I remember watching you you on YouTube for the first time, it was that Story of my Life cover your band did. I didn’t fall in love with you I fell in love with the guitarist, I liked his hair and plus he plays guitar. I suppose it’s a typical girl thing to fall for the guitarist, not the bassist. Or maybe that was just a me thing. I remember watching my first video of an original song your bands did, I relate to it so much. I just wanted to be a somebody to somebody and so did you, maybe not in the same way, but maybe in the same way. I got distracted, and no not by your bandmate but by another band. I found that band first, I felt as though I was betraying them, as if I like them I couldn’t like you because I would be cheating on them, but …show more content…
I thought that we would be a perfect match if we ever met. That we would fit perfect together. I thought that maybe we could be something special if we ever did meet. Than I started wondering were we would met, maybe in the big city at one of your bands concerts as I danced in the front row, or maybe in the Harvey’s down the road from me, or maybe at one of the beaches in LA. I thought maybe I could be your somebody and I could be mine. That I could tour with your band and we would have the best of times with each other. That guitarist that I fell in love with in the start would become a great friend of mine someone I could talk with about anything. I saw the singer as someone who would be the perfect one to have a sing-a-loud in car on a long road trip. The drummer as someone who I would make tons of jokes with, and we would piss each other, not to be mean way but joking way were your non-stop laughing. And you, you and I we would do all of those things and more. You would be my partner in crime, my somebody to have the deepest darkest conversations with, my someone to sing at the top of my lungs with. We would go through all the hard times together but we would go through all the best times
"It's alright Austin we were just talking about Open Mic Night" the club president, Anne assured me.
The street lamps flickered as I stare out the blurry window watching the rain pour down on the asphalt. The house was silent expect for the sound of the microwave running. I ran my hands through my hair trying to calm my nerves. “It’s just a movie.” I muttered as I walked into the kitchen to grab my popcorn.
That night the neighborhood was alive with music and lights, "that party would be talked about for a while" thought Jerome. Everything was perfect, he had the best costume, didn't feel sick, and he was pretty popular that night. Then it all went downhill, he was talking to his friend and didn't notice when a stranger walked by and put a pill in his drink. The next thing he knew he woke up locked inside an asylum, still dressed in his 80's themed costume(disco pants, sneakers, Afro and rainbow leg warmers). If you thought he could just go out the window, you thought wrong, 4 stories up inside a locked room. Knowing he could get out through the the door or the window he looked for another way out, finding a piece of paper with the words "lay on the bed and
Nolan narrowed his eyes at me, ready to retort but suddenly he shut his yap staring past me. I glanced over my shoulder and spotted our principal, Kay Pal, and his daughter, Janine. Next to her was a tall guy with black hair and dark blue eyes. I recognized him as Kayden Adams, Janine's boyfriend, according to Instascam--I mean Instagram.
Jackie Kranz Ms. Sentner Period 5 October 17, 2017 Ava & Lily Lily - I was bored. I had something to eat, watched some television, played with my Nintendo, did my homework, and it was still only eight o’ clock. My friend Ariel was out, and I sat looking at the goldfish swimming around their tank, wondering what I could do. Then the telephone rang, and my life changed forever.
Prologue Heat makes its way across my skin, the UV rays cascading across my face. Small beads of sweat fall down my face, as the luminous sun beats down on me. Thoughts run through my brain and I can see the sun through my closed eyes. The faint sounds of “Mambo Italiano” fill my ears as my mamma sings away in the kitchen beside me. The light breeze hits me and I let out a small smile as my mother lets out a small “Shit” as she drops something on the floor.
The deafening wail of the sirens pierces the air, enveloping my senses with its shrill, urgent cry. I squint against the searing red lights that flood my vision, disorienting me further. Blinking rapidly, I try to make sense of my surroundings. The last thing I remember is standing in front of the exit sign.
