I know you're somewhere out there
Somewhere far away
I want you back
I want you back
My neighbours think I'm crazy
But they don't understand
You're all I have
You're all I have
At night when the stars
Light on my room
I sit by myself
Talking to the moon, tryin' to get to you
In hopes you're on the other side talking to me too
Oh, am I a fool who sits alone talking to the moon
I'm feeling like I'm famous
The talk of the town
They say I've gone mad
Yeah, I've gone mad
But they don't know what I know
'Cause when the sun goes down
Someone's talking back
Yeah, they're talking back
At night when the stars
Light on my room
I sit by myself
Talking to the moon, tryin' to get to you
In hopes you're on the other side talking to me too
Oh, am I a fool who sits alone talking to the moon
Do you ever hear me calling?
'Cause every night
I'm talking to the moon, still tryin' to get to you
In hopes you're on the other side talking to me too
Oh, am I a fool who sits alone talking to the moon
I know you're somewhere out there
Somewhere far away
the song finishes just as i enter one of my favorite classes, Vocals, art being my other favorite. I Love them both, and, unlike most of my class mates they come easily to me, i don't have to work at them.
I walk to the back of the room, as usual, throwing my bag under my chair, i sit down.
"good morning class my name is ms Dolkis. i will be your teacher for the rest of the year because your previous teacher Mr Frayer, is retiring."
A new teacher. Oh goody.* please note the sarcasm*
"OK so to start off i want you all to stand up and we'll do some stretches." Groaning the whole class gets up ad for he next ten minutes are spent stretching and exercising our voices.
"So now that that is over with, just so i can get a feel on how everyone sings. so I'm gonna call your names and your just going to sing out part of a song. i can be any song as long as it's appropriate."
she wen threw the hole class and a variation of songs were sung. some brilliantly and some.... not so much. some people had plenty of talent and some were as skilled as shit. and shit has no talent. Any who she went through the whole class till she came to me.
"Jessica Zimmers?" she reads off the list and looks up hopefully. everyone in the class turns around to look at me. Fuck she actually wants me to do this? I was hoping one of the other teachers had tipped her off that you just ignore me. but no of course they didn't.
