It's All Over
Sherlock looked over to where David was telling the crowd they didn't have a name. The only reason he was in this stupid band was because he was promised cocaine for his efforts; which were a lot considering he wrote the lyrics to almost all the songs. Unfortunately, that meant David expected him to sing as well.
As he stood there holding the black guitar, he thought about the rush he was anticipating.
The first time he had tried cocaine he was only 16. Now he was 18. It seemed like such a short time to him; it was not like anything has happened to him over the past two years. He smiled slightly at the fact that Mycroft was yet to find him. But his smile vanished as he realised that Mycroft wasn't even looking for him anymore. It wasn't like he cared, but every child deserves to be loved at least a little; by anyone if not their parents.
Sherlock shook his head, scattering those thoughts, as he saw that David was counting them in. Sherlock forgot the song they were doing first, so started playing and decided not to care if it was the right one or not.
After the guitar intro, Sherlock began singing.
"Your bottle's almost empty,
you know this can't go on.
Because of you my mind is always racing.
The needle breaks in your skin,
the story's sinking in,
and now you trip begins 'cause it's all over for, it's all over for
"You
For you
When you're on the edge and falling off,
it's all over.
"I know what runs through your blood,
you do this all in vain.
Because if you my mind is always racing.
And it gets under my skin,
to see you giving in,
and now you trip begins 'cause it's all over for, it's all over for
"You
For you
When you're on the edge and falling off,
it's all over for you
for you
when you're on the edge and falling off it's all over for
"And now you're dead inside,
still you wonder why
you're on the edge and falling off it's all over for
"You, for you.
It's all over for you."
As Sherlock finished the song, the audience began clapping. To Sherlock, music of this genre was obnoxious and brain-damaging. He preferred classical. His mother had made him learn violin starting at age five. And although Sherlock wanted to be childish and spite his mummy, he quickly fell in love with his instrument.
Not like Mycroft, who couldn't play (because his fingers were too fat for the keys, Sherlock had summarised.)