Forever in Music// Dnf

6.

TW: Death

Tears dripped out of his eyes, hitting the dusty floor, and darkening the wood panels. He coughed, dust swirling around him, and closed his eyes. Squeezing them shut, trying to ignore everything and everyone. It was hard though. Luckily for George, there was an attic. A dusty place that hadn't been touched, seen, or stepped in for years. The perfect place to escape to.

Finally, he opened his eyes, taking the time to look around. He saw old, very old, records, and cd's. He saw a record player, and a dusty grand piano, shoved to the corner of the room. He pushed away boxes and made his way over the piano. If he said he knew how to play it, he might as well try and learn.

He sat down on the stool, but heard a cracking sound. He looked down, and underneath the piano stool, was a box of records. He picked it up, and looked at the label. 'Songs for the broken' Was what was sharpies onto the box. Wow, talk about mocking me. George thought but still took a purple and white record out of the box. He dusted off a record player and set it up, which took about 20 minutes. Finally, he got it to work, and not break. He remembered how to start the record player, from his dad. So, carefully, he placed the record, and set down the needle. The song started playing.

(Lemon Boy ~ Cavetown- Listen to it, it's great)

He recognized the song from somewhere, probably from when he was a lot younger. So, he started to sing along, remembering the lyrics his dad had sang to him as they danced in the living room.

There once was a bittersweet man and they called him, "Lemon Boy"

He was growing in my garden and I pulled him out by his hair like a weed

And like weeds do he only came and grew back again

So, I figured this time I might as well let him be

George smiled, remembering why this song was stuck in his memories.

Lemon Boy and me started to get along together

I helped him plant his seeds

And we'd mow the lawn in bad weather

It's actually pretty easy being nice to a bitter boy like him

So, I got myself a citrus friend

When he was younger they had a lemon tree, and every year or so, they would make lemonade with the lemons. And when George tried to sell the lemonade, nobody would buy it. Eventually he gave up on trying to sell it, and resorted to not picking the tree. There were a couple times he tried to sell again but George just got mad that nobody cared. So, he cut down the lemon tree.

But soon his bittersweet started to rub off on me

You'd think smelling like lemon zest would be pretty neat

I found out that my friends are more of the savory type

And they weren't too keen on compromising with a nice lemon pie

George almost instantly regretted cutting it down, but he didn't stop himself. He just kept stomping on the stump, angry. Then, finally he went up to his room. And he found 3 fully ripe lemons sitting in his bed. His dad had brought them so that they could make lemonade... together

So Lemon Boy and me, we just gotta get along together

I helped him plant his seeds

And we'll mow the lawn in bad weather

It's actually pretty easy being nice to a bitter boy like him