My Band Lyrics Novels & Stories

The concert's atmosphere grew more intense by the minute, with everyone's focus locked on the stage. It seemed like I was invisible, blending into the shadows of the concert. The dim lights gave me a false sense of bravery. I moved to the beat of the music, letting the rhythm guide my steps. She moved with a rhythm that made the air between us tremble, every motion sent a heat through me that I could not contain. I reached for her waist and pulled her close, the sudden rush of contact hit me like fire, every cell in me coming alive.

] [In the end, all of it was just a moment in time I happened to borrow from God. [And once that time was up, I would lose everything.] [I suddenly feel so cold.] [So this is what a cloudy day feels like.] [This must be God taking it all back.] [My nose is bleeding.] [I–] [Hmm. Goodbye.] [Goodbye, everyone I love.] Bonnie's voice broke into sobs. Her tears dripped onto the diary pages. No one in the audience spoke anymore. Only soft sobs echoed through the room. I couldn't even remember how I finished listening to my own diary. I also couldn't see the expressions on everyone's faces clearly.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Ni son japgo jigu (I wanna hold your hand) Bandaepyeonkkaji ga (And go to the other side of the Earth) Gyeoureul kkeutnaegopa (Wanna put an end to this winter) Geuriumdeuri (How much longing) Eolmana nuncheoreom naeryeoya (Should we see snowing down) Geu bomnari olkka, Friend (To have the days of spring, Friend) * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Going hard on his drums, Danielle vented out his frustration and sang the next set of lines. Seemed like I was not the only one affected by the song and lyrics, afterall.

I'd already made my choice, even though I haven't consulted with Brendan yet. I'm just humoring these girls. Not one of them has the talent it takes to be part of this band, to be a rebel. They live in their worlds of bubbles and roses where everyone is at their beck and call. They don't even know the meaning behind the words they sing. The lyrics of my music passing through their lips convey none of the real emotions behind it. It sounds like blasphemy coming from them. My music means nothing to them. After another grueling hour of bad singing, I had enough. The legs of my chair scrape back as I got up and shot a hard glare at the remaining prospects.

“What’s up her ass today?” Troy laughs next to him, spinning his drumsticks between his fingers. “Does Monica ever not have a stick up her ass?” I shake my head at the two of them, letting them continue their banter as I adjust my guitar and imagine firing Monica for the umpteenth time in my life. Just as I focus back on my guitar, playing some of chords to the song we’ll be working on, the rest of the band walks through the studio doors. My band consists of the best of the best. Troy on the drums, Poe on bass, Luke on rhythm, Landon on keys as well as various other instruments. Then we have my backup vocalists: Josh, Elton, and Leo.

“There’s no more fear inside….. I threw my heart in the Fire I’ve never fallen from higher But I’m still here ……” (Please Note: These lyrics belong to the song I’m Still Here – (by Jem and the Holograms Soundtrack) I finish my song, suddenly the sound of people applauding reach my ears, breaking me from my state of euphoria… After talking to a few people afterwards, I begin to pack up my things. I’m crouching down, busy putting my guitar in its case, when I suddenly still, a familiar scent hitting me…

Cold and broken down It’s all I knew I let it corner me in And hide where my tracks lead Now I’m waking up And all I do Is getting lost in the past To find where I’d first hear [Pre-Chorus] That I was never gonna be somebody That I was never gonna feel light, come around And they rise again as I am told that I should see Chorus] Red now And to fear what lies ahead now But I know that I will Do everything for you again I will do everything for you again And I bet now You will see that I will burn what I don’t need here And I’ll know it’s alright, alright, alright

Andrea was staring at the ceiling thinking when she grabs her phone and play music. Playing: Perfect by Pink Made a wrong turn, once or twice Dug my way out, blood and fire Bad decisions, that's alright Welcome to my silly life Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood Miss knowing it's all good, it didn't slow me down Mistaken, always second-guessing, underestimated Look, I'm still around Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel Like you're less than fuckin' perfect Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel like you're nothing

Trust the one Who's been where you are Wishing all it was Just sticks and stones Those words cut deep but they don't mean you're all alone And you're not invisible Hear me out, There's so much more to life than what you're feeling now Someday you'll look on all these days And all these pain is gonna be invisible Oh, invisible"

“No time to dream no time to fear, open your heart widely. Can’t stop, don’t wait even if someone holds you back. Let’s meet at the destination. Gonna be much tiring, tough, and rough, though. The more we discover new stories, the more we put challenges in our heart. Gonna try, trespass, then tumble, and stand up to keep going, at the end of the route is the finish line, we can bear even if it’s steep and high. Start from one, two, three, four, five. Maybe slip at six, and sick at seven, still continue to eight to step to nine. Though the awaited destination is cold and dry, obstacles bring a lesion, so, let’s remember it as a lesson. It’s time for the real world, no time for the conceptual