caitygirl
Console... what do I write for "console"? I guess I'm not very creative this morning, because I can't think of anything to write for "console". Maybe it's just because I'm nervous for my pre-test after school today in Drivers Ed. Or maybe it's just the fact that I'm Job Shadowing tomorrow. Or that my boyfriend is presenting a big project the day after tomorrow. Or maybe it's just pre-prom jitters, which is the day after his big project. I've decided now, it's a combination of all of these things, snowballing to make one big, distracted mess; me.
This is obsolete. This is too good to be true, therefore it's not. Or.. maybe it is.. What if all of this is true? I can't let that go to waste. I love you too much to let you go. I will never let you go. I swear I will never let you go.
The audience stared me down, with what felt like cold, heartless glares. That was the stage fright going to work on my mind. They were just expectant, expectant of something great. A loud, booming beautiful voice. My voice is different than these other girls though; deep, soulful, full of meaning. Now, when I say "deep", no I do not mean baritone section deep. I mean second alto deep. I mean I have a fairly wide range, which extends mostly towards the deeper notes. The music starts and I wait for my cue, and the only thing I can do now, whether I'm ready or not, is sing.
My policy? Stay true to who you are. Don’t let anyone change you. And if you ever feel like you need to change? Well, at least make sure it’s for the person you are absolutely in love with, and that they’re in love with you too. My policy? Well, there you go, that's it. If anyone's even remotely interested in what I think, then now you know.