*Play song when told*
(Still Thursday) At lunch I make my way to the music room because I had a song stuck in my head since second period. Mr.Will gave me a key to the music room which I'll definitely be frequently using.
I make my way to the piano but before I close my eyes like I usually do, I decide to keep them open. I only do that when I'm feeling really sad or angry, it makes me express the most emotion.
I'm feeling neither right now so I decide to try it. I'm grateful that the door is locked for my experiment.
*Play song now*
(Imagine Juliette sitting at the piano singing with deep emotion and her eyes trrained on the wall in front of her)
"I wanna take you somewhere so you know I care
But it's so cold and I don't know where
I brought you daffodils in a pretty string''
I sing softly as tears spring my eyes
"But they won't flower like they did last spring
And I wanna kiss you, make you feel alright
I'm just so tired to share my nights
I wanna cry and I wanna love"
I emphasize on 'wanna love'
"But all my tears have been used up
On another love, another love"
I sing gently
"All my tears have been used up
On another love, another love
All my tears have been used up"
I sing sadly while water floods my eyes
"On another love, another love
All my tears have been used up
Oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
And if somebody hurts you, I wanna fight"
My tone changing from angry to sad.
"But my hand's been broken, one too many times
So I'll use my voice, I'll be so fucking rude"
I slowly stand from the bench and press my anger into my fingers which harshly hit the piano keys.
"Words they always win, but I know I'll lose"
Anger is clear in my voice
"And I'd sing a song, that'd be just ours
But I sang 'em all to another heart
And I wanna cry, I wanna learn to love
But all my tears have been used up"
I feel my anger rising and am on the line from singing passionately to downright screaming.
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Sweet Rich Worshipers
RomanceJuliette Mancea a 17 year old girl that lives with her single father. Receiving a scholarship for New York's most elite private school for her senior year Juliette gladly accepts in order to improve her already prodigal knowledge in music. What she...