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D O R O T H Y
I played the soft tunes of the piano.
Poppy's a dancer.
I sang.
Just turned 16, stares at boys who wears glasses. In look magazines.
I related to these lyrics a lot, these words were always on my mind, so I wrote it into a song.
Here comes Tommy, with glasses and all. Flowers in hand, and ambious plans, it's not hard to fall.
She's walking on rivers, he lifts her above. She's full of belonging, and so full of love.
Things get a bit louder. Tommy focused on plans. His smiles replaced with an agressive face. But she'll still hold his hand.
I couldn't relate more to this. I've always felt like I've done things wrong, I felt like I was the one who would be there for others, but they wouldn't be there for me.
Now she's giving up dancing. Tommy says she's too old, he says focus on me, but she disagrees. But she does what she's told.
Are you walking on eggshells, when push comes to shove. Are you full of belonging. But not full of love.
Back to the studio, where she was told not to go. Feeling sick with guilt, the tension builds as she opens the door.
And what would be there. But a trusting pair, of warm bodies lacking of worries, performing the pas de deux
One time in my life, my parents were done with me. They wanted me to stop playing the piano. Stop playing that stupid, rusty old thing. You're too old for that, get a boyfriend and live life. The exact words my mother has said. I did what she told, I've tried getting a boyfriend, I was too scared to tell her that I didn't get one, so I lied.
My father wasn't there to talk to me. He was usually out at work and he'd be passed out when he gets home.
My mother would tell me that I should get rid of that thing as in my piano. I refused to, so I was always in my room, playing some soothing tunes. These tunes always made me relax, whenever my parents would fight, I would rush to my room and play the piano.
I continued singing, playing the piano. Until I heard a knock on my door, "Hey bub, what's up?" I heard my father opening the door and stepped inside my room.
"Just singing a new song that I've been writing for a couple of days," I said, continuing to play the keys to the song.
C G F G
I repeatedly spoke in my head.
"Can I hear it so far?" he sat down next to me. I nodded, playing the keys and sang the lyrics.
Poppy's a dancer.
When I sang what I got so far, my father clapped. He looked astonished, he looked proud of me.
"This is absolutely beautiful, Dorothy," he smiled at me and I smiled back. "You should show this to your mother."
I looked down, "But what if she hates it?" I mumbled as my face heats up in embarassment.
"I bet she wouldn't," I looked at him. His smile was even wider this time, I trusted him and went out of my room to call mum.
I heard footsteps behind me and looked back, seeing my father following me.
"Mum? Where are you?" I shout, nothing. "Hello..?"
I walked into her room and didn't see her anywhere. I looked at my father and he had a confused looked at his face. He looked at me and shrugged, not knowing what to do.
My mum was that kind of person that would travel anywhere, so no one would know where she would be if she left the house.
I felt something weird and looked back inside her room. I noticed, all of her stuff was gone.
"Dad, look," I pointed inside her room, "Her stuff isn't here."
We both walked into her room and looked in drawers, I found a note in it.
Dodie and Nathan,
If you're reading this know that my things are gone. I just felt like I couldn't handle living in this house anymore, please don't go looking for me.
Susan.
"Dad," I passed him the note, he was almost in tears. "S-She left us."
He tightly hugged me as his tears fall down his face.
"S-She didn't care about us! She didn't even say sorry or said goodbye, s-s-she can't just do that," I shout, getting angry. Mum would always be a bit angry, but I never thought that she would be angry enough to leave. "She didn't even say goodbye to her own husband and daughter!"
My father calmed me down and took me into my room, he pointed at my piano and smiled with tears down his eyes.
I sat down, and started to play my new song. It instantly calmed me down, "Thank you so much father. You've helped me so much lately, you're a great person."
"I'm glad that I could help," he smiled at me and sat next to me.
The doorbell rang and I ran down the stairs and opened the door. I saw a red hair boy with a fringe. I was confused, "Hello," I said, making it look more like a question than a statement.
"U-Um, hi," he stutter, looking down.
"May I help you?"
"I-I'm new here, I just moved and my house is right next to yours. My mum told me to say hi to neighbours," he looked at me and I smiled. Maybe this boy is nice I said in my head. "I-I'm Michael, by the way."
"I'm Dorothy or Dodie for short," my smile was even wider. I heard footsteps and saw my father behind me, "Who's this?"
"Hello sir, my name is Michael and I just moved here. Nice to meet you," Michael softly smiled.
"You can come in," Michael walked in, shaking his hands with my father.
"Dodie, why don't you take Michael to your room?"
"Yeah," I mumbled, walking up the stairs with Michael following me. We entered the white room.
He sat on my bed and looked around, he saw my piano and went over to it. "You play the piano?"
I nodded, sitting onto the seat and played a few keys. "Even though it's very old, it still works very well," I say, touching the keys.
"Can I see what you play? O-Only if you want to," Michael looks very into this topic about pianos. I like it.
"Yeah," I play my new song, probably the third time I've played it today.
When I finished, Michael clapped and smiled wide. "You are very talented, Dorothy."
My face turns into a bright shade of pink, "Thank you."
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