She was humming the next morning as she made breakfast, something that was in itself out of the ordinary. Thinking nothing of the new tune floating from her throat, she let the words come out too as she poured hot water into her mug to make hot chocolate.
"Do you know my name?
Do you know my truth?
Can you see my way?"
Or must I walk alone?" Tilting her head to the said slightly, she added a little milk to the mixture, stirring it into blend the rich, creamy chocolate power with the liquids. The polished boards beneath her feet felt cool and welcoming as she lifted the mug to her lips. Pausing to savor the flavors, she closed her eyes, unaware of footsteps changing halfway down her street, turning to stroll back towards her house.
"Try speaking my say,
Try finding my heart,
Try living my dreams
That turn to dust." The feet had stopped as the first line finished, the owner confused, lacking the emotional connection with words and melody that would enable a complete understanding of the piece received through a bug. She was thinking not about the uneasiness of the world, but about him, which made things more difficult for the others. Sitting on a wooden chair, she set the mug down and let the melody slide like silk from her lips.
"'Bear the truth' I say,
'Bear it in your heart.
Then you'll find the way
To be a part.'" The phone rang as the last note died. Frowning, she picked it up, waiting for an answer to her curious greeting.
"I told you not to make any more songs." He was sharp, brief. 'The line's tapped,' her mind screamed.
"It's just a twiddle. I can't help it." She clutched the mug in her hand, bringing warmth back to it.
"I can't help you if you keep singing." Fear robbed her of reason and her eyes darted around the room.
"You have to go." She said suddenly.
"What?" He was confused, his tone telling her that he was more than unimpressed.
"I have to go, bye." The receiver rested in the cradle a moment after she had spoken and not a moment too soon. It rang again, but she let it ring out, knowing instinctively that something was more than wrong. With a wistful glance at her almost full mug, she sighed, putting it on the bench and changing into a very plain outfit that allowed easy movement. Pulling her runners on, she tied the black laces, glancing at her reflection. The top sat easily on her thin frame, black material forming a sleeve around her body. It was held up by two straps that sat on her shoulders, the some colour and thickness as those holding her bra in place. Long black pants encased her legs and settled without creases as she stood, reaching out for the almost transparent black zip-up long sleeved shirt that finished the outfit. Leaving the zip undone, the collar resting against her throat, she picked a pair of dangling earrings to complement the loose style of her shoulder length hair. The small black beads rested just above the line of her chin, the dark metal that held them not glistening in the sunlight that came through her blinds. Taking a steadying breath, she snagged a black bag that held her wallet, she found purses incredibly annoying, mobile phone, a small note pad and pen, flicking it onto her shoulder as she walked out of the room. Keys in her hand, she locked the deadlocks, pushed the doors shut at the back and front, striding into her front yard with appearing unconcern. She had no idea where she was going, she just knew that she had to leave the house as soon as she could. Fingers searching the contents of the bag again, she found the folded papers that she had written her songs on. There would be no record of them anywhere in the house, a precaution she was sure came from a sense of paranoia instilled from the order against song making. Her feet failed to echo on the concrete path and she walked away from the traffic and bustle of the suburban main roads, trying to find something that was familiar and yet indescribable. Cursing mildly, her eyes studied the world around her, failing to find anything that trigger the elusive images she almost called memories, almost because she had never seen them before and the sense of remembrance and the twinges of uncertainty were not reconciled. She was remembering things she had never seen, never done, and never experienced. Desperately, she pushed back the melody that fought to be heard, it's uneasiness her own. Instead she sang something from a well-known artist, until the flashes came back, causing her to falter as the silhouette of a woman became clear in the trees. It was real, more than just a flashed image, the woman was flesh and blood.
"Forsaking all I've fallen for I rise to meet the end." The words died quickly on her lips as she moved on to the chorus. But they refused to let her mind alone, echoing more eerily than the chant she was unsure of as her feet made their own way towards the figure.

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A/N: And there is yet another song I made up. The line that is not mine is from 'Whisper' by Evanescence, who are very cool and I am currently using to inspire stories. I love 'Taking Over Me', which is what this story is based on. I hope you enjoy.

Lupe: *Blushes* Thanks for the praise, I'm glad you like it. I really hope you tell me how it's progressing and if things get a little too unbelievable. The lyrics might be good, but the melodies need work, one reason I love that no one needs to hear them to read and understand the story. Have fun and enjoy!

Da Buffster: Hello again! Just curious, what makes you think it was either Morpheus or Neo? I think they would both be baritones anyway, Morpheus possibly a bass, which is lower. And Trinity would be an alto, Switch a Soprano (like me :) ) and Apoc and Mouse tenors. And Cypher couldn't hold a tune! :D OMGs, I have an idea for a parody, woo-hoo! But then I can't write parodies so it doesn't matter. :( Never mind, I hope you like this chapter :) I guess people don't want to read about melodies. I need to work on the summary, any ideas?