"Again we dance into the fire…" -Duran Duran
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The Blue And The Pink
Chapter 5
Inner space concert
If my so-called life were a concert…
I am the ghost,
Floating, floundering, waiting,
Pondering, perusing, puzzled.
Everyone is starting to go insane
As I make my way upstage.
I begin to choke just a bit,
And then a chords plays, and
I begin to sing Miss Papaya's "Hero,"
While dancing, jumping, doing spin jumps in the air
(without the use of a hammer)
As you play the guitar, Tails the bass,
Knuckles plays the drums,
Tikal on percussion, Rouge on keyboards,
And the crowd is jumpin', jumpin',
Jumpin' so high that they can almost touch the ceiling.
And then "My Sweet Passion" starts,
And as I sing, the guys become so hyped up
That they wet their pants just to see a glimpse of me.
(much to your disgust, and mine's)
I feel rather flattered by their devotion,
But I didn't thought it would be that way.
Some of them even throw themselves toward me…
And then "Dam Dariram" plays,
And now everyone begins to wave their arms
In a synchronized fashion,
A sea of arms dancing, swaying, gliding, praying,
Like pedophiles do.
Now comes "Dub I Dub,"
And the arms start dancing
as if they were in a marching band.
As Tikal and Rouge back up on vocals,
I strut my stuff like a valley gal
While the crowd holds sway over what the band plays.
I get the crowd pumpin, screaming, yelling out my name,
Yours, Tikal's, Knuckles's, Tails's, everyone's.
Next is "Shooting Star," and the crowd is screaming
Like a roaring thunder wave.
I do one spin jump, two, three,
Fourfivesixseveneightnineten,
Until I am a bouncing ball into the crowd's arms,
Then I return back, and continue singing.
I bet you are jealous, no?
Then "Dream A Dream" starts,
With you doing the rap,
And the arms continue to jump
all over the place.
It seems that everyone is doing
Their job, and I start to float
Into the sky.
And the next number, "So Many Men,"
The crowd settles down, and is
In a trance, as me, Rouge, and Tikal
Sing in unison, and then in harmony,
But I am sure there have been 50, 100, 500 thousand
At that concert.
I felt blinded by so many men in the audience,
And I don't want my freedom taken away.
Still…
Next numbers, "Doo Be Di Boy" and "Butterfly,"
An ensemble of taiko percussion drum boys
Play along with us, and I am
Lifted high by some of them, my face
Blushing red as a English rose.
I feel as if I am drunk, eyes turning into stars…
At last, the final number, "Live And Learn"…
I ascend, fly, and explode into a trillion
Flashed of light,
And I am gone.
My life, as a concert.
Wish you were there.
Love, Amy.
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End Chapter 5
"Life is a highway…" -Anonymous.
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The Blue And The Pink
Chapter 5
Inner space concert
If my so-called life were a concert…
I am the ghost,
Floating, floundering, waiting,
Pondering, perusing, puzzled.
Everyone is starting to go insane
As I make my way upstage.
I begin to choke just a bit,
And then a chords plays, and
I begin to sing Miss Papaya's "Hero,"
While dancing, jumping, doing spin jumps in the air
(without the use of a hammer)
As you play the guitar, Tails the bass,
Knuckles plays the drums,
Tikal on percussion, Rouge on keyboards,
And the crowd is jumpin', jumpin',
Jumpin' so high that they can almost touch the ceiling.
And then "My Sweet Passion" starts,
And as I sing, the guys become so hyped up
That they wet their pants just to see a glimpse of me.
(much to your disgust, and mine's)
I feel rather flattered by their devotion,
But I didn't thought it would be that way.
Some of them even throw themselves toward me…
And then "Dam Dariram" plays,
And now everyone begins to wave their arms
In a synchronized fashion,
A sea of arms dancing, swaying, gliding, praying,
Like pedophiles do.
Now comes "Dub I Dub,"
And the arms start dancing
as if they were in a marching band.
As Tikal and Rouge back up on vocals,
I strut my stuff like a valley gal
While the crowd holds sway over what the band plays.
I get the crowd pumpin, screaming, yelling out my name,
Yours, Tikal's, Knuckles's, Tails's, everyone's.
Next is "Shooting Star," and the crowd is screaming
Like a roaring thunder wave.
I do one spin jump, two, three,
Fourfivesixseveneightnineten,
Until I am a bouncing ball into the crowd's arms,
Then I return back, and continue singing.
I bet you are jealous, no?
Then "Dream A Dream" starts,
With you doing the rap,
And the arms continue to jump
all over the place.
It seems that everyone is doing
Their job, and I start to float
Into the sky.
And the next number, "So Many Men,"
The crowd settles down, and is
In a trance, as me, Rouge, and Tikal
Sing in unison, and then in harmony,
But I am sure there have been 50, 100, 500 thousand
At that concert.
I felt blinded by so many men in the audience,
And I don't want my freedom taken away.
Still…
Next numbers, "Doo Be Di Boy" and "Butterfly,"
An ensemble of taiko percussion drum boys
Play along with us, and I am
Lifted high by some of them, my face
Blushing red as a English rose.
I feel as if I am drunk, eyes turning into stars…
At last, the final number, "Live And Learn"…
I ascend, fly, and explode into a trillion
Flashed of light,
And I am gone.
My life, as a concert.
Wish you were there.
Love, Amy.
**************
End Chapter 5
"Life is a highway…" -Anonymous.