The One I'm Not (Twenty One Pilots)

Christmas Angel

It was the day of their first gig and Tyler and Josh couldn't be more excited and nervous. They had set everything up and now they were waiting for people to file in. It was seven o'clock and they were going to start soon. There were only a couple people in the room so far. Mark and two of his co-workers. 

Ten minutes passed and eight more people filed in. Josh looked over to Tyler and nodded his head. Tyler picked up the microphone.

"Hello everyone. We're Twenty One Pilots and we're going to play a couple songs for you tonight."

Tyler sat down at the piano.

"This first one doesn't actually have a name, so maybe you can help us with that."

Josh hit play on the backing track and music filled the room. Josh and Tyler then started playing.

"I wake up fine and dandy but then by the time I find it handy,
To rip my heart apart and start planning my crash landing,
I go up, up, up, up, up to the ceiling,
Then I feel my soul start leaving, like an old man's hair receding,
I'm pleading please, oh please on my knees repeatedly asking,
Why it's got to be like this, is this living free,
I don't want to be the one, be the one who has the sun's blood on my hands,
I'll tell the moon, take this weapon forged in darkness,
Some see a pen, I see a harpoon.

I'll stay awake,
'Cause the dark's not taking prisoners tonight.

Why am I not scared in the morning,
I don't hear those voices calling,
I must have kicked them out, I must have kicked them out,
I swear I heard demons yelling,
Those crazy words they were spelling,
They told me I was gone, they told me I was gone.

But I'll tell them,
Why won't you let me go?
Do I threaten all your plans?
I'm insignificant.
Please tell them you have no plans for me.
I will set my soul on fire, what have I become?
I'll tell them.

On the eve of a day that's forgotten and fake,
And the trees they await and clouds anticipate,
The start of a day when we put on our face,
A mask that portrays that we don't need grace,
On the eve of a day that is bigger than us,
But we open our eyes 'cause we're told that we must,
And the trees wave their arms and the clouds try to plead,
Desperately yelling there's something we need,
I'm not free, I asked forgiveness three times,
Same amount that I denied, I three-time mvp'ed this crime,
I'm afraid to tell you who I adore, won't tell you who I'm singing towards,
Metaphorically I'm a whore, and that's denial number four.

I'll stay awake,
'Cause the dark's not taking prisoners tonight.

Why am I not scared in the morning,
I don't hear those voices calling,
I must have kicked them out, I must have kicked them out,
I swear I heard demons yelling,
Those crazy words they were spelling,
They told me I was gone, they told me I was gone.

But I'll tell them,
Why won't you let me go?
Do I threaten all your plans?
I'm insignificant,
Please tell them, you have no plans for me,
I will set my soul on fire, what have I become?
I'll tell them, you have no plans for me,
I will set my soul on fire,
What have I become?
I'll tell them,
I'll tell them,
I'll tell them,
I'll tell them,

Please tell them, you have no plans for me,
I will set my soul on fire, what have I become?
I'm sorry."

The small audience clapped and Twenty One Pilots carried on with their set. 

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After their set, the audience seemed to like it somewhat, but Tyler didn't. Something about it made him feel awful, it didn't feel right. He started thinking about the antics and the way the music moves him when he's by himself when writing and recording his old songs in his room and in the studio. Why didn't he let that take over his body when it comes to a show? As opposed to hiding that and just, like, executing the songs, reliving the songs on stage. Maybe that would make the show feel right.