Audition Lyrics Novels & Stories

The photographer gave us a cue, smiling behind the camera. "Ready? Three, two, one!" "Cheese!" The camera clicked, and the image froze in time—just Valerie and I, smiling at each other, full of happiness. Life had struck me hard, but I chose to sing through the pain.

“Let’s sit around, Waiting for the sun to rise Let’s sit around, Waiting for the moon to fall By the water As it glistens You could listen, To the sound of your tears To the sound of your tears But remember that I love you, I will forever No matter what happens, To me or you We’ll be together Through the years So as you cry Please listen, To the sound of your tears To the sound of your tears”

After I moved into my new apartment, my neighbor, Bianca Ferraro, started showing up at my door every evening for a free meal. I lived alone and always cooked more than I needed. For the sake of keeping the peace, I did not mind sharing. That changed one workday at 3:00 am, when someone pounded on my door and yelled, "Open up! My boyfriend's waiting at the bar downstairs. Make me a cheese platter and open a bottle of red wine. I need to bring it down." I opened the door, still half-asleep, and stared at Bianca standing in the hallway. "You're serious?" She rolled her eyes. "Don't act like it's such a big deal. It won't even take you that long." My temples throbbed. "I'm not your pers

The screams that erupted inside the covered gym were deafening. I gasped as he began playing the intro: Look at the stars Look how they shine for you and everything you do yeah, they were all yellow I came along I wrote a song for you and all the things you do And it was all yellow.. The screams around me grew louder, especially when he looked towards the audience as if searching for someone to sing to. I held my breath tightly as our eyes met.. Your skin, Oh yeah, your skin and bones turn into something beautiful you know

None of my brothers said a word, likely all holding their breath like me. She started to sing, a slight rasp to her voice similar to Jude. But not Jude. More … soulful. Lyrics that fit her circumstances almost, since as she sang I felt her pain. I felt her pouring herself into it. When it was over she went right into “Midnight Special,” by CCR. Again with the same profound sense of having lived it. That’s what Feisty’s lyrics were. They were us, raw and real. Except our recent album bullshit but it is what it is.

"You need to change the gender. And then, here. You will start here." My frown deepen. Why does this lyrics have to suck me up? I clear my throat and start hitting the tiles. "Cause my heart breaks a little when I hear your name It all just sounds like ooh, ooh, ooh, hoo Mm, too young, too dumb to realize That I should have bought you flowers And held your hand Should have gave you all my hours When I had the chance Take you to every party 'cause all you wanted to do was dance~"

"You gave me a scare" "What happened to me? How did I even get here in the first place?" Audrey stopped mid way when it suddenly dawned on her that she had regained her speaking ability. " She had gone too deep with her conversation with Pearldina to notice the miracle that has taken place. "How is this possible?" She asked massaging her throat gently. "Where is Lord Adonis?" She inquired. "Do you want to see him that badly?" Pearldina voice came to play. "I need to know please, my fate depends on it." Audrey sounded distressed as she softly pleaded, "Please?"

🎵 🎵 “We're 18 at senior prom and grown” 🎵 “Old with someone who makes me feel young”🎵 🎵 “I need a man who loves me like…”🎵 🎵 “My father love's my mom…”🎵 By the final chorus, the judges were standing. When I finished, silence gripped the room. One suspended heartbeat. Then…Thunder. Applause. Screams. Cries. The announcer stepped forward tears in her own eyes, her voice thick with emotion.

And then, as if a gentle breeze had whispered in my ear, he began to sing. His voice pierced through the silence, captivating me with its soft timbre. Each word he uttered hung in the air, carried by a melody that wrapped around my soul. It was as if he had unraveled the depths of my heart and poured its essence into every lyric. At that moment, it felt as though he were speaking directly to me, his voice carrying a hint of vulnerability and longing. The song he had chosen, "Dandelions" by Ruth B., held a special significance in that moment. Its lyrics spoke of resilience and hope, a testament to the beauty that can spring from unexpected places.

She is too sweet and docile, and I hoped she had a wolf equal to her. “Penny, are you ok how was your change”? I waited for her reply. Nothing. I could not hear her. Again, I called out to her “Penny can you hear me are you ok, I need to know if you are alright”. I paused 'Penny' I screamed in my mind.