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XAVIER ROCKWELL I wish I found some better sounds no one's ever heard I wish I had a better voice that sang some better words I wish I found some chords in an order that is new I wish I didn't have to rhyme every time I sang I was told when I get older, all my fears would shrink But now I'm insecure, and I care what people think

The rain shimmered silver beyond the lantern-lit skyline. The Quiet Stars glowed warmly overhead. I stared at the recorder for a long moment. Then finally picked it up. The apartment quieted immediately behind us. Everyone pretending not to pay attention very badly. I pressed play. Static crackled softly first. Then— music. Not polished music. Not orchestral. A woman singing while laughing halfway through the lyrics. Another voice joining badly off-key. Children clapping in the background. The sound flooded the balcony with warmth so ordinary it hurt. Hope smiled softly.

Lily said. “Yeah, baby girl.” “Can we wisten to Fwozen song? Pweeese.” “Ohmigod, you don’t have the CD do you?” I whispered. He grinned. “I don’t have the song, baby girl. How about Guns ’n Roses?” I looked back at her. She wrinkled her nose, but then just as quickly, smiled. “Nobemba Wain.” Alex chuckled. “Okay, baby girl.” He released my hand and chose November Rain from the Use Your Illusion CD and I giggled. “Well played, honey… well played.”

And it had already been 4 hours and no sign of him. "And now we have Wayo from the Faculty of Economics". The mc announced and Noah turned to the stage where Yo was sitting behind the Mic beside a piano. No doubt he had a soothing voice. Especially the song he chose. Noah smiled listening to him because it was his favorite too. Covered in lips Whispers in your eyes I'll be yours I'll be yours Nothing hurts more than not caring Time like black and white, knowing nothing about the future I feel like I've been waiting for you

"There are voices of people that linger when their lives are unjustly taken from this earth," Crystal said. "Voices of blood, and people who can't get justice for themselves. These voices belong to the souls of the dead, and the innocent. They can haunt you, torment you, and even try to kill you if they are strong enough. They are like air. They can't be seen. They can't be touched. They can be felt, but mostly through one's hearing. They glide in the air. The strong wind can stop them, and so can fire. Nature doesn't necessarily stop them, but anything too loud for you to hear them can temporarily stop them. And that is why they are called whispers.

, plugged in headphones to listen. Don't leave me alone. Don't leave me alone. It's so cold, it's so cold Why did you leave me alone? Don't leave me alone. Don't leave me alone. Windy afternoon Windy afternoon Why did you leave me? Some words some words The sound of love or prayer Some music some music Music to call people or music to call souls Don't be silent don't be silent With the sound of hammers nails. Don't give off scent. Don't give off scent

[Chapter Song: Whisper by RIO] N A Y A The way the wind whistles all around me. The way the sun places itself behind the clouds with the soft shades of pink in the sky. The way everything turns into dark silence. The way I still see her face in those places. And the way I am only holding onto this ledge to prevent myself from falling.

He played one of wizkid's song which was *Expensive shit* and kept shaking his head like a lizard. The volume was too loud and it was staring to disturb me.. . Julia ➡ Hey Mr driver... Your music is too loud.. Reduce the volume or shut it off. . The driver ignored me again shaking his head more to the music, he even began to whistle... There's nothing more that I hate more than noise pollution and that's what exactly this fool was doing. . Julia ➡ Listen to me fool!! I'm talking to you... Are you mad!? I said turn off the damn music..

~Wren~ It’s not the darkness that will drive me mad, but the silence. The complete void of noise that is so quiet that it’s deafening. My ears ring as I strain to hear anything I can, yet… nothing comes. No one comes. Just like no one stepped up to help me.

My wobble knees were almost vibrating in the white sneakers, I had on. Other hand was just at the side of the flowery dress I had on. My eyes loitered to the crowd’s impatient faces, till I found Cole’s… He gave me a re-assuring look. “Well I think we…all know this piece by Whitney Houston,” I muttered before I started. “Clock strikes upon the hour And the sun begins to fade,” My voice was a husky mess. It looked like no one was even interested. “Still enough time to figure out How to chase my blues away,”