This Town |NH|

Chapter Fifty

"Thank you," she said, a nervous smile flashed across her face as she looked down in her lap, I knew she was blushing. She still had that adorable quirk. "This next song is about a boy." A bunch of 'oohhs' and 'aahhs' came from the crowd. "I, uh, had a best friend in this little town I grew up in. One of the very few who didn't see where we had come from as something bad. As we grew up, we made all of these grandiose plans of things we would do together once we had turned 18 and could get out of that town. Eventually, we both came to realize that somewhere along the way, we had fallen in love. And, it was perfect for awhile but he was able to escape and didn't take me with him."

"Boooo!"

"Oh, no, don't be like that. He tried to get me to come with him but life was throwing me more curveballs than I could handle at the time and it just wasn't possible. We tried...really hard, we did. But, things just weren't aligning for us. But, the thing I take away from that, is that I know he loved me for me. He didn't see any of the differences. He loved me in torn jeans and a t-shirt with my hair as messy as can be. And, I can look back on it now as a great learning experience, however painful it may have been. This is '2 Poor Kids'."

I don't want no time on the big screen
I'm okay with me and my ripped jeans

And you, and you

Messy hair, that's what he likes on me
I don't care as long as we're happy and free
To be just you and me,

Free to be just you and me

They think it's a shame
That the world will never know our names
But I think that's okay
'Cause love gets ruined by money and power and fame and

We're just two poor kids from a really rich city
My oh my, what a pity
'Cause we've got a love story unlike the rest
No fancy suit and no fancy dress
Just us, just us, just love, just love
Just us, just us, just love, just love

He picks her up in a Benz but
My lover comes by himself and a dozen roses
He probably stole 'em
He's got a smudge of mud on his eye
Here to make me break into smile

'Cause he drives them mad, oh, he drives them mad

'Cause they think it's a shame
That the world will never know our names
But I think that's okay
'Cause love gets ruined by money and power and fame and

We're just two poor kids from a really rich city
My oh my, what a pity
'Cause we've got a love story unlike the rest
No fancy suit and no fancy dress
Just us, just us, just love, just love
Just us, just us, just love, just love

Dollar signs all around us
We sneak onto the city bus
Too blinded by what we have to notice
Your mean old laughs

Dollar signs all around us
We sneak onto the city bus
Too blinded by what we have
To notice your mean old laughs

And they think it's a shame
That the world will never know our names
But I think that's okay
'Cause love gets ruined by money and power and fame and

We're just two poor kids from a really rich city
My oh my, what a pity
'Cause we've got a love story unlike the rest
No fancy suit and no fancy dress

Just us, just us, just love, just love
Just us, just us, just love, just love, love, love

When she finished the song, again, I was almost in tears. Despite the tweaking she had done on the story, it was all there. She reminded me of it all. She reminded me that we had been at our best when it was just the two of us, me and her, against the world. And I had let the world turn against us.

She sang more songs, all of them amazing. I sat there stunned; in awe of all she had done on her own. When the night was almost over, I had nearly lost my mind with anxiety. Every lyric spoke to me, as if they were all about us, which I'm sure they weren't but what if they were?

"Alright, everyone, this is the final song of the night."

"Noo!"

She giggled a little, "I know. I know. But you know I'll be back. This next song is brand new, and you all will be my guinea pigs. I hope you like it. I'm sure there's some tweaking that will be done but I'm hoping to make a longer record in the coming months, so I've gotta test these out on someone. And, of course, for anyone who was unable to get my little EP last month, I have more with me tonight. Yay! So be sure to grab your own copy. And, as always, add your suggestions and requests to the jar. Okay, this is 'Young'." A drum beat began to pulse through the pub as she struck the piano chords with a new vibrancy. This was going to be good.

Tonight hope fills our lungs
And I can see it in everyone
Tonight the city is alive and I can breathe for the first time
The lights use to tell us no now they glow
The songs use to make us sad
Tonight they don't sound so bad
They don't sound so bad

I can hear the sirens
I can see the fire
And it feels so good
So good to be young
And it feels so good
So good to be young

Tonight I can hear the laughs
They're louder than all of the backlash
Tonight I can see the smiles
And I think that I'll stay awhile
The signs they use to tell us stop
Tonight, tonight they say go
The doors they use to be shut closed
Tonight they open for all
They open for all

I can hear the sirens
I can see the fire
And it feels so good
So good to be young
And it feels so good
So good to be young

I am obsessed with being a messed, a messed
I am in love with being young, so young
I don't know what the future holds
But one day when I'm old
I'll look back and remember the night when I

I could hear the sirens
I could see the fire
And it felt so good
So good to be young
And it felt so good
So good to be young

She finished and everyone erupted in applause. She stood up, with a big smile on her face. She held her hands up in thanks and bowed. When she stood back up, she looked around the room and I could've sworn, her eyes landed on me. Her expression briefly changed into one of panic before she flashed a smile again. She bowed one more time and walked off the stage.

The two songs Siobhan sings are by Ruth B titled "2 Poor Kids" and "Young".