Anxiety

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(Don't play the song until I tell you please and thanks)
(Ignis POV)
I woke up early to go to Medda's to get ready.
(Time skip)
The boys had finished their speech Medda introduced me to the crowd and I heard the music start playing
(You can play the song but you might want to skip a bit because her intro is a minute long)
Ignis:I feel like I'm standing on the sideline in gym class..praying that I wasn't picked last.Its almost like my tank is running empty ,but there's plenty in there for me to breathe.Why can't I breath.My palms are getting sweaty as I walk into the room;there's so many eyes upon me(I sang as I looked at the floor) I can't drown out the tune..of my own head.Anxiety starts rushing through my veins. Am I Insane?(I sang looking towards Spot.) (I continued to look at Spot singing these lyrics.) One,two,three they just tell you to breath,but how can you understand me. Four ,five , six it's a habit you can't quit ( I sang still looking at him) (Then I looked at Jack) Wont you snap out of it?Why wont you snap out of it?
Flashback:You were having a nightmare and you woke up to Jack shaking you telling you to snap out of it cause you were screaming and crying
.......Snap out of it......(I sang tears starting to swell in my eyes but I refused to let them fall)
My friends invite me out tonight but I just lie and say I might..anything to run away and hide.Talkin bout the time they had if only they knew where I'm at.As I'm waitin in a message back..My palms are gettin sweaty as I walk into the room there so many eyes upon me I can't drown out the tune..of my own head...Anxiety starts rushing through my veins ,am I insane?One,two, three(I looked back towards Spot) they just tell you to breathe,but how can you understand me? Flashback:"No sweetheart just a little broken and scarred."
Four,five,six it's a habit I can't quit I can't snap out of it why can't I snap out of it x2 I wont snap out of it...snap out of it...mmmm...

They all clapped and cheered Then I went to go sit with Spot and we all watched Medda perform while singing with her

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