okay...so after two long vacation months i finally posted a chapter...and here i was working on it. i hope you like it...how i got the idea? well i was staring out at the sea, listening to sad metal and the idea just popped in my head. weird huh? here goes nothing...
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The crowd fell silent as the curtain opened and the lights on the stage faded to nothingness. It was too dark to see the stage but a voice rang out in the stillness of the place…a soft, almost feminine voice.
'I've waited all my life for something that wouldn't come.'
The lights started to shine on a lean figure standing at the microphone. Music flooded through the audience and the people went wild, clapping and shouting out their approvals.
'I would cry out to something that never heard.'
The piano in the background made the song seem so eerie and sad, but the brunet's voice, the grey eyes that seemed to scan the crowd but never actually saw anything, they truly portrayed the misery the singer felt deep within.
'Stars twinkle on and off and still you are not here…I can't feel you by my side.'
Those grey eyes narrowed into cynical blades and Squall Leonhart clutched the microphone stand with both hands, a challenging aura in the curves of his leather-clad body.
'I am forever alone….eternally lonely…'
Electric guitars sounded from behind him and Squall's soft, chocolate hair danced with his sharp movements as all the lights of the concert hall focused on the lone figure in the center of a stage which seemed to swallow him as he threw an arm away from his side, stretching it out to the audience…or rather the thing only his grey eyes seemed to see…
'I know you are not coming for me
But that is okay now
I'll just sit by that tree
I'll think of all the reasons I'm without help
Lost like a little damned whelp
And when a part of me dies
From my incessant cries
I'll hold on to the image of tomorrow
That without a doubt holds only sorrow'
The burnet's long lashes fluttered like butterfly wings as he closed his eyes and softly sang out his symphony, his ivory chest unhidden by his sleeveless, black, leather jacket.
'Tell me what is wrong with life
We are all just too damn busy with strife
When being lonely hurts like a bloody knife
And I bet that you can tell
To be unable to believe in anyone is hell.'
Squall seemed to smirk, 'If you can hear my dying words'
'Come with me.' Came the shout of the crowd and the background singers...
'If you can hear my longing words'
'follow me..' again they rang out above the brunet's voice, wiping away all sorrow from his expression, replacing it with nothing but emptiness as all music died away to the soft ring of the piano…
'Without you, it used to be true…
That I couldn't see it through…
That I barely made it during the days
And even in the nights, the cold bed
Made my heart as heavy as lead…
An still now it's true
That I want to be with you…
But you are no more and I…'
Squall and the music both went dead… silent for a moment of suspense and the lights dimmed before they exploded again and the brunet took a step foreword, the music and guitars competing with the microphone and his voice to be heard.
'I've waited all my life for something that would never come
Cried out time and time again to something that never heard
Stars twinkle on and off and still you are not here…
I can't feel you by my side
I am…
Forever alone….
Eternally lonely…'
Applause filled the hall as the music came to a finishing stop and the brunet walked off the stage, not even taking a bow or gesturing with his hand for a leaving wave. Everything about him gave rise to suspicions and doubts. Squall Leonhart was a very reserved seventeen year old thrown in the shadows of mystery, but a blonde just knew that he held a chance to unraveling the many intricate rumors and stories connected to the brunet's past and lineage. And the blonde's sharp, deep, jade eyes followed Squall's every movement as he disappeared backstage.
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the lyrics suck...trust me i know...but they prove my point...
