What Are You Doing Here?

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*3:45PM*

I feel like going gym today, all by myself. I also feel like singing too.

I grab my ukulele, my camera, my tripod, my phone, pack them up in my blue Jansport backpack, and head out the house. I decide not bring my skywalker board, before I might forget about it, again.

As I arrive at the gym, I take a seat under a nice, huge tree. I grab my my tripod from my backpack and put my camera on top of it. I grab my phone out of my pocket and search up lyrics to one of my favorite songs. I grab my ukulele, and click the record button.

"These four lonely walls have changed the way I feel
The way I feel, I'm standing still
And nothing else matters now, you're not here
So where are you? I've been calling you, I'm missing you

Where else can I go? Where else can I go?
Chasing you, chasing you
Memories turn to dust, please don't bury us
I got you, I got you

Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin'
Runnin', runnin', runnin'
Ain't runnin' from myself no more
Together we'll win it all
I ain't runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin'
Runnin', runnin', runnin'
Ain't runnin' from myself no more
I'm ready to face it all
If I lose myself, I lose it all"

As I was strumming the ukulele, and was about to start singing the boys part, I hear another voice.

"I've outrun the fears that chased, they're standing still
I'm running still, I'm running still
And every voice that cries inside my head, forever drives
Forever drives, I kill the lights

Where else can I go? Where else can I go?
Chasing you, chasing you"

As I slowly stop strumming, making it the song come to an end, I click the stop button on the camera, and turn around.

You? What are you doing here?

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