s a champion at archery, but he has no real name that is mentioned)

This is from my fantasy/adventure book: The Tree of Light. All comments, tips and ideas for names or the title, are welcome. Thanks in advance!
Inside the cave, it was darker than any dark Avniel had ever seen. Being an outlaw who had a price on his head, Avniel had hidden in some pretty strange and dark places before. This place, however, was different from any other, and that wasn’t a good thing. Soon the pack of bounty hunters would pass, and he would leave.
Avniel was on his way to Astasia, a nearby city full of secrets which was guarded by the most fool-proof system anywhere: a tree. This tree, however, was no ordinary tree. All the legends claimed that it had been fashioned from pure moon-beams and golden sunlight. It was called the Tree of Light and it kept all evil away from Astasia’s gates.
Avniel chanced a look out of the mouth of the cave, and peered into the darkness. When his eyes adjusted he saw about four or five men on horseback who had cruel, hard faces and nasty looking swords and knives strapped onto their backs. They were talking and joking loudly among themselves. As Avniel’s keen eyes regarded the men, one man, he seemed to be the leader, began shouting at the rest of them. His face stayed obscured in the shadows, but his voice was dark and raspy.
“Hurry up you fools. We need to get going.” Avniel started suddenly. He had heard that voice before.
Right on cue, the raspy voiced man stepped out of the shadows and into a patch of moon light. He was a thin, rough looking man, with long grey streaked hair, beetle-black eyes and an evil, crooked smile on his unshaven face. Avniel gasped and sank back into the shadows of the cave, flattening himself against the wall, staying stock still.
“No”, he hissed under his breath.
“He can’t be here. All the way from Argon, he can’t be that desperate. Why would Daniel Salzar come all this way just for me?” Breathing deeply, Avniel peered around the edge of the cave once more. Salzar was looking away, but Avniel still knew that it was him, just from the greasy black hair hanging past his shoulders and the stooped, lazy way in which he walked and rode. Daniel Salzar would do anything to get hold of Avniel and bring him to Argon, dead or alive. However, Avniel had out-witted Salzar many too many times now, and Salzar’s grudge against the outlaw was getting more and more personal.
Suddenly, Salzar turned, and his deathly black eyes seemed to lock with Avniel’s. Avniel jolted backwards with fright and hit a rock. The walls and ceiling of the cave spun around him as whispered, hissing words seemed to fill his mind,
“The tree, I want the tree.” Then, everything went black.
On the same day of Avniel’s misadventure in the cave, a traveler named Barrett walked through the gates of Astasia. It was a market day; the bustling hordes of villagers gave this away. Barrett sighed wearily; he would get something to eat before he tried to do the business that he came here for.
A plump lady with fiery red hair noticed the tall stranger before he saw her. He was thin and had curly dark brown hair, and chocolate brown eyes. He looked intelligent, and his eyes sparkled mischievously. Any other woman would have thought him handsome, but Aaliyah Reevin wasn’t thinking about looks at all when she spotted him. Now he had noticed her and was coming over. Quickly, Aaliyah threw her shawl around her face, and held it tightly there, so only her hard, grey eyes showed. The man, it was Barrett Hale, she knew it, peered at her curiously as if he had seen her before. Then, shaking his head, he walked off into the merry crowd, leaving a bewildered and angry Aaliyah behind him.
Barrett shook his head. He was sure that he’d seen her, but why would she be here? That woman that he’d passed had the same cruel grey eyes, the same countenance, as Aaliyah Reevin. He thought that he even saw a wisp of wiry orange hair, but, it just didn’t make sense. Barrett shook his curly head once more and stalked off towards the castle.