" I can remember the very first time I cried. How I wiped my eyes and buried the pain inside. All of my memories, good and bad has past. Didn't even take the time to realize. Staring at the cracks in the walls cuz I'm waiting for it all to come to an end. Still I curl up right under the bed cuz its taking over my head all over again," sang a familiar blonde girl. She was standing front and center of a make shift stage in the basement of her friend Mario's house. There was a dark headed and blue eyed boy there playing the guitar and watching her intensely. He was providing the back up vocals for her.
" Do you even know who you are?" he sang.
" I guess I'm trying to find," Randy replied.
" A borrowed dream or a super star?"
" I want to be a star,"
" Is life good to you or is it bad?"
" I can't tell any more," she replied with one hand clinched in her hair and the other around the microphone.
" Do you even know what you have?" the boy sang to her.
" Lying awake watching the sunlight. How the birds would sing as I count the rings around my eyes. Constantly pushing the world I know aside. I don't even feel the pain. I don't even want to try. I'm looking for a way to become the person that I dreamt of when I was sixteen. Nothing is ever enough. Baby it ain't enough for what it may seem," she poured out. She looked near breaking with anguish and fear. But she pressed on.
The boy kept watching her caringly as he continued to sing the chorus.
"Do you even know who you are?"
" I'm still trying to find,"
" A borrowed dream or a super star?"
" Everybody wants to be,"
" Is life good to you or is it bad?"
" I can't tell anymore," she boomed.
" Do you even know what you have?"
" No…" She trailed off.
" Start again. Tell the tale for me. Cuz I'm wondering how you really feel," the boy sang.
" I'm a lonely girl. I'll tell the tale for you cuz I'm just trying to make all my dreams come true,"
"Do you even know who you are? A borrowed dream or a super star?"
" Oh I want to be a star," Randy belted as she lifted one leg up and mad a fist with one of her hands.
" Is life good to you or is it bad?"
" I can't tell, no I can't tell any more," she pounded emotion into each word and every syllable.
" Is life good to you or is it bad?"
" I guess not, no, I guess not,"
" Do you even know what you have?"
" I am, yeah, I am trying to find,"
" A rising dream or a falling star?"
" Oh, I had all these dreams,"
" Is life good to you or is it bad?"
" Damn, I can't tell anymore," she kept on as sweat and tears poured down her face and trailed off to end it.
"Randy? You okay?" the dark haired and blue eyed boy asked. He went over with a white hand towel in his hand and wiped her face dry with it.
" Yeah sweetness," She answered. She sniffled a little. The boy wrapped his arms around her and kissed her on the forehead.
" I love you girl," he said.
" I love you too," she answered hugging him tighter.
