Last Trip To Italy

Chapter 3 - New Discovery (Picture of Mikael)

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“Remember to buy your tickets to prom, seniors!” an overly preppy voice said into a megaphone. I rolled my eyes and continued strumming on my guitar gently. I was sitting on the floor next to my locker waiting for one of my friends to show up since I had come to school extra early today, I always did on Tuesdays since my first class was Music.

A few students passed by and smiled at me, while others who I didn’t know just passed me straight. I got bored again and got up off the ground and decided to take a walk. I pulled my guitar strip over my shoulder and walked around the school aimlessly. I regretted not wearing a jacket today as the cold breeze hit me. I wrapped my arms tightly around my body. I hadn’t been looking where I was going until I bounced into an old, wooden door.

The door had a sign stuck to it saying ‘do not enter’; I looked behind me to see if anyone was there. When I realized no one was, I pushed the door open slightly and peeked inside and saw it was an old auditorium. My eyes widened at the sight. The school was huge so there were places I had never been to before even if I had been a student here for four years.

I looked around me once more before stepping inside. I flicked the light switch on and took in my surroundings. There were fifteen rows of chairs and three columns. But that’s not what caught my attention. There was a wide stage. I walked up a few stairs before standing on the stage and looking around. There was a microphone on the stage attached to nothing.

‘A microphone, my guitar and a sound proof room. Sounds like an invitation to me’ I thought smirking. I pulled me guitar out and sat on the stage. My legs were left dangling awkwardly but I didn’t care. After wrestling with a few wires, I finally attached the microphone to the speakers.

I played a few chords and did my vocal exercises to test the microphone before playing the chords for Stop and Stare by One Republic.

This town is colder now; I think it's sick of us

It's time to make our move; I'm shaking off the rust

I've got my heart set on anywhere but here

I'm staring down myself, counting up the years

Steady hands, just take the wheel...

And every glance is killing me

Time to make one last appeal... for the life I lead

Stop and stare

I think I'm moving but I go nowhere

Yeah I know that everyone gets scared

But I've become what I can't be, oh

Stop and stare

You start to wonder why you're here not there

And you'd give anything to get what's fair

But fair ain't what you really need

Oh, can you see what I see

They're trying to come back, all my senses push

Untie the weight bags; I never thought I could...

Steady feet, don't fail me now

Gonna run till you can't walk

Something pulls my focus out

And I'm standing down...

Stop and stare

I think I'm moving but I go nowhere