Archenemies (Improved)

Chapter 13: Melody of a Broken Heart (Terresse' Side)

Formerly from chapter 9. Thanks to the real Terresse for composing the song below!

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Terresse’s Side

 The people on stage are arguing about the casting. I don’t mind them. Instead, I do my job which us to write a song that they’d be performing. This song is about the pain that Elisa felt when Anthony hurt her and his response to that.

I look at my blank sheet of paper. I’ve been staring at it for hours yet I have no idea on what to write.

Suddenly, Kyle approaches.

“Hi Terresse.” He greets and I freeze. I remember that I told him my name last time. I was stupid. What if he remembered?

“So what are you doing?” he asks.

“Writing a song.” I manage to say. Surprisingly, I don’t sound irritated right now. I am just plain nervous.

“Well, I don’t see any song written. Just paper.” He says, teasingly. I don’t respond.

“Need some help?” he asks.

Should I accept his help? I don’t know. I don’t feel so mad at him right now.

“Okay.” I tell him.

“What would I do?” he asks.

“I’m having difficulty in writing Anthony’s verse. He’s a guy and I don’t know much about guys.” I tell him.

“I think I could help with that.” He says.

“Okay.” I say as I moved aside so that he could sit closer. Why would I let him sit closer? He might not even want to.

But he does sit closer.

“What’s the concept?” he asks.

“This song is for the part after Anthony ‘betrays’ Elisa. This would express their feelings in a song.” I said. “I’ve had an idea for the first verse but as I said, I have a difficulty of continuing it.” I add.

“May I see it?” he asks.

I grab a pen and begin writing.

Girl:

I’m here alone still holding on

To what you said before

That you’ll never hurt me

But what is happening these days

It seems your memories with me all fade away

You’re treating me as a stranger

You’re throwing me as your trash

Proving me that I am nothing 

And what happened was plainly an act

As I write those lines, I feel like I am conveying my own emotion so that Kyle could read it.

“You’re throwing me like trash” – that line is something that I’ve felt. I know that this was just a play but I can’t help but want to burst especially that he is just here beside me. He never really loved me. He just cared.

“That’s…” he starts saying. “…really nice.” He continues.

“It’s my turn now.” He says.  He grabs my pen. As he does so, our hands touch. That sensation makes us look in each other’s eyes. With that he writes Anthony’s verse.