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Say Something
Chapter 1
It started with a song in my head. A simple tune that bugged me for days. Keeping me awake at night and distracted me in school. I didn't
understand it at the time. I mean how could I? I didn't see the significance to this stupid made up song I created in my jumbled brain. B G D A.
These random notes twirling in my head. Why didn't I just write it down? Make a song out of it? Well my very special brain has a way to create
songs, great right, well after I write these songs down something horrible follows.
When I was five, my grandpa came over. He sat down at the piano and played everything and anything he could think of. I sat there
mesmerized, watching his fingers dance across the keys, playing Maybe by Yiruma. When he was done he look at me and motioned for me to
come over. We spent the rest of his stay basically at the piano. After that whenever my grandpa came over he would find me and we would sit
at the piano, laughing and playing. The last time he visited was when I was eight. I spent the last month trying to get Yiruma's Maybe perfect. I
sat down one last time before he would home. It was the first time I got it perfect from start to finish. My mom then walked in the door. I sat up
so fast the chair behind me fell. She looked at me and I knew something was wrong. My grandpa had a heart attack. I didn't touch the piano for
a while after that. The first time I wrote a song was two years after that, I was ten. The melody started one morning. I ignored it but after days
I couldn't get it out of my head. I finally gave in and opened the dusty piano. The tune flowed out of my head through my fingers and my first
song was born.
Maybe there's a God above
But all I've 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 has seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
For a ten year old I have to give myself a lot of credit. Not to seem full of myself but it was really good. Like professionally good. I was
proud of myself and I felt my grandpa would have been proud of me to. Shortly after my first master piece my parents told me they were
getting a divorce. My dad left. Haven't seen him since.
Now I know what your thinking. It was just a coincidence that after days of random notes being stuck in my head being put onto paper it
followed with my parents divorce, but it happened again in seventh grade. This time I waited to put the progressions in my head onto paper. But
after I got sick of the nightly blasting notes in my brain I finally sat at my piano and wrote my second song.
So where the hell's my hope,
And why can't I just try?
You know I've lost a lot,
But I won't let this die.
I know I've got a friend up in the atmosphere,
And another reason not to fear the sky;
No, not tonight.
The next day I found out my best friend, well only friend really, was shot in a robbery gone badly in the local market. I was devastated. I
was seen as the loner outcast for the rest of junior high. But my story has a little bright side. And I mean very tiny moment.
Things got a little better for me when I entered high school. I partners up with this cool girl in science. Addison Montgomery, We became
fast friends. Mid way through my senior year another song popped into my head. At this point I became more social in school, joined the
volleyball team, became captain on varsity. Was sitting at the popular table. Life was great. But like anything good in my life something bad had
to happen. This time when the notes started playing in my head I decided to go ahead and sit down and write it right away. I didn't have time
for it to distract me.
Last night I was out driving
Coming home at the end of the working day
I was riding alone through the drizzling rain
On a deserted stretch of a county two-lane
When I came upon a wreck on the highway
I wish I kept it in my head. The next day while walking home from school I was hit by a car. The idiot tried to get away but for some reason
the gods spoken and the bastard ran out of gas. Didn't keep him from sticking around though. So there I was, semi unconscious, bleeding on
the pavement. It took a little while for someone to drive down the road and see the accident. Ambulances were called, so were firemen. My leg
has seemed to get trapped in the tire some how. Took them hours to get me free, my leg was the cost. I sat awake in the hospital. Finally
connecting the dotes. I mean three times has to be a pattern right? I don't think this was all in my head. I vowed that night that I wouldn't
touch a piano again and that I would keep the melodies in my head even if it made me crazy. It became a hard task keeping these notes locked
away, but after ten years I can honestly say my life has been amazing. After I recovered from the accident with physical therapy and all I went
back to school and focused on getting good grades, studied hard for the SATs and did amazing. I still had my friend and they were great. When
I figured out I was into girls Addison hugged me and said she would come with me the next day to tell my mom. That night melodies blared
through my head but I pushed them away, fearing if I did then it would make my mother send me to some gay detox camp. Fitting the pain in
my brain pulled out, I talked to my mom with Addison right beside me and she got up with tears in her eyes and said she would love me no
matter what. Don't worry this long introduction does lead you to where I am now. Well, eventually. How bout I drop you off two months before
the present, the moment I met my soul mate, and the moment my head has been filled with nothing but melodies.
Songs Used
Maybe by Yiruma
Hallelujah by Leonard Cohen
A Permanent Rain by The Dangerous Summer
Wreck On the Highway by Bruce Springsteen