My Tourniquet
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How can you see into my eyes like open doors?
Leading you down into my core, where I've become so numb
Without a soul
My spirit sleeping somewhere cold
Until you find there and lead it back home
The tempo of our song picked up, bringing with it the audience out of their entranced state into one of raging enthusiasm. In moments like this, I realize just how powerful the music can be. Play the right notes, you can have an audience silent, crying, screaming, and singing along all in minutes. If done just right, you could even take away their breath.
[Wake me up]
Wake me up inside [I can't wake up]
Wake me up inside [Save me!]
Call my name and save me from the dark [Wake me up]
Bid my blood to run [I can't wake up]
Before I come undone [Save me!]
Save from the nothing I've become
Amazing yet, the audience are still enraptured by her haunting voice, the same passionate melody. Even after multiple performances of this same melody, they still cry for it. It's not a hard concept to understand. She may not have written it, but the song was just as much her story as mine. Her feelings, my feelings.
Now that I know that what I've without
You can't just leave me
Breathe into me and make me real
Bring me to life
[Wake me up]
Wake me up inside [I can't wake up]
Wake me up inside [Save me!]
Call my name and same me from the dark [Wake me up]
Bid my blood to run [I can't wake up]
Before I come undone [Save me!]
Save from the nothing I've become
He never ceases to amaze me, that guy. Giving his all into his verses, casting glances at her. For all his complaints, troublemaking, and teasing manner, he gives his all for her and only her. Hard to imagine he was just as lost as we once were.
Bring me to life…
[I've been living a lie, there's nothing inside]
Bring me to life…
Frozen inside without your touch
Without your love, darling
Only you are the life among the dead-
How did our paths even cross? I was never supposed to be on this stage, playing for such an incredible girl. Perhaps I was supposed to be with my old friends and family, laughing with them?
[All of this sight, I can't believe I couldn't see
Kept in the dark, but you were there in front of me]
Perhaps I was supposed to be at home, going to school without a worry?
I've been sleeping a thousand years it seems
I've got to open my eyes to everything-
[Without a thought, without a voice, without a soul]
[Don't let me die here]
[There must be something more]
Bring me to Life-
[Wake me up]
Wake me up inside [I can't wake up]
Wake me up inside [Save me!]
Call my name and save me from the dark [Wake me up]
Bid my blood to run [I can't wake up]
Before I come undone [Save me!]
Save from the nothing I've become
No…perhaps I was supposed to be nothing, broken and dead. I was supposed to be left in the dark, forgotten.
Bring me to life
[I've been living a lie, there's nothing inside]
Bring me to life
Bring me to life-
The last notes of our song were lost in the cries of the audience as they jumped and screamed. Their faces were hardly visible in the sea of darkness that surrounded the stage. As I released the strings of my guitar, my eyes finally met the only fan I was interested in. Our eyes met and she smiled that radiant smile of hers, clapping along with the rest of our enthusiasts.
That's really why I hadn't given up. Her eyes and smile remained in my memory when I wrote this song. I didn't realize it at the time. She was the one I was crying out to for help.
I turned my attention back to the front. As she let the crowd scream, I glanced back to see my other band mates chilling out, soaking in the attention. Our quirky bassist stood along the very edge of the stage, reaching down to grabbing fans. He wasn't alone in that motion. The girls shrieked and hyperventilated at the attention. Somewhere from the crowd a couple of catcalls surfaced.
Soon the incoherent hollering fused together into a demanding chorus of "One more song! One more song!"
The girl looked thoughtful and took a quick look at us. I nodded, as did the rest of the band. Why not? Upon noting the glimmer in her eyes, I knew she would make the fans beg just a little more before she gave in.
Grasping the microphone, she strode across the stage front. "All right, are you enjoying this thing?"
A couple hundred voices shouted back, "Yeah!"
She shouted back, voice amplified, "What did you say?"
"YEAH!"
"And what do you want now?"
"One more!"
She smirked, toning down her voice, "And who are we to den…?"
The exited screamed created by her voice washed away her last words. Being less than 10 feet from her and I couldn't even hear what she said. We moved back to let her sit down at the piano, her one true treasure in life. The rest of us waited while she began to play, the first gentle notes hushing the fans.
We continued to stand by silently. I glanced around once more, taking in the moment. We really have come a long way in so few years.