Post by Charlie Hall on Sept 13, 2012 19:42:17 GMT -5
"And you'll never know me, for who I am" I sang softly, spinning the pottery between my hands. I had been writing the song I was singing for years, and finally got the music right. I burned that on to my ipod, and was know happily making up lyrics ever sense. I softly brought the pottery to the table. I was excited to paint it once it was dry. It would be my first peice that I showed. My other peices, passed off as my mothers, made millions.
I never got a penny. It reminded me of that story, where the beautiful maiden is locked up in that tower, weaving gold or something. I shookl my head. All of that was done and over with now. I spun the pottery another time, singing louder then before. "This broken path, that as forged out of lies, will be broken down." I sang, allowing myself to sing loud. At home, my mother would of sold my song. Here, I didn;t have to worry about that.
I sung my entire song, laughing hen it was done. I looked around and was shocked to see someone standing there.
I never got a penny. It reminded me of that story, where the beautiful maiden is locked up in that tower, weaving gold or something. I shookl my head. All of that was done and over with now. I spun the pottery another time, singing louder then before. "This broken path, that as forged out of lies, will be broken down." I sang, allowing myself to sing loud. At home, my mother would of sold my song. Here, I didn;t have to worry about that.
I sung my entire song, laughing hen it was done. I looked around and was shocked to see someone standing there.
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CREDIT?! By JINX?! of Caution 2.0
