Another one of those writing moods. [OPEN to 1]

Viva Heather ♪

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"Imma imma hit this night up like it's my last.."

I poked my head into the empty Amphitheater. It was empty like always, except when my cabin had sing-a-longs every once in a while. I scooted into the place and shut the massive door silently. The place smelled of the different cabins and sheet music. If anyone else knew what that smelled like. I crept through the huge empty area in front of the stage. I stepped up one of the lines of thin, wide stairs up to the second to last row up on the top. I clutched my Five Star notebook, fairly new, since I filled up my last one. I pulled out my Sharpie Liquid Pencil from my back pocket. I picked a seat, and peered down the empty place. I flipped to the next open page in my notebook.

Another one of those writing moods. [OPEN to 1] Selena16

R I L E Y R O M E N | | H E B E
"I'm a big kid now..."
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I wasn't like Apollo children. I didn't have a knack for musical qualities. Well, maybe I had a knack for singing, but that was it. No guitar playing or piano playing or drum playing. I was just a singer in my perspective. I should probably say that my name is Riley Romen, daughter of Hebe. I think my Dad wanted a boy, but didn't want me to have a boy name, so he gave me a name good enough for either gender. I walked into the almost empty Amphitheater...

I didn't realize there was someone else there. So, I start singing, "Who says, who say you're not perfect, who says, who says you're not worth it..." I continues to sing Who Says by Selena Gomez. People said I looked like her, but honestly I didn't see it. I just saw a normal looking kid version that only half way looked like her. I finally realized someone was there when I stopped midway in the song, speechless.

"..That's just weird."
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I arched my eyebrows, moaning in a hush. I heard singing voices. My mind did that... it made me hear others singing. I didn't look up. I was sunken in my newly written song..

Something, something 'bout the way that you had looked at me,
the smile smile that had been slowly catching onto me,
couldn't believe that it had lead to this,
without the speaking or the talking it's all worthless,
but could it be, could it be,
all worth-
this wait.

I hummed it a couple times out loud to make sure the chorus sounded like I wanted it to. I stared down at the notebook page and tapped the pen on the page three times. I cleared my throat. I was positive no one was here. I never sang here alone by myself, no one was here... I started singing it outloud. It made me smile when I heard my voice outloud, but it was also sort of weird in this silent invironment. No one here at camp ever heard my voice, ever. The only one who heard my voice alone were my brothers. I sang it again, a little loudly. I kept my head down, so my voice ran across the floor of the Amphitheater, almost hauntigly.

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