Disclaimer: Ok. Here it is. I've been looking around for something like
this all over the place, and there just isn't one it seems. So. I'm going
to write my own.You see, Coheed and Cambria is a band, a very good band and
their cd's follow a story they've created, and I will be writing each song,
filling in blanks where I have to (as the lyrics can sometimes be vague and
confusing.).
Claudio Sanchez is a genius, and I take no credit for the story.
And the credit for figuring out what things mean doesn't go entirely to me either. I'd be very confused without the help of the Coheed message board, and the help of my friends, Molly, Tori, and Katie. So. Woo. I apologize if I don't get things right or it doesn't live up to the greatness of Coheed and Cambria. :]
Oh and I'm starting with the second cd just because I understand it better. Someday I will go back and write Second Stage Turbine Blade as well.
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A phone rang, disturbing the taut silence in the air. Then, a pause.
A second ring.
Newo Ikkin stood slowly and crossed the floor with steady, deliberate steps, trying to ignore the trepidation that seized her with each insistent ring. Finally, she reached the phone, and raised the speaker to her mouth cautiously.
"Hello?"
She waited anxiously, dread filling her. It had been so long, so much had happened. Please, please let it be him, she prayed silently as the resounding silence on the other end filled her ears.
And then.
"Hello, Apollo. Where should I begin?"
Claudio Sanchez is a genius, and I take no credit for the story.
And the credit for figuring out what things mean doesn't go entirely to me either. I'd be very confused without the help of the Coheed message board, and the help of my friends, Molly, Tori, and Katie. So. Woo. I apologize if I don't get things right or it doesn't live up to the greatness of Coheed and Cambria. :]
Oh and I'm starting with the second cd just because I understand it better. Someday I will go back and write Second Stage Turbine Blade as well.
__________________________________________________________________
A phone rang, disturbing the taut silence in the air. Then, a pause.
A second ring.
Newo Ikkin stood slowly and crossed the floor with steady, deliberate steps, trying to ignore the trepidation that seized her with each insistent ring. Finally, she reached the phone, and raised the speaker to her mouth cautiously.
"Hello?"
She waited anxiously, dread filling her. It had been so long, so much had happened. Please, please let it be him, she prayed silently as the resounding silence on the other end filled her ears.
And then.
"Hello, Apollo. Where should I begin?"
