Ehm...what?

-stares at post- Yeah, that just randomly appeared...



She stepped up to the piano, knowing what song she was going to play and what she was going to do with it. It really didn’t take a mastermind to figure it out; she needed to let her emotions go. Her long fingers stroked the polished wood that covered the keys. With tenderness like no other, she lifted the cover, letting the wood press against the meat of her fingers. A heavy sigh escaped from her as she sat herself down on the piano bench. How pathetic was it that she had memorized the song? It had taken much practice but eventually, she memorized it. And now she was going to play it for everyone to hear, for everyone to know.

The first note rang through her head as her fingers continued to play the introduction. She cleared her throat so she could prepare. Yes, she was going to sing it as well, a feat she had never accomplished before. Her shaky voice joined the melody from the piano as she closed her eyes and committed the rest to memory.


When I was younger
I saw…


Her voice was already breaking.


…my daddy cry
And curse at the wind
He broke his own heart
And I watched
As he tried to reassemble it


She would not relent. She had to finish this song.


And my momma swore that
She would never let herself forget
And that was the day that I promised
I'd never sing of love
If it does not exist


Continue…that was what she had to do. No faltering, no letting a finger slip. It was the only way she could feel better.


But darling,
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception


She wanted to sob, stab at her heart, but her fingers would not let her. Her hands stayed positioned over the keys, fingers producing the clear notes.


Maybe I know, somewhere
Deep in my soul
That love never lasts
And we've got to find other ways
To make it alone
Keep a straight face


Let it end. It was almost time to break apart. No no! She couldn’t!


And I've always lived like this
Keeping a comfortable, distance
And up until now
I had sworn to myself that I'm
Content with loneliness


How was it she could relate so easily, that her heart plucked with the song? Her fingers continued to move, her voice continued to waver. But she would finish. She would see herself end the song just as she wanted to.


And I'm on my way to believing
Oh, And I'm on my way to believing


Over. It was over. Her hands lingered at the keys, refusing to budge. But it would do no good to waste any time. She felt herself stand up from the piano bench, move away from the piano, and fumble with the record button. It was pitiful, a horrible recording. But it was so true. The emotion behind the recording was a part of her.

So she would burn it and let it die forever. Because it really was not worth the risk. So she was going to kill it while she still could, while she had that chance. As the recording hovered over the fire, her hands shook. It was difficult to let things go, especially feelings. Determination would overcome her though as her fingers let loose of the recording she would never hear. Her eyes stared as the flames engulfed her failure, a solitary tear welling up in her left eye. A pointless tear.


*Credit to Paramore for lyrics*