The Voice (Luke Hemmings)

12. Job?

I had black ripped skinny jeans on, with a red and black checkered flannel around my waist and a black tank top with a white Blink-182 logo on it, and my guitar was in the bag, on my back. My hands were sweaty, and I felt kinda nervous. And I really hated the feeling. "Here! It's the perfect spot!" Anna said. We were in a random part of the city, which was kinda busy. We were standing on a small square where a few shops and 2 or 3 restaurants were. "What are you waiting for? Get your guitar out of that case and start earn some money!" Anna said. I sighed and looked at her. "I'm really nervous. Can I have a sympathy hug?" I asked and she chuckled. "Sure." She said and wrapped her arms around me. After a while she pulled back and looked serious. "Now, you are gonna get that guitar out of it's case and play. I'll be sitting over there." She said and I nodded. I took a deep breath and grabbed my guitar, the case laying open, in front of me. I remembered all the chords I learned this past week, so that was good. I already decided to sing Jar Of Hearts first, after that Give Me Love, and then Somewhere Only We Know. Kick Me wasn't really a song to sing along to. I took one last deep breath before my hands almost automatically started strumming, catching the attention of many people. But they turned away though. Hm.

No I can't take one more step, towards you.
'Cause all that's waiting is regret.
Don't you know I'm not your ghost anymore?
You lost the love I loved the most.

I've learned to live, half alive.
And now you want me one more time.

People were stopping now, standing a few feet away, listening. Do I make eye contact? Do I close my eyes while singing? Fuck. Do they like it?

Who do you think you are?
Running 'round leaving scars.
Collecting your jar of hearts.
Tearing love apart.
You're gonna catch a cold,
From the ice inside your soul.
So don't come back for me.
Who do you think you are?

I hear you're asking all around.
If I am anywhere to be found.
But I have grown too strong.
To ever fall back in your arms.

There was a small crowd standing around me while I smiled. This is good right? Yea. I think so. Several people came walking towards me, smiling while throwing money in the guitar case. I nodded as a 'thank you' and smiled brightly. This was great.

I've learned to live, half alive.
And now you want me one more time.

Who do you think you are?
Running 'round leaving scars.
Collecting your jar of hearts.
Tearing love apart.
You're gonna catch a cold,
From the ice inside your soul.
So don't come back for me.
Who do you think you are?

It took so long, just to feel alright.
Remember how to put back the light in my eyes?
I wish I had missed the first time that we kissed.
'Cause you broke all your promises.
And now you're back.
You don't get to get me back.

There was a group of teenagers walking past and I saw Anna's face fall. She probably knew them from school. They walked past and looked at me like I was some freak. They snickered and when they were a few feet away they bursted out laughing. Fuckers. I'll just ignore them.

And who do you think you are?
Running 'round leaving scars.
Collecting your jar of hearts.
Tearing love apart.
You're gonna catch a cold,
From the ice inside your soul.
So don't come back for me.
Don't come back at all.

And who do you think you are?
Running 'round leaving scars.
Collecting your jar of hearts.
Tearing love apart.
You're gonna catch a cold,
From the ice inside your soul.
So don't come back for me.
Don't come back at all.