Italics stand for singing.
All music is my original work, so dont steal my skill!
Sho Reagan stared at the mirror, knowing he would have to smile a smile with no meaning once more. What did it feel like to truly be happy- to smile with a lot of emotion and no lies? Sho shook his head- his prison of shadows in his mind had nothing to be real for.
Sho had shaggy brown hair, cute but messy. He had goldish highlights in the mix as well. His eyes were a dark shadow of green, just as green as his envy of other people's emotions and feelings. He knew his pale complexion and his harmonic voice weren't blessing, as most people saw it as.
His talent and beauty were a curse a thousand times over.
Sho took a deep breath, and walked onto that stage for the third time today. He smiled this brilliant, pearly white grin. Once more, he had to leave his hatred behind. Once more, he felt like a puppet. Once more, his blessing became a curse. The crowd was full of women about the same age he was- 18 years old.
"Hello, Ninjago City!" Yelled Sho into the microphone, "You look beautiful tonight!"
Then he saw a surprise: the ninja were there, as well as the samurai. He knew today must be his living hell. A special performance. He smiled, but sighed silently. This was perfect... If you loved singing so much you couldn't talk normally, and you wanted to fill your brain with pointlessness. He felt a lump form in his throat, but he swallowed it.
Sho announces, "Oh? Is that the NINJA I see? I'm honored to be able to perform for such heroes!"
If there was God up there, then Sho guessed He hated Sho- a lot.
He did not just dislike the ninja... He despised them for being famous. It meant special songs, old requests, and a long show. His voice would never return to normal, not unless he quit before his voice was stuck in eternal flatness. He had to sing to put emotion in his voice- the only time he felt safe...
The music started, and Sho did the only thing that made him feel anywhere near normal. He sung.
"Ya gotta go strong, ya gotta think fast, or this beautiful day, will be the last... Ya gotta keep fighting the flow of a river...
"It seemed so long ago, that I ever looked into your eyes. I wiped your tears away, asking why you're cryin'. 'Why does it matter?' you began to ask, and I pulled off my masquerade mask...
"I told you don't worry, we'll be alright! As long as I linger, in your sight! Nothing matters more to me... Than you... And me...
"Seemed like ball gowns are made of light, and seems like yours eyes are silken night. The angels seemed to fall away... For you...
"It's more than a way! More than I'll be! I'm nothing more than a bachelor, in a starry sea... I'm only man, waiting for his girl, in the mysterious pull of the unknown world! Ya gotta go strong, ya gotta think fast, or this beautiful day, will be your last... Ya gotta keep fighting the flow of a river, that's heart deep...
"You're more to me..."
Sho's smile that was false meant nothing more than a show of his teeth and a lie. But the feelings inside of him, in his painful song, were beyond real. The quick, warm beat brought him to his senses.
"I know I did things in the past that weren't true, but no matter how far I ran it was always back to you! And I don't know why, but you never gave up, and I can't tell how, you always could give so much...
"I know you loved me, more than anyone could, but I know my heart was freed, when I saw your face, in my dismal world... It was more hopeful than an angel could be...
"It's more than a way! More than I'll be! I'm nothing more than a bachelor, in a starry sea... I'm only man, waiting for his girl, in the mysterious pull of the unknown world! Ya gotta go strong, ya gotta think fast, or this beautiful day, will be your last... Ya gotta keep fighting the flow of a river, that's heart deep...
"It's heart deep, beyond words can describe... Nothing matches my puzzle together, like your piece... You're not some small fish to catch and release. I'm not some beast of a man, like an angel could match...
"You're more... To me... You're more to meeee..."
All the crowd screams, save the ninja. They nodded in approval, save the white one. It was more like the blonde was appraising him- Zane, was it? Sho could feel him and his judgmental blue eyes. It was frustrating to be looked at like there was something wrong with Sho!
Then, Sho felt a chill crawl up his back. Zane knew he was faking his smiles. The brunette star felt it in his cold bones. He couldn't seem to do anything to convey his anger, because he had forgotten how to move his eyebrows. The only thing he could do was pull a straight face- not even a frown could manage.
After finishing the concert, Sho decided to speak to Zane. It would increase his fame- not that he wanted to be more popular-, but he wanted to feel. Who better than the ninja to give him back his heart? Of course, it's one thing to plan out the conversation...
Of course Sho would get Zane to scare him half to death.
A cold, light hand touches Sho's shoulder, and Sho whipped around. Sho didn't even look scared, unless you looked into his eyes. His fear wasn't skin-deep. It was hidden inside of him because of the fact he couldn't feel anymore. His face was nearly that of a porcelain doll, and his voice was flat like paper.
"Excuse me, Sho Reagan?" Zane asks.
Sho responds, "Yes, that's me."
Zane asks, "Why did you seem... Pained? When you were on stage?"
"Because of you ninja." Sho responds quietly, his paper tone never changing. The he walks away.
Then Zane knew it, in his heart. Sho was a caged bird of prey- unhappy to stay in it, unable to leave the prison another had inflicted on him. Zane also knew one more thing.
Zane knew how to set Sho free.