The eyes of an angel
so silver and blue, who drowns like the sun
So God drew those suns
and oh I can hear your drummer boy heart
In my forced lips to your skeleton one's
My loves a local bird
who makes me sink to my knees
when he whispers my song
and when I look into those nature eyes
at the bird nest trees
I just want a fire to your lungs
And have the pleasure to be your Juliet screaming
"I love you"
The crowd cheers as soon as the last note hits. Louder than they did before that it just fills her lungs back up. Clicking a heel after heel she walks forwards and gives a glance at two at the people behind her. Stopping, she raises up the microphone to her mouth and quickly begins thanking them all with a huge grin. Of how much she loved this crowd, how she wished it didn't have to end and all those cliques before giving one more last smile. "I love you all!" she says blowing them all kisses and leaves the stage with the gigantic smile. Their screams after could be heard through the Great Walls of China.
Toothiana hummed to herself a soft tone as she walked away from the stage stairs towards her dressing room in the back. Entering, she quickly closes it behind her before collapsing with he back towards the door.
"WE LOVE YOU! WE LOVE YOU! WE LOVE YOOU!"
It is music to her ears as the smile slips her face. It seems so relaxing since she has been holding it up since the start of this concert. Hearing them scream how much they loved her. To see how they actually thought she cared what she thought of them. The damn idiots actually thought she enjoyed them coming out to see her. Perhaps she was, perhaps not. They were never to know. A small laugh escaped her lips and soon it piles into much more. A chorus.
Idiots all of them. Fucking damned idiots. Of course they love her. Everyone should-DOES!
The laughter lasts only for what appears to be a few seconds-to her at least- as she runs her hands through her short multi-colored highlighted hair. Getting up she wipes her hands to pat away the invisible dirt from her pants. Obviously disgusted by the small room she was given. Walking about she clicks her boot heels like before. Then follows its rhythm by collapsing onto the large, pink sofa. Toothiana concluded it all by continuing to hums the song she sang earlier on.
My loves a local bird
who makes me sink to my knees
when he whispers my song
The song had become quite popular during the past few weeks. Not to her surprise of course but she was getting quite sick of it. Yet it seemed as if she just cannot stop smiling at its success and the many interpretations of it. Yet unknown to her she obviously didn't know what made her write it that night so many snowfalls ago in the start of December. At least the real meaning to this madness. As the lovely hums leaves her so perfect lips a smile appears once more.
Not in hers though.
'Cause he sees the horrid face she makes as she opens the large packet that was piled up with the other muttonbottom fan mails. Knowing she would open it first it was worth hearing her scream as she comes to realize what exactly she was holding. He wishes it could be his body organ she wraps tightly around her soft, small angel hands as she holds his pearl teeth necklaces and mouth gum sapphires. They would just have to take the place of his unworthy, pail hands for now perhaps.