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Sunday, January 9, 2011
Let it be (written in 16 minutes, unedited)
So that awkward moment arises yet again when Sarah is sanding there, just standing there, right in front of me and I scream at her to 'Let it be.' But the problem is that Sarah has never been one for listening to others and therefore she just prefers to stand there screaming at us that she does not want to let it rest, she thinks that she is above the rest of the world. She thinks that she has that power to be able to challenge what society has bestowed upon her. David again screams the empty words at her 'LET IT BE!' But it was like screaming at a brick wall. How could he get through to her. How could he ever pass this. Then he hears the guitar riff waft through the roof and the tension starts to build. He uses music as a mood measurer, as a scaler of temperament. But, you can not blame him, having being brought up in that world, that society, this would be the norm. He was born on a tour bus as his parents were both famous rock musicians. The problem was that David, was much smarter than that, he was being home schooled by people who had no idea what really was going on in the world outside of rock. Through his own intelligence he passed with top marks, but was this really what he wanted? He knew no better, he knew no other lifestyle, what would classical piano, chemistry or even French benefit him when he is a famous rock star. Although David does recall hearing some fantastic rock piano pieces that he could compose. But then again, was this really the life that he would live in forever? He was socially inept. He was not equipped with the necessary social skills to survive in this world. But he had his band and really what else did he need? They released an EP and sales have started to climb, this was it for him, he was entering the lifestyle he had always dreamed. The lifestyle he had always seen as he watched his parents up on stage every night. The kid could play guitar before he could walk. How would he ever know that he would end up here? Yelling at Sarah to 'let it be' as she stood there with a gun in her hand. But then there was Sarah on the other hand. Prim and proper. She grew up in white populated Texas, so before she could walk, she could shoot a gun. This was her lifestyle, again she got perfect marks in school, same year as David. She dreamed that she would become one of the worlds leading business women and defy the gender odds and she was almost there, but what got in her way? She had her job as her little firm, she had a white boyfriend, just to impress daddy, so really she was living her dream, well almost? But what was the turning point for both of these kindred souls. It was that stupid April day, when in New York it was raining and she was running around central park and David was walking around the streets after a big night. They collided just in front of a building, that neither can exactly remember. It was love at first sight. In fact, they did not even say a word to each other, they just started to kiss and it felt right. Was this it? This was so out of character for prim and proper Sarah who was still holding on until marriage and so different for David who kissing was just a pre empt to a fantastic night. But this kiss was so much eternal. It felt so much more passionate. They were there in the rain, kissing like long lost lovers. This was the moment there lives changed. This was the greatest moment of their lives. It could have easily passed as a dream, but the life that followed proved rather different. They both continued with their careers and travelled the world, ending up in all the popular magazines as a great couple, but everything was not roses and soon enough one of them would crack. Seven years later, they ended up at this moment, lost in their own isolation. What were the supposed to do? It was a terrible soundtrack to a beautiful tale. Sarah had gotten so angry about that stupid concert, then the emotions did the rest. It only took one gun shot. It was surely the end.
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