Llegué al estudio cinco minutos tarde pero a tiempo para entrar y empezar a gravar la primera canción de mi primer álbum. El manager me mira sonriente y con una libreta en sus manos, le guiño un ojo y entro a la sala de grabación con una sonrisa. Había tenido tiempo de cambiarme por ropa limpia y cambiarme las lentillas por unas nuevas. Me posicioné delante de mi micrófono y el guitarrista de vestimentas negras y cadenas con el pelo tan largo hasta los hombros, comenzó a tocar.
He say that have girlfriend
But really he have a big nose
He’s same Pinocchio
Walking in a small street fell alone and suddenly he look her
“Can you stay with me?”
She think that was a joke and laugh and go out
It’s late guy so forget this stupid idea
She never will be with you
In the high school he’s not popular
Everyone think he is only weird
W E I R D
He listen punk music
He is a bad boy
The boy that any girl want, he just want problems
But the love is more important than that things
He wanna need love a good girl that love him too
The things aren’t easy
She’s a pretty girl
Typical that never do nothing
But have problems too
When she come back home, her mom didn’t stop to shout
She try to cover her ears but the tears continue to fall down her skins
She remember that this never change
They want to run behind their dreams
They’re same but they don’t see the other one
So just see him, just see her
While their looks are conecting the fireworks appear
So just see him, just see her
They’re same but they don’t see the other one
While their looks are conected the fireworks appear
So just see him, just see her
But the ends normally are happy
So he meet her and she meet him
They didn’t stop to smile
Becuse just see him, just see her
When the things are difficult
You just have to
See them, see them
(So just see - JUST SAYING cover)
El manager me indica con sus pulgares que todo ha salido bien, me hecho el flequillo para atrás y bebo agua de una botella que me entrega una de las ayudantes a medio tiempo en el estudio, le sonrío y ella se va nerviosa, ¿lo hice mal? Sacudí mi cabeza y miré al guitarrista de pintas tan brutas que daba “miedo” aun que ya estaba acostumbrada a este tipo de ropa, me acerqué con otra botella, le toqué el hombro y él dejó la guitarra de lado y cogió la botella.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
With eyes closed . || Luke Hemmings.
Fanfiction"Nunca se puede olviar del todo, siempre al cerrar los ojos aparecen pequeños lo que yo llamo: flashes del pasado, de ahí que la vida sea como una película" Segunda temporada de Way of looking. [Prohivido adaptar, copiar etc. Solo disfruten de este...
