"Okay guys, I'll see you tomorrow. I just gotta practice my song one
more time." I waved to my friends as I tuned my guitar.
"'Kay, if you're sure. Don't forget, tomorrow at eight."
"Alright, see you then." I did a few practice strums as they left. See my friends and I have a band and we were practicing at our local theatre. I had a solo I was going to play at our gig the following day, but I needed to practice once more, as usual, to make sure it was perfect. My music is really the only thing in which I needed absolute perfection. It was this particular obsession that tended to drive my friends and fellow band members to the brink of insanity on a regular basis.
It was a cool song, even though I didn't write it. I heard it one night when I was watching Shrek with my little sister and her friends and thought it was cool. I looked up the sheet music for it and taught myself how to play it, though I left out one verse I didn't like. My friends suggested I play it at our next gig, and the rest, as they say, is history (I hate cliches, but that really seems to fit).
Anyway, back to the present. I sat on my stool and started to play.
I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music do you?
It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Maybe I've been here before
I know this room, I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
There was a time you'd let me know
What's real and going on below
But now you never show it to me do you?
Remember when I moved in you?
The holy dark was moving too
And every breath we drew was hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Maybe there's a God above
And all I ever learned from love
Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
It's not a cry you can hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
I closed my eyes as I finished the song. This is what I lived for. Then I heard movement. My eyes shot open and I scanned the auditorium. I saw nothing. I put my guitar down and called out to the darkness.
"Hello? Is someone out there?" Something moved out of the darkness towards me. It was someone in a long black coat with white-blond hair as long as mine was. He was smirking at me as he said:
"Hello Miss Black. How wonderful it is to finally meet you."
I know, pretty vague and sucky first chapter. But believe me, it'll get better. For now, please review and tell me what you think!
"'Kay, if you're sure. Don't forget, tomorrow at eight."
"Alright, see you then." I did a few practice strums as they left. See my friends and I have a band and we were practicing at our local theatre. I had a solo I was going to play at our gig the following day, but I needed to practice once more, as usual, to make sure it was perfect. My music is really the only thing in which I needed absolute perfection. It was this particular obsession that tended to drive my friends and fellow band members to the brink of insanity on a regular basis.
It was a cool song, even though I didn't write it. I heard it one night when I was watching Shrek with my little sister and her friends and thought it was cool. I looked up the sheet music for it and taught myself how to play it, though I left out one verse I didn't like. My friends suggested I play it at our next gig, and the rest, as they say, is history (I hate cliches, but that really seems to fit).
Anyway, back to the present. I sat on my stool and started to play.
I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music do you?
It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Maybe I've been here before
I know this room, I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
There was a time you'd let me know
What's real and going on below
But now you never show it to me do you?
Remember when I moved in you?
The holy dark was moving too
And every breath we drew was hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Maybe there's a God above
And all I ever learned from love
Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
It's not a cry you can hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
I closed my eyes as I finished the song. This is what I lived for. Then I heard movement. My eyes shot open and I scanned the auditorium. I saw nothing. I put my guitar down and called out to the darkness.
"Hello? Is someone out there?" Something moved out of the darkness towards me. It was someone in a long black coat with white-blond hair as long as mine was. He was smirking at me as he said:
"Hello Miss Black. How wonderful it is to finally meet you."
I know, pretty vague and sucky first chapter. But believe me, it'll get better. For now, please review and tell me what you think!