She is beautiful. Never in my life have I seen a woman so gorgeous. I stare at her like I'm in a trance. I must be, because it's impossible to look away. Her red lips. Her soft closed eyes. He long blonde hair. Her hips. Her hands in the red sparkly...
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"Touché" I tell him. He looks at me before letting out a little sigh. I turn around. I can see him in my mirror. His brown hair. I can see him unpacking. I am so tired of this.I prefer being alone. I turn my attention towards the blank piece of paper that sits before me. I must write a song now or else I cannot practice it tomorrow, but I am all out of ideas. I do not feel inspired. Start with a melody that always helps. I hum something. Yeah, that is good. Now its time for some words.
Now I'm sitting here again.
Its already past 10
Hearing your voice in my head
Wish I could feel your touch again.
I guess that's okay. Now I have to write the whole song.
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I can see her writing on the paper. I wonder what she is writing. Maybe a letter. I have a feeling if I ask her things, it won't end well. But after some time, I decide to ask her. "What are you writing?" I ask. "My next song" she says. Next song? I thought she sang songs that already were public. This shows how much talent she has. Ashley the girl with the songs. The girl with a voice. The girl who is an angel.
"Why do you keep asking me questions?" she asks. "I want to get to know you" I say. "Don't" she tells me. "I don't want to get attached" she says. "I understand" I say before laying down in my bed. It feels so nice finally laying down. Laying in a warm bed.
About a half an hour after our conversation, we both lay down in our beds. She sits there so beautiful and looks down at her paper. I can't make out the words.
"Aren't you scared when you preform?" I ask her. She looks at me. "What do you mean exactly?" she asks. "Aren't you scared to preform for so many people. What if something goes wrong?" She tilts her head.
"In the start I was, but you learn to love it. I feel much better preforming. You get to make an impact on someone, just like I did on you. You get to tell a story. A story where everybody listens. Somebody may relate, and somebody may learn not to do the same mistakes. All because of a song. A song who has a story to tell. The best songs have the best stories, in them and behind them".
For a second, I think about what she just said. I guess it's true. I wouldn't have been impacted by her song if it wasn't for the words. But it wasn't only the words. Its was also her voice, her body, her dress, her movements. Every little thing came together to make something truly beautiful.
"You can't sing a melody" she says. "Neither is it a song if its only on paper. It only becomes a song when you can sing it. It doesn't matter if its in your voice or your head. If you sing it, then it's a song. And every song needs words, because without words its just a melody and that can get boring" she says, as if she read my thoughts.
"Wow that's beautiful" I say. "What about you?" she asks. "Aren't you afraid you will die out there?" Now its my turn to tilt my head at the thought.
"Of course, I'm scared. I don't want to die. You know most of us are actually volunteers. We want to protect our country. The Germans are out there killing innocent people. If we don't do something, then who will? Of course, I'm afraid to die, but I would rather die a war hero than anything else" I tell her.
"Huh" she says. "Well goodnight soldier" she says. "Goodnight Ashley".
