Solo had just finished the last song he'd prepared for the evening
concert; he'd played all of his hits. The people in the hall had clapped
politely, but only those under the age of thirty had been impressed. They
obviously wanted him to play more however because of their body language
and the fact that the exit to the small stage had been blocked. In
desperation he looked out into the audience. He wasn't prepared for what
he saw, there was Mia, Mia on her own - no Grandmere, no father, just Mia.
Lars was probably around somewhere, but there she was. Has she realised who
he was. The look on her face showed she didn't recognise him at all. He
stood up and spoke to them. "Is there anyone here who grew up in America?"
a few hands were raised, among them was Mia's.
Mia sat looking up at the singer in front of her. Solo was famous for blending different cultures and styles together. He was the king of the pop music world one moment his releases would be pure pop, the next they'd have rock and RnB influences. Then there'd be the whole heartstring tugging ballads full of mournful chords and sad lyrics. When he asked if there was anyone from the states she thought maybe he was lonely, she didn't think he was looking for someone . . . let alone her.
Solo began to speak up. "A few years before I became famous I did the most stupid thing it is possible to do.2 he paused and looked out at them his eyes scanning the faces of the audience. "I met a girl and fell in love." He said. His voice was grating for the first time he was nervous. "I let her slip away from me and I didn't fight to get her back as hard as I could've because I thought she'd gone forever." So I wrote this song. He reached once more for his guitar and began to play Echoes.
I tried to play the royal suit
In a whirl of glamour and amour
I could have fought a little more
My Queen of Hearts. I'm sorry.
Fighting the royal house,
I could have fought a little harder
I realise now it's too late
I shouldn't have let you slip away.
Maybe if I fight the battle one more time
I can win the place by your side
For I miss your whispers in my ear.
Sick of hearing echoes that aren't there.
If I fought again for you
Could I win you for myself?
If I battle King and Jack and Ace
And lose. In my heart you'll still have a place.
Maybe if I fight the battle one more time
I can win the place by your side
For I miss your whispers in my ear.
Sick of hearing echoes that aren't there.
I hear you laughter on the wind
I hear your sighing through the trees
I hear your chatter in the tides
Advancing on the shore.
But I open up my eyes
It doesn't take that long to realise
The noises on the wind and air
Are echoes that aren't there.
He looked out at them, there were tears in some of the eyes of the elder members of nobility, the youngsters looked wistful and wide eyed at him. He spoke up again "I'm going to play one more song, and I ask that if the person who I sing this for knows who she is and still feels the same, the meet me under the willow tree in the rose garden." There was a wave of murmuring through the room until he clarified his request. "The girl I sing to is in this room. I still love her and I miss her with all of my heart. I'm going to play one last song from my next album - the first song she ever heard me play and the last song I hope I play apart from her. Ladies and gentlemen I hope you'll forgive me if I leave you after this song but I'm sure you won't stop the path of true love."
Who is he singing for? Mia wondered many of her cousins had lived in America for at least a few years. It could be anyone in the room under the age of thirty and there were plenty of them! She looked up at him; there was nothing familiar about him to her. Except those eyes peat bog brown, but just because his eyes were the same didn't make him Michael.
Solo sat on a stool next to the microphone and didn't bother announcing his next song he just went straight into playing it, and singing it. The young couples swayed together and Mia gasped in shock. He was playing her song! He was playing Tall Drink of Water! That was the song Michael had written for her! She was too shocked to move. Finally he put down the guitar and spoke into the mike. "That was Tall Drink Of Water, from my new album, and I hope that I'll see the person it was written for shortly! Thank you your Majesties, and selected guests, you have been a wonderful audience. Goodnight!"
With that he left the stage - he didn't bother with the guarded steps but jumped off the front of the stage and ran out of the room. At first no one would move all waiting to see who the mysterious girl was. But after a few minutes they drifted out of the various exits and Mia stood up. Lars was stood by her side, "Well?" he asked. "We go to the gardens." Mia replied.
Mia sat looking up at the singer in front of her. Solo was famous for blending different cultures and styles together. He was the king of the pop music world one moment his releases would be pure pop, the next they'd have rock and RnB influences. Then there'd be the whole heartstring tugging ballads full of mournful chords and sad lyrics. When he asked if there was anyone from the states she thought maybe he was lonely, she didn't think he was looking for someone . . . let alone her.
Solo began to speak up. "A few years before I became famous I did the most stupid thing it is possible to do.2 he paused and looked out at them his eyes scanning the faces of the audience. "I met a girl and fell in love." He said. His voice was grating for the first time he was nervous. "I let her slip away from me and I didn't fight to get her back as hard as I could've because I thought she'd gone forever." So I wrote this song. He reached once more for his guitar and began to play Echoes.
I tried to play the royal suit
In a whirl of glamour and amour
I could have fought a little more
My Queen of Hearts. I'm sorry.
Fighting the royal house,
I could have fought a little harder
I realise now it's too late
I shouldn't have let you slip away.
Maybe if I fight the battle one more time
I can win the place by your side
For I miss your whispers in my ear.
Sick of hearing echoes that aren't there.
If I fought again for you
Could I win you for myself?
If I battle King and Jack and Ace
And lose. In my heart you'll still have a place.
Maybe if I fight the battle one more time
I can win the place by your side
For I miss your whispers in my ear.
Sick of hearing echoes that aren't there.
I hear you laughter on the wind
I hear your sighing through the trees
I hear your chatter in the tides
Advancing on the shore.
But I open up my eyes
It doesn't take that long to realise
The noises on the wind and air
Are echoes that aren't there.
He looked out at them, there were tears in some of the eyes of the elder members of nobility, the youngsters looked wistful and wide eyed at him. He spoke up again "I'm going to play one more song, and I ask that if the person who I sing this for knows who she is and still feels the same, the meet me under the willow tree in the rose garden." There was a wave of murmuring through the room until he clarified his request. "The girl I sing to is in this room. I still love her and I miss her with all of my heart. I'm going to play one last song from my next album - the first song she ever heard me play and the last song I hope I play apart from her. Ladies and gentlemen I hope you'll forgive me if I leave you after this song but I'm sure you won't stop the path of true love."
Who is he singing for? Mia wondered many of her cousins had lived in America for at least a few years. It could be anyone in the room under the age of thirty and there were plenty of them! She looked up at him; there was nothing familiar about him to her. Except those eyes peat bog brown, but just because his eyes were the same didn't make him Michael.
Solo sat on a stool next to the microphone and didn't bother announcing his next song he just went straight into playing it, and singing it. The young couples swayed together and Mia gasped in shock. He was playing her song! He was playing Tall Drink of Water! That was the song Michael had written for her! She was too shocked to move. Finally he put down the guitar and spoke into the mike. "That was Tall Drink Of Water, from my new album, and I hope that I'll see the person it was written for shortly! Thank you your Majesties, and selected guests, you have been a wonderful audience. Goodnight!"
With that he left the stage - he didn't bother with the guarded steps but jumped off the front of the stage and ran out of the room. At first no one would move all waiting to see who the mysterious girl was. But after a few minutes they drifted out of the various exits and Mia stood up. Lars was stood by her side, "Well?" he asked. "We go to the gardens." Mia replied.