Song Until Then Novels & Stories

An inspiring song. I then imagined Adam Levine surrounded by Aisyah, Kirana, and Julia. Then for some reason, Amelia appeared along with it. I started humming, “Spent twenty-four hours, I need more hours with you…” Suddenly, “Un(o), dos, un(o), dos, tres, cuat(tro)!” Big K counted and then the thump and distortion followed. An intro song titled Anticop Fuck The Police then interrupted my singing. But, my energy immediately swelled up like a blood-curdling. That's how we started training that afternoon. Followed in a row, Orgasmatron, Dead Embryonic Cells, Territory, and other prestissimo tempo countrymen. And of course, our own works.

Darkness loomed over the city as the sunset on the horizon. In mid-Spring, a Slight drizzle made Suho and Kwanghee retreat in the car, watching for Dr. Song to come back. Kwanghee put on some music from the radio. And the voice of Steven Tyler racking the airwaves, singing in a high-pitch tone to the pop song, “I don’t wanna miss a thing.” He couldn’t help but sing to his heart’s content, trying to distract Suho, who was twitching in his seat.

"I know this is coming to an end Aware of all the pain that will ensue And when it leaves a hole inside my chest I'm not sure how I'll cover up the wound My body's filled with my regret And sorrow Gloomy symphonies fill my head, mhh Tonight I think I'll write the saddest song To cleanse me of your memory and mend me when you're gone I can feel we're barely holding on So tonight I think I'll write the saddest song And maybe when I play it in my room I won't feel so empty when I'm thinking about you I can feel we're barely holding on So tonight I think I'll write the saddest song Mhh-mh, mhh, Mhh-mh

****** **SONG SEQUENCE STARTS** ****** Tere kandhe ka woh til Maine dekha tha jis din Aaj bhi hai woh mujhe yaad [I still remember the day when I first saw the black mole on your shoulder] Teri aankhon mein jo kal Maine jiya tha har pal Hai thehra hua mere sath [The moments we spent together are still with me]

Let the rain come down and wash away my tears Let it fill my soul and drown my fears Let it shatter the walls for a new sun... Kalani sang it with a high pitched:::: Let the rain come down and wash away my tears Let it fill my soul and drown my fears Let it shatter the walls for a new sun... A new day has... come Ohhh, a light Hush, now I see a light in your eyes All in the eyes of the boy Kiara sang it with a low and cool voice:::

I took my time to cook breakfast playing one of my favorite songs. Standing in front of Jawad room, I contemplate on what to do Should I knock or let him be? After standing in deep thinking, I finally muster up the courage to knock. Just as I was about the knock the door flung open revealing Jawad himself, in simple tan jeans and a short sleeve, his small black stubble shinning I feel like touching them. Farah composes yourself. I mentally scolded myself. The clearing of his voice made me realize what I'm doing. checking him out.

Here is the playlist of songs in the book if you want to listen to them: Don't Let Me Down by The Chainsmokers All Of Me by John Legend You are gonna be okay by Bethel Music Ft Jenn Johnson Home by Machine Gun Kelly ft Ambassador and Bebe Rhexa Mirror by Justin Timberlake Forever by Labyrinth

Maybe after the orientation she would warn me not to bully the students? After a few more minutes of her discussing about what I need to know about the University, she finished and drank a water. “Do you have a question, ija?” she asks Ija? What word is that? My name is Sophia. “Oh, I’m sorry for calling you that. It is a Spanish word for a younger girl or daughter,” she explains. Ohh, I see. “Ahh, it’s fine, ma’am” I said. “So… any questions?” she asks.

After dinner, the household songstresses took turns performing for him, serenading him with music. When Rafael and Carissa arrived, Hayden was reclining on a lounge chair, eyes closed, tapping a rhythm on the armrest as he listened. The songstress, her face veiled, played a string instrument as she sang. Her voice was as clear as a nightingale, sweet and lilting. Her slender, fair fingers glided over the strings, each pluck and strum filling the room with pure, ethereal music, like streams flowing through high mountains. The music was enchanting, and it felt as if one's troubles faded away after listening to it.

“Prepare the Red Draft.” --- Epilogue The Song that Remains Rowan stood beside the same river tree. This time, he wasn’t alone. Miri, Tulen, Riden, and a small choir of children gathered beside him. Together, they sang not the lullaby of sorrow but its new verse: “Memory walks beside us, shadow and flame, When voices rise, no silence can claim. Let song be the thread when truth’s torn apart, For each note remembered… is the beat of a heart.”