I Wrote This Song
I Wrote This Song
She had been waiting for this summer for weeks. It was only her second summer out on her own. It was only her band's second tour. But it was also her chance to win back her first love.
He had ended the relationship with the end of the tour. The end of the summer. Claiming the distance and their busy schedules too big of an obstacle. He had found her naive and innocent. But, Adam Lazzara never left anything, or anyone, as he found it.
Lottie drew in a deep shaking breath and looked out into the crowd. Only a week into tour, there was a large audience tonight. For a brief moment she forgot what tonight was about and smiled at the turn out.
Of course, that was only for a moment. She had never in her entire, still young, career been so nervous about an acoustic performance. Then again she had only written this song three days prior.
She softly began to strum on her bright yellow guitar. She stole a glance to stage left, making sure he was standing were he had promised her he would, before letting her fluid voice flow into the mic.
She let her voice fade with the guitar, then while pulling her guitar strap over her head, thanked the crowd with a smile. With a walk so graceful it could have easily been mistaken for a dance, she slowly cleared the stage and brushed past a very wide-eyed Adam, grinning all the way.
He had ended the relationship with the end of the tour. The end of the summer. Claiming the distance and their busy schedules too big of an obstacle. He had found her naive and innocent. But, Adam Lazzara never left anything, or anyone, as he found it.
Lottie drew in a deep shaking breath and looked out into the crowd. Only a week into tour, there was a large audience tonight. For a brief moment she forgot what tonight was about and smiled at the turn out.
Of course, that was only for a moment. She had never in her entire, still young, career been so nervous about an acoustic performance. Then again she had only written this song three days prior.
She softly began to strum on her bright yellow guitar. She stole a glance to stage left, making sure he was standing were he had promised her he would, before letting her fluid voice flow into the mic.
When I first started writing this, I swear,
my intentions were well.
And I'd start with maybe a memory or two.
But then I saw you for the first time in a while.
And awkward thoughts brought awkward smiles.
And I left your room for the very last time.
And I know that I can't sleep,
with all of these things, they're running through my head.
So I stayed out, and I-
I wrote this song about you.
Isn't that cliche of me to do?
But it's nothing for you.
The band just needed something more to play.
So don't blush or "hooray" at the possible sound of your name.
'Cause you know I wouldn't go that far, no.
Now I- I've watched this year disperse and still this verse lacks words.
And I'm losing all but a memory or two.
'Cause now I see you, and I can't hold back a smile.
Your fashion's long gone out of style.
And there's nothing left to impress me anymore.
'Cause I know that I can't see,
that same boy that I had known so long ago.
So I gave up, and I-
I wrote this song about you.
Isn't that cliche of me to do?
But it's nothing for you.
The band just needed something more to play.
So don't blush or "hooray" at the possible sound of your name.
'Cause you know that I wouldn't go that far.
No, I wouldn't go that far.
And you're dying to know,
if a "thank you" will show up on my back sleeve.
But I don't think I'll tell,
Of who crafted this hell and fixed it on me,
to the world.
I wrote this song.
I wrote it about you.
I wrote this song all about you.
Yeah, the band just needed one more song to play.
Yeah, the band just needed one more song to play
Yeah.
I wrote this song about you.
Isn't that cliche of me to do?
But it's nothing for you.
The band just needed something more to play.
So don't blush or "hooray" at the possible sound of your name.
'Cause you know I wouldn't go that far.
No, I wouldn't go that far...
No, I wouldn't go that far...
No, I wouldn't go…
my intentions were well.
And I'd start with maybe a memory or two.
But then I saw you for the first time in a while.
And awkward thoughts brought awkward smiles.
And I left your room for the very last time.
And I know that I can't sleep,
with all of these things, they're running through my head.
So I stayed out, and I-
I wrote this song about you.
Isn't that cliche of me to do?
But it's nothing for you.
The band just needed something more to play.
So don't blush or "hooray" at the possible sound of your name.
'Cause you know I wouldn't go that far, no.
Now I- I've watched this year disperse and still this verse lacks words.
And I'm losing all but a memory or two.
'Cause now I see you, and I can't hold back a smile.
Your fashion's long gone out of style.
And there's nothing left to impress me anymore.
'Cause I know that I can't see,
that same boy that I had known so long ago.
So I gave up, and I-
I wrote this song about you.
Isn't that cliche of me to do?
But it's nothing for you.
The band just needed something more to play.
So don't blush or "hooray" at the possible sound of your name.
'Cause you know that I wouldn't go that far.
No, I wouldn't go that far.
And you're dying to know,
if a "thank you" will show up on my back sleeve.
But I don't think I'll tell,
Of who crafted this hell and fixed it on me,
to the world.
I wrote this song.
I wrote it about you.
I wrote this song all about you.
Yeah, the band just needed one more song to play.
Yeah, the band just needed one more song to play
Yeah.
I wrote this song about you.
Isn't that cliche of me to do?
But it's nothing for you.
The band just needed something more to play.
So don't blush or "hooray" at the possible sound of your name.
'Cause you know I wouldn't go that far.
No, I wouldn't go that far...
No, I wouldn't go that far...
No, I wouldn't go…
She let her voice fade with the guitar, then while pulling her guitar strap over her head, thanked the crowd with a smile. With a walk so graceful it could have easily been mistaken for a dance, she slowly cleared the stage and brushed past a very wide-eyed Adam, grinning all the way.
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I don't write music… But, this was another old one-shot. If not for the song… It'd probably be a drabble. Comment?