The Life
*Disclaimer: I don't own Trigun only Syria. The song belongs to the talented Alicia Keys.
"Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for the beautiful Syria!" Shouted the announcer.
Calmly the young woman walked to the middle of the stage where the piano sat, and took a seat on the little bench behind it. Her long raven hair hang below the bench lightly brushing against the floor. Her piercing blue eyes darted from the keys to the audience as they quieted.
"Everyday I realize that this
might be the last day of my life."
Even the audience was awed by her powerful, yet sultry low voice.
"Walkin' down the streets I find
I'm comin' closer and closer to losin' my mind.
Cuz when it rains, it pours
isn't life worth more?"
Upon closer inspection one might have seen the tears that her hair hid.
"I don't even know what I'm hustlin' for.
You gotta do what you gotta do
just to make it through
All the hard times that's gonna plague you."
Gods, she felt like running away right then and there. But dammit she came to escape her problems and that's exactly what she was going to do.
"This is the life
This is the life
Striving to survive
She wished the tears would stop falling, they were making the keys slippery and her own eyes blurry.
"Living will always be a struggle.
Looking for someone true to love you.
Looking back I see all the horrors.
This madness makes me wanna holla."
At this point the audience could the young lady was visibly shaken.
"I watch slowly, internally
I'm dyin'.
Pillow cases wet from all my cryin'."
Now her voice shook even when she hit the high notes.
"Cuz there ain't nothing' more to be here for.
Take me away.
I can't live that life no more."
At this the lights completely dimmed and audience left the small club, no one even noticing the singer slumped over piano.