(Just saying ahead this is a world in which no song that we know has been made so all the songs throughout this tale are made by the characters p.s. future chapters)
Lincoln awoke that morning thinking that he was home alone, he had pretended to be sick so he could stay home from aunt ruths. He had fallen asleep before they came to a decision, but after waking up at noon he assumed they had left him at home. *jeez finally im alone* he stood and stretched getting out his tension. *i can finally finish my song* Ever since he had gone to that smooch concert he had become obsessed with music, he began singing and grew fond of doing it!
He had written two songs over the past three months, yet he had a feeling this would be the best. He had the perfect career plan: what if i create multiple songs that apply to every audience? Im talking heavy metal, rock, pop, rap etc. I could become just about the most successful music artist, i could make it to the top. Thats not why he did it though he did it because he enjoyed it*he finally wrote the last word in his song. He stared down at the sheet of paper in awe. He pulled his secret sin from beneath his bed... a vintage guitar, shaded like the sunset fading orange to red. He cleared his throat and prepared his vocal chords as well as stretching his fingers. "Ahem." No thank you" is what I should've said, I should be in bed
But temptations of trouble on my tongue, troubles yet to come
One sip, bad for me
One hit, bad for me
One kiss, bad for me
But I give in so easily
And no thank you is how it should've gone
I should stay strong
But I'm weak, and what's wrong with that?
Boy, oh boy I love it when I fall for that
I'm weak, and what's wrong with that?
Boy, oh boy I love ya when I fall for that
I'm weak
But I'm weak, and what's wrong with that?
Boy, oh boy I love ya when I fall for that
(Boy, oh boy I love ya when I fall for that)
No thank you
They call me after dark, I don't want no part
My habits, they hold me like a grudge
I promise I won't bu-
eeeerrr* the sound of the floorboards squeeking alerted Lincoln someone was at his door. He looked up in absolute dread. It was luna hand over mouth, tearing up. "L-lincoln i had no idea you could do that..." lincoln sighed he had been caught red handed. "Do what exactly?" he said in a sad tone. "Any of it, i had no idea you could play guitar or sing!" Luna said actually excited. A confused look crossed her face. "What song was that?" Luna asked. Lincoln looked down and mumbled something that luna couldnt quite make out. "What?" Luna asked. "I wrote it." Lincoln said quietly. Luna smiled and sat beside him. "We should work on some together... maybe we could work together from here on out i mean i didnt know you were as into music as me until now..." luna said. Lincoln smiled. "That sounds great." Luna took notice of the songs he made and picked them up along with the musical notes. She studied them. "U-Um bro do you think you could maybe... sing me one?"
Lincoln looked stunned at first but was glad how much his sister cared for his talent. "Of course, which one? Lincoln asked. Luna studied the sheets. "This one mate" She said handing him the lyrics and notes. "Luna this is a song i havent even done out loud yet..." Luna gave him the puppy dog eyes. "Alright but only if you sing me one of yours." Lincoln said. Luna nodded "done." Lincoln inhaled and exhaled. *phew* he stretched his fingers along the guitar strings...Written in these walls are the stories that I can't explain
I leave my heart open but it stays right here empty for days
She told me in the morning she don't feel the same about us in her bones
Seems to me that when I die these words will be written on my stone
And I'll be gone, gone tonight
The ground beneath my feet is open wide
The way that I been holding on too tight
With nothing in between
The story of my life
I take her home
I drive all night
To keep her warm
And time is frozen (the story of, the story of)
The story of my life
I give her hope
I spend her love
Until she's broke
Inside
The story of my life (the story of, the story of)
Written on these walls are the colors that I can't change
Leave my heart open but it stays right here in its cage
I know that in the morning now I see us in the light upon a hill
Although I am broken, my heart is untamed, still
And I'll be gone, gone tonight
The fire beneath my feet is burning bright
The way that I been holding on so tight
With nothing in between
The story of my life
I take her home
I drive all night
To keep her warm
And time is frozen (the story of, the story of)
The story of my life
I give her hope
I spend her love
Until she's broke
Inside
The story of my life (the story of, the story of)
And I been waiting for this time to come around
But baby running after you is like chasing the clouds
The story of my life
I take her home
I drive all night
To keep her warm
And time is frozen
The story of my life
I give her hope (give her hope)
I spend her love
Until she's broke (until she's broke inside)
Inside
The story of my life (the story of, the story of)
The story of my life
The story of my life (the story of, the story of)
The story of my life...
he struggled to catch his breath. Luna gave him the warmest hug she could manage and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Linc this is the start of something great..." lincoln nodded. "So it was good?" Luna laughed. "It was beautiful linc. Now come to my room lets start working.