Kye POV
I'm so stupid! Why did I kiss her? I don't even know her name for Christ's Sakes! It was so dark so I couldn't see anything about her really and I'm pretty sure she disguised her voice. So all I know for sure that's real is her singing. Her singing was the most beautiful thing I've ever heard. She had the voice of an angel, she carried out the melody with ease, she can hit any note without even trying and most of all she can steal my heart in one song.
Wow, that was corny. Yet it still doesn't capture exactly how felt at that moment. This reminds of a song from my favorite musical Les Miserables called On My Own,
I go upstairs to my bedroom get changed. Then I get out my guitar and start singing my version which is basically just a mans version instead of Eponine,
"And now I'm all alone again nowhere to turn, no one to go to
without a home without a friend without a face to say hello to
And now the night is near
Now I can make believe she's here
Sometimes I walk alone at night
When everybody else is sleeping
I think of her and then I'm happy
With the company I'm keeping
The city goes to bed
And I can live inside my head
On my own
Pretending she's beside me
All alone
I walk with her till morning
Without her
I feel her arms around me
And when I lose my way I close my eyes
And she has found me
In the rain the pavement shines like silver
All the lights are misty in the river
In the darkness, the trees are full of starlight
And all I see is her and me forever and forever
And I know it's only in my mind
That I'm talking to myself and not to her
And although I know that she is blind
Still I say, there's a way for us
I love her
But when the night is over
She is gone
The river's just a river
Without her
The world around me changes
The trees are bare and everywhere
The streets are full of strangers
I love her
But every day I'm learning
All my life
I've only been pretending
Without me
Her world would go on turning
A world that's full of happiness
That I have never known
I love her
I love her
I love her
But only on my own"
I sigh,"You like Le Mis?" I look towards the voice and see a girl around my age standing in the door frame,"Yeah it's my favorite. And you are?" I ask. It came out ruder than expected and she looks taken back by it.
"I'm Hailey Mellark." Oh that's right the Mellarks are staying with us for the next two weeks." Oh okay why aren't you at the party?"
"I could ask you the same thing birthday boy." She says. I can tell she's avoiding the question," I have a lot on my mind. Now you answer." She sighs and says." I don't to crowds okay. Now do you play anything else besides Le Mis on that guitar?"
"Yes I can play a lot of songs but I know The A-Team the best." I say. She smiles brightly,"Thats my favorite song!" "Okay wanna sing it with me?"
"I can't sing." She say nervously. I doubt that her mom as an amazing voice." Pssh. Come on" I say patting te spot next to on my bed,"Just one song please. It's my birthday." I say she sits next to me and says,"Ugh fine but only one song." I smile and start playing The A-Team on my guitar. Then we start singing
"White lips, pale face
Breathing in snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste
Light's gone, day's end
Struggling to pay rent
Long nights, strange men
And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
Cos we're just under the upperhand
Go mad for a couple grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outsideFor angels to fly
Angels to fly
Ripped gloves, raincoat
Tried to swim, stay afloat
Dry house, wet clothes
Loose change, bank notes
Weary-eyed, dry throat
Call girl, no phone
And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
Cos we're just under the upperhand
And go mad for a couple grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
An angel will die
Covered in white
Closed eyeAnd hoping for a better life
This time, we'll fade out tonight
Straight down the line
And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
They scream
The worst things in life come free to us
And we're all under the upperhand
And go mad for a couple grams
And we don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland
Or sell love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to flyTo fly, flyAngels to fly,To fly, to fly
For angels to die"
That voice. It can't be. It is. Its my mystery girl