Novel & Cerita Song With Written In The Stars

What is this? I wander my gaze around. Am I really in the right place? Maybe someone prepared this for his special someone, but Kuya told me to come here. Just then, a song rang out. [Yellow by Coldplay] /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 called Yellow/ What is this? What is really happening? Oh my. I guess I am really in the wrong place.

You know I want you It's not a secret I try to hide I know you want me So don't keep sayin' our hands are tied You claim it's not in the cards... What if we rewrite the stars? Say you were made to be mine Nothing could keep us apart You'd be the one I was meant to find It's up to you, and it's up to me No one can say what we get to be So why don't we rewrite the stars? Maybe the world could be ours Tonight I woke up feeling a little off while trying to open my eyes. There is a sheet that covers half of my body since the place is cold—making me shiver a little until I finally got the chance to open my eyes and wanders it around to check if where I am.

" Silently, I looked at her angry expression. "He's gone—gone with the baby." The nurse covered her mouth, looking apologetic. "I'm sorry." I smiled and shook my head, but my gaze fell on Chloe Bennett's latest social media post. In it was a man with a cigarette between his lips. He was shirtless, his sculpted abs illuminated under dim lighting. His head was lowered, one hand unbuckling his belt—impatient, almost desperate. The caption read, "When the earthquake struck, he rushed to me without hesitation. The fireworks in the sky bore witness—from that moment on, we belonged to each other."

“This last song is dedicated to the woman I love the most. I love you more than I have ever found a way to say to you . . . You are my sun, my moon, and all of the stars. You brighten up my life, sweetheart. And I am the man who can’t be moved because of you . . . “ His lips lifted as he stared at me. My two knees are shaking. Tears already flowing endlessly at both my cheeks. I covered my lips when someone pulled my hand to take me on stage. The crowd is getting wild. They are all cheering for us. But I was deafer to the loud beating of my heart. Damn! This is not just a dream, Cherry! As I walk closer to him. The song, The man who can’t be moved by The Script is playing. Cause if one day y

And if there's something real between me and you Well are we both open to All these possibilities So many little possibilities Right in front of us Close enough to touch And far enough to have some time to see All these possibilities, Oh, all these possibilities, Are written in the stars We are who we are, baby And I can't help but think that possibly, There's possibilities. Ana stops singing but keeps strumming the guitar. She finally looks up and sees me in the doorway. Her eyes widen and fingers freeze, leaving the last chord she played reverberating though the instrument until she lays her hand across the strings to silence them.

**Valerie** I walked into the room after a relaxing shower. Grabbing my blow dryer, I began drying my hair while singing along to “In the Stars” by Benson Boone playing. “I'm still holding on to everything that's dead and gone.” “I don't wanna say goodbye cos this one means forever.” “Now you're in the stars, and six feet never felt so far.” At this point, I'd stopped drying my hair. The dryer served as a microphone while I sang my heart out, tears streaming down my cheeks.

I think I’d sing “Swimming in stars by wayfarers. Rewatching the kissing booth and hearing the song glimpse all the time made it one of my favorites song since then. “Turn your speakers loud” I began singing. “Feel the energy like lightning coming through the clouds” “And your heart might just explode” “Oh ho ho ho ho ho ho” “Come on scream it out......” “Let him hear you let him see you yeah you see them now” “And it’s pulsing through your bones” “Oh ho ho ho ho ho” “We’ll be swimming in stars”

His singing was soft, almost like a lullaby, each word soaked in emotion: 🎶 Oh~ the brightest star in the night sky, Please guide me close to you. 🎶 🎶 Oh~ the brightest star in the night sky, do you know? Where is the figure who once walked with me? 🎶 🎶 I would rather bear all the pain in my heart, Then forget the sight of your eyes. Grant me the courage to believe again, To embrace you beyond all the lies. 🎶

He struck the opening chord again, and this time, the slow-burn magic took over the room. As we sang together, the lyrics acted as a double-edged sword, cutting straight through the lies and secrets we were both desperate to keep. Kingsley took the first line of the medley, his deep, velvety baritone echoing off the acoustic panels of the studio. When Kingsley sang about wanting to "rewrite the stars" and change their fate, he was looking directly at me. > "You think I'm easy to find, mister?" > "No, I think you're... a dirty little secret."

“My heart sings for you... In the darkest of days you’re the star that shines the brightest. You’re the star that guides me on my way...” A thought occurs to me as I sing, did I choose these songs because I was meeting Craig tomorrow and I wanted him to know how I feel? The music shifted into the final chorus. Fireworks erupted over the stadium. Her dancers dropped to their knees around her. Lights flared like burning stars. “I never forgot you. Never stopped wanting you. In every song, in every dream, it was always you.” The crowd roared. My voice echoed. My heart broke open. Then the outro was pure, raw, a confession.