Chapter 37: Pictures in My Head
Keith Watson walked down the lime green halls of his house. He sighed. One of the children had painfully reminded him of the glory days.
"Is there more I could have said? Now they're only pictures in my head. That's why my greens are feeling gray. Sometimes even I have rainy days." With his skill, he drew Danny from a production of Wicked.
"Remember when the stage caved in while you were belting out?" he chuckled at the memory as he drew Shock.
"Who'd have thought your beatboxing would be hard to live without?
If we could do it all again, just another chance to save the day, would anybody know or even care, or did something break we can't repair?" He drew the queen of optimism, Lisa.
"Your artichokes have talent rants, they always gave me hope." Next came Hector.
"They may have been unbearable, but I still loved your jokes.
Is there more I could've said? Now they're only pictures in my head." The pictures, like they always did when he was exceptionally down, began to talk to him.
"And then the duck said to the man, 'Got any grapes?'" Hector said, cracking up at his own joke.
"Don't hurt the poor little artichoke!" Lisa cried.
"Say it with me, boots, cuts, boots, cuts," Shock instructed.
"This staccato tune is absolutely, most transparently bringing' me down. Shock, a beat! One, Two, and a half!" said Danny to the others.
"Could we do it all again? Stop the pranks like we did then?"
"In the place where we belong!" fantasized Lisa.
"We could harmonize to one more song!" The pictures faded. He only had enough strength for one more. Jessica.
"But I'm standing here instead. Now they're only pictures in my head."
A.N.: After about ten listens to this song, I knew I had to use it. I thought about using the original format of walking around looking at pictures, but then this came to me. I was pretty upset while writing it, so tell me how you guys feel about it!