Lincoln...wasnt really the same after his first concert. He kept replaying the music and really listening to it. It was as if he had never heard the words! He felt all the passion that musicians put into their art.
He remembered he was in the shower playing a certain song...and he couldnt quite stop himself from singing along. He found that singing felt nice and right when he did it, and not only that! He remembered he came home steaming mad. He had been bullied by Ronnie Anne. She had dumped him a while back due to his being a so called "Little bitch". Lincoln had run up the stairs and slapped on his bed to wollow in his own sadness...Thats when he sang to himself.
He felt calm and at peace in that serene moment. He was instantly relieved after a few verses.
He soon realized that maybe...he could take his secret passion further...Why secret? Picture this: you love doing something. Lets say its drawing. You draw constantly and are impressed with your work...but you fear the opinion of others. You love your art so much that you would keep it a secret from everyone...just so they couldnt shatter your heart...you feel as if the one thing that your good at...you'll be bad at. So you hold it in and never tell ANYONE your secret passion. You go through life in a phase...college is a blur. You cant get a degree in art because you fear your parents opinion. You become an engineer and are sad and you die...never truly living.
This is not what Lincoln wants but he would die before he was told his passion was stupid! He loved music and would let it take him down his path...and if that meant that he would stay quiet and never reveal what he was passionate about and die a white faced lie...so be it.
He took it further by taking secret music lessons on weekends. On Saturdays. He would go to Luna for it but like he said if he was bad...he wasnt going to take criticism of his passion.
Lincoln soon found out from what his teacher told him he had some talent that he hadnt unlocked yet. With some more practice he would be a pro!
Lincoln played until his fingers were shredded and bleeding, till he was so tired he blacked out. He didnt realize that he was letting music consume him and make him its bitch.
His teacher told him to take a break and be back next weekend. He was generous to let Lincoln borrow the guitar he always used.It was an Orange faded into red Custom Shop Golden Era Les Paul. In two more weeks of practice he would get his certificate for guitar playing.
He sat in his room on the saturday of his week off bored and alone.His family was at the mall, they had left him home do to his depressed state nobody wanted to bother him but what bothered him more was the sadness that he wasnt practicing. Lincoln looked at his guitar hopefully.
"Maybe i can pass the time by playing alittle... i am alone after all."
(Spoiler) Hes not! Hehehe! im so evil...
Lincoln began plucking at the strings emitting a soft smooth melody. It was plugged to a small amplifier. About the size of a vcr. He pulled at the strings and tried playing from the heart...He closed his eyes and opened his mouth.
My name...
What is it?
A name is nothing more than a shrouded door. Hidden behind the veil
Of what just isnt real...
I live a life with a name
so what
I never earned any fame.
Life isnt a gift unless its a good one.
but i guess making life is all in good fun.
but i live my life to the test
And thats why its the best
to be happy over sad
glad over bad
Everything is okay
but what can i say...
im only happy cause...
IM LOUD! Bein a Loud, just isnt allowed!
What i cant be happy while im loud?!
IM LOUD! Bein a Loud, just isnt allowed
You should be proud ta be loud!
but then at the end of the day...
Is it all in vain?
all it takes is one person to say...
Then you are slain.
You drop into depression
You feel your heart compressin...
You cant get up you dont wanna get up...
Just give up...
Lincoln began crying. He was so scared of what he wanted to be he just wouldnt let it take him. He didnt want this to be his passion...but that wasnt his decision. He loved music and was stuck with it.
He was about to just wollow in his own self pity when he heard a creak at his door... He swung his head up and saw his sister...
It was Luna.