NOELLE'S POV I leave school and Lucian hasn't texted me or called me after Saturday. I will wait for him to text me. I don't want to insist. The next day he didn't come to school or replied my texts.
From the classic old school music of Michael Jackson and Whitney Houston, to the new school music of Justin Bieber and Chris Brown grew my love and passion of music and singing. From the time I was born there was always music playing all around me. It came to the point where i knew every song, word for word, by the Jackson 5 at only four years old. No matter what I was doing or where i was going there was always a tune in my head that i was either humming or singing at the top of my lungs. I guess i owe that passion to my family who always filled the house with all kinds of songs.
I had always expected it to feel different. I had based my thoughts only on what I had seen and heard. In my mind it would all happen just as it did on dramatic TV shows. Dramatic was the last word I would ever use to describe myself when it happened. To my undying surprise I felt almost reposeful.
“I’m sorry darling, I hate to break it to you, but you can’t pass the class without submitting to me” “Sir, I beg you please” my voice trembled with nervousness, “please don’t put me in this situation, please, I just want to graduate as soon as possible.” “Fine, I’ll let you off the hook, but be prepared to retake the class several times.” “I just don’t comprehend why you chose me” “WHY ME”, I repeat with agony. “Oh, stop asking foolish questions,” he said irritably. “Why the hell would a guy go after a lady if he didn’t find her attractive as hell.
ENTRY -4 Looking back to days gone by, Think of all the ways i've tried, to show you that my love is true, since the day you said "I do." Trips together to the Kugnae shore, with you beside me I was never bored. We'd laugh and lark in the sun's bright rays, cuddle 'neath a woven sheet when the day gave way. Now I reflect upon your sweetest smile, Your updone hair, and your personal style.
A Wednesday matinee, nonstop rain, many empty seats at the Met, an audience that did not know when to applaud, and didn't seem to care about applauding, either . . . Multiple elements combined to prevent today's Lane-Simkin Giselle from reaching the top-drawer level of last year. That breathless, edge-of-the-seat astonishment which was palpable at Lane's debut performance was missing today. And while a rainy day can put a damper on anything, an electric performance on stage should be able jolt a sleepy, apathetic audience utterly awake.
So I replied, "I like punk, ska, some metal, and alternative." The conversation went on a little more, typical questions how long have you been playing, have you been in a band before, have you played any venues, etc. So this person ended up giving me an address and said can you practice tonight. Then I was thinking well I could but how am I going to tell my parents where I am going and that I just met this mysterious person online that I am going to try out for their band. So I used college as an excuse, my parents were always supportive of me playing music. I told them I met these kids at school and they want me to try out for their band tonight here's the address I am going to. You know just in case they were not who they said they were but I was not thinking with how naive I was at this age; I was just really excited to play in a real band not with high school friends; these people were in college. So I ended up practicing with them and they already had songs made and bass lines for those songs so I really just needed to learn the music and then they told me they had a gig coming up in a couple weeks and I needed to be prepared. So in my head I am so excited
When discussing the poetic form of dramatic monologue it is rare that it is not associated with and its usage attributed to the poet Robert Browning. Robert Browning has been considered the master of the dramatic monologue. Although some critics are skeptical of his invention of the form, for dramatic monologue is evidenced in poetry preceding Browning, it is believed that his extensive and varied use of the dramatic monologue has significantly contributed to the form and has had an enormous impact on modern poetry. "The dramatic monologues of Robert Browning represent the most significant use of the form in postromantic poetry" (Preminger and Brogan 799). The dramatic monologue as we understand it today "is a lyric poem in which the speaker addresses a silent listener, revealing himself in the context of a dramatic situation" (Murfin 97). "The character is speaking to an identifiable but silent listener at a dramatic moment in the speaker's life. The circumstances surrounding the conversation, one side which we "hear" as the dramatic monologue, are made by clear implication, and an insight into the character of the speaker may result" (Holman and Harmon 152).