*Sunshine Rain by Dada
Julie sat backstage tuning her guitar and breathed. No matter how many times she did this, there was always the feeling that when she got up on the stage she'd panic and run. That the spotlight would get closer and closer until it burned her alive, or that the people would all suddenly see through her pretenses, swarm onto the stage, and tear her to shreds.
The clapping for the last act began to run down. The previous singer tripped into the wings, breathless and sweating. "Good luck, Jules," she said as Julie rose.
The stool and mike had already been set up for her. Julie sat down and looked at the floor as she started her act.
"Um, hi. My name is Julie, and I have a couple songs I'd like to sing for you. This one's called Mary Sunshine Rain.
"Mary won't be comin' round no more
I won't touch her violet hair that fell like rain and filled the air with roses
Mary won't be comin' round no more
She won't look into my eyes and tell me I'm the only one who knows her...
"Mary won't be changin' me no more
She won't reach into my mind and fill those gutters with red wine and reason
Mary won't be changin' me no more
I guess that I knew all along that she'd be leaving with the song of seasons...
"Sunshine rain
Sunshine rain..."
After two more songs Julie went back to the wings and got the dry heaves. She listened to the last acts of the night before packing up her guitar and getting her coat.
Waiting by the door to the stage was a young girl with purple hair and a bunch of roses. She wore a black pleated skirt, fishnets, chunky black boots, and a white frilly tank top.
Julie's first thought was, hey, it's Mary Sunshine.
Then, oh god, another little punkette with pretensions to acoustic guitar. I don't know why they let them in here.
Then, who's she waiting for?
Then, oh god, she's looking at me.
The girl held out the bouquet and said, "Hi. I brought these for someone special. I guess she's you."
Julie sat backstage tuning her guitar and breathed. No matter how many times she did this, there was always the feeling that when she got up on the stage she'd panic and run. That the spotlight would get closer and closer until it burned her alive, or that the people would all suddenly see through her pretenses, swarm onto the stage, and tear her to shreds.
The clapping for the last act began to run down. The previous singer tripped into the wings, breathless and sweating. "Good luck, Jules," she said as Julie rose.
The stool and mike had already been set up for her. Julie sat down and looked at the floor as she started her act.
"Um, hi. My name is Julie, and I have a couple songs I'd like to sing for you. This one's called Mary Sunshine Rain.
"Mary won't be comin' round no more
I won't touch her violet hair that fell like rain and filled the air with roses
Mary won't be comin' round no more
She won't look into my eyes and tell me I'm the only one who knows her...
"Mary won't be changin' me no more
She won't reach into my mind and fill those gutters with red wine and reason
Mary won't be changin' me no more
I guess that I knew all along that she'd be leaving with the song of seasons...
"Sunshine rain
Sunshine rain..."
After two more songs Julie went back to the wings and got the dry heaves. She listened to the last acts of the night before packing up her guitar and getting her coat.
Waiting by the door to the stage was a young girl with purple hair and a bunch of roses. She wore a black pleated skirt, fishnets, chunky black boots, and a white frilly tank top.
Julie's first thought was, hey, it's Mary Sunshine.
Then, oh god, another little punkette with pretensions to acoustic guitar. I don't know why they let them in here.
Then, who's she waiting for?
Then, oh god, she's looking at me.
The girl held out the bouquet and said, "Hi. I brought these for someone special. I guess she's you."