I strum the chords. I sing the lyrics. I watch the crowd…
Everyone is singing along, yet I am the only one with the mic.
I see the kids up close to the stage, with hands raised high, their lips moving in sync with mine.
I feel the movement from the mosh pit. I remember what it was like to be in the crowd looking upwards towards the stage.
But now things are different. This is The moment. The Big One. Me and my band.
My band and I.
Every breath is for the crowd. The powerful feeling I get from the rumble of the amplifliers. The rush from the drummer. The look from our lead guitarist…
The last song. Must it end already? Oh, but we’ll go out with a bang!. They will remember this night, because we will never let them forget.
I strum the chords. I sing the lyrics. I watch my band interact with this wild crowd.
I’ll give until there’s nothing left. I’ll sing until my last breath.
Not because I have to. No, never that. Only because, this is who I want to be, this is who I am…
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About the author
heartbeats echocho
alone with my reaccuring dreams
i kinda stumbled onto ficlets by accident, soo ficlets sorta found me…corny i know…
reading just a few entries i thought, ‘this could be fun!’
i figured that i need to sharpen my skills…or rather, lack thereof. i’m hopeing ficlets will give me the edge i need to become a better writer…well, here’s hopeing so
As of January 18th, I was welcomed into the highly esteemed League of Awesomeness…ha-ray everybody!...no? okay…I am now the Duchess De La Awesome. Feel free to call me Duchess whenever you don’t refer to me as Echo…lol : ]-
love it!:
the bands…skillet, flyleaf, paramore, blueprints of the heart, relient k, fall out boy, & hellogoodbye(’s here in your arms)
volley-ball
watching my bro play b-ball
skateboarding
ripstick…ing
jesus
my friends
my family
music videos(fuse tv)
my local radio station(whoo! the Q 99.7)
the smell of rain
watching it snow
Heros
The Bigget Loser
did i say music?
that I, heartbeats echocho, is corny-like-the-sun-shines-so-bright-it-makes-your-eyes-hurt-if-you-stare-at-it.
(which is soo much more corny then lil miss-not-as-corny-as-me-but-she-keeps-insisting-she-is Emotes)
hate it!:
being home on fridaynights when theres concerts & games to go to
when im listening to my fav song on the radio & someone changes the channel (come ON man!!)
low-fat icecream(what the heck?!)
icecream that melts then freezes again(it’snot the same after that… : [ )
shoveling first thing in the mornings after i watch it snow
when peeps don’t comment on my stuuuufffff!!
when somebody accuses me of not being corny
Oh, so now you’re the ‘goddess of corniliousness’?
I never said I was a goddess so you can’t say ’ Echo is not the goddess of whatever-you-said, I am!’
And accusing me of lying?
That cuts deeply Emotes.
I apollogize for hurting you, as you say I have. I had no knowledge I had done so, because I am too corny to attempt hurting a friend. :(
But really E, an imposter?! That is soo low…this is…WAR!
Let the Corny War begin….
I…AM….COORRNIINEESSSSS!!!
Published on January 19, 2008.
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