Would Anyone Want To Do A Soap With Little Old Me?
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Thread Topic: Would Anyone Want To Do A Soap With Little Old Me?
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I know you're not on. But id rather type this now than later.
"Daddys Song..." I whispered.
"Now you've been gone for quite a while.
I haven't seen you smile.
I haven't seen you laugh.
Or even holds mamas hand.
And dad I've seen you crying.
You witnessed those people dying.
But your home now...
There's no need to shout.
Daddy, you know we missed you.
Dad what did they do?
What did they do to you?
Hey, Daddy, looks its me, you're son.
You're home, doesn't that mean you've won.
Daddy please don't walk away.
I have too many things to say.
Dad, I can rap in timr
And even bust a decent rhyme.
Dad, DAD, please don't turn around.
Dad, can you hear a sound...?" -
Bump? O-O
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I lean forward and put my chin in my hands. He was good...
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I shook my head, displeased with my performance. I swallowed and tried the alternate version.
"What happens when your spirit dies?" That was the spoken part. Then came the sadness and anger.
"I'll tell you what happens when a spirit dies.
They walk off no matter how hard their own child tries.
All they do is sit and think about themselves.
When everyone around them is begging for their help.
Screaming through cleanched teeth,
Always seeming to seeth.
Always letting tears run down
And sometimes they can never make a sound.
Sure they got problems that will haunt them for a while
but putting their problems ahead; of everybody elses makes it seemed like they walked for miles.
Their soul is black,
Heart barely beating.
They watch their problems stack
Stack until somene else starts fighting."
One of my tears hit the floor.
"And even though youve seen souls battle from toe to toe..
There's not reason to say your home is longer a home...."
I drooped the hand with the microphone by my side. -
I stared at him. Damn.... I kinda wanted to sing that.
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I knew I was at the chorus. I mean, I was pretty good at singing. But I wasn't great..I sighed, and put the microphone back on the stand. I sat, thumbing through the notebook I'd brought along.
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I quietly got up and slowly walked closer to the front.
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I whispered a tid-bit of a rap to myself.
"Wherever the wind blows
Wherever the sun shines
You know I'll be by your side."
I chuckled. That had been a conversion of song to rap. I liked it better when someone.sang it. -
I sat down in one of the front-row chairs and leaned back.
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I tilted the microphone stand, and grabbed thr microphone off of it. I began rapping another song, my eyes boring into the notebook pages.
"All of this criticizing won't ever get inside my head.
I'll continue to dream the dreams I've dreamt when I go to bed.
When things get too bad,
I won't let it get me down.
I'll hurry along and keep making my sound.
As Celine Dion said 'My Heart Will Go On.'
And I said, 'Ha! Sorry honey, not for long.'
In all honesty
That song never inspired me.
But it made me think....." the writing stopped there. I tilted my head.
"I ciuldve sworn I wrote more...." I puffed. -
"I think you could have too." I said.
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I jumped, hearing the voice. I looked around. Though it took me a bit, I noticed Alexander. My ears went hot. "Oh..uh, thanks." I replied unsurely.
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I grinned. "That's pretty good. All of 'em."
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I blushed. "Thanks." In all honesty, the first one had no point. Id just been scribbling words that rhymed. "Ehm," I hesitated. Should I ask him?
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*Umm. xP
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