Day 14
I was pretty lucky today because no one seem to notice that I'd been gone for a while. But then again, someone might ask me later through the day, and then I have to come up with something to say that isn't true, and I'm no good at lying, not one bit.
I was playing my guitar afterwards. It looks more like a Les Paul Standard with the same colour scheme as the Epiphone SG. Somehow, I got the feeling like there was something I wanted to do, something related to music, and I had this motivation to do it today. I might not be able to meet up with Jak, though—someone might be wondering why I would go out when they could be asking for my help by the time I'm gone. I didn't think it was worth the risk.
After a few boring minutes spent at the palace, I headed to my room and worked on a composition. And after a few hours after that, I finally edited the lyrics! This song was a little similar to the one Jak wrote around a week ago, but the songs compared have different messages and perspectives.
I named this one, "Colours."
Can you feel it crush you?
Does it seem to bring the worst in you out?
There's no running away from these things that put you down.
Do they complicate you because they make you feel like this?
Of all the colours that you've shined, this is surely not your best.
But did you know these colours that you're shining are
Surely not the best, colours that you shine
Surely not the best, colours that you shine
I know you feel alone, yeah.
No one else can figure you out.
But don't you ever turn away from the ones that help you down.
Well, they love to save you
Don't you know they love to see you smile?
But these colours that you're shining are surely not your style.
But did you know these colours that you're shining are
Surely not the best, colours that you shine
Surely not the best, colours that you shine
I know you're feeling like you're lost.
But did you know these colours that you're shining are
I know you're feeling like you're lost
You feel you've drifted way too far
But did you know these colours that you're shining are
Surely not the best, colours that you shine
Surely not the best, colours that you shine
Surely not the best
(I know you're feeling like you're lost)
Colours that you shine
(But did you know these colours that you're shining are)
Surely not the best
(I know you're feeling like you're lost
You feel you've drifted way too far)
But did you know these colours that you're shining are...
And that was it. I'm hoping it qualifies for the average song length of three minutes, but I then need to work on the song's texture, timbre, speed, dynamics, pitch, instruments and articulation to help fit with the lyrics.
But just as I was going to continue on my work, there was a knocking on my bedroom door. I heard the distorted voice from a Krimzon Guard say, "The Baron has called in for dinner. Get ready," and then the footsteps from their armoured boots fading in perfect timing and rhythm. I once read off my music textbook that music started out when there were sounds heard across the world, that each sound made had its own tempo, clearness and pitch. I was surprised to see through my window that it was already late afternoon, so I really had to stop and go have dinner; no one works on an empty stomach, they say.
When I reached the dining room with the several dozen chairs and the twenty-metre long table, almost everyone was looking at me. I walked my way over to my seat casually while I heard whispers like, "It's been a while since she's been here" or "Didn't I see her yesterday at the slums?" or even ones that related to this: "Wonder where she came from..."
The fact that I'm not like any of the Eco-elves here is true. I don't have the long, pointed ears; it may be one difference, but it's very conspicuous. And after that last comment I heard across the table, you may think and ask me, "Who were your real parents before Erol adopted you?" Well, that question may not be answered for a long time because I, myself, don't even have the smallest clue about them, let alone know where to start looking.
Well, nothing special was happening at the time; just that we all had Yakow beef schnitzel with white wine. I don't drink wine; I'm seventeen and I would need to wait for another year until I can have it legally. I just drink clean water.
I hadn't eaten in a while, just a few days. And yet I ended up moving the schnitzel around on my plate with my fork; not that I've got anorexia or anything, must be that Dark Eco kicking in my stomach right now. No one had noticed but I was taking my time with the meal.
After dinner was finished, I left the dining room and let the maids take in the dirty plates. One of them got mine and asked me, "Did you not like your meal, Miss Vaia?"
"I don't know, milady," I replied over my shoulder. "I guess I wasn't hungry tonight."
"Fair enough."
I went back to my room and played on my guitar idly for another few hours. My mind was stuck on the song I was working on and it started to give me a minor headache. The sound from the chords I strummed didn't feel right. And my amplifier doesn't have much in the way of changing sound dynamics; most of the switches are just sound inputs and volumes controls.
Well, from the look out the window again, it became a late evening. Now I was wondering what I was going to do tomorrow.
Who knows? Maybe I'll get a new guitar or something...