i

[androidheart]

It stings and bites
worse yet, week to week
where my Ghostly fingertips
long again for your sallow cheek

I couldn't if I dared
and I wouldn't, as I've tried
to look beyond something like "You and I"
where I could sing,
with a Broken guitar string
and a heart to match
a girl that Lied
and never looked back

I want to quit,
and yet I can't
I want to sit,
and yet I shan't
bereft of former heart and soul
take what Remains and make me Whole
held against your chest
there is nothing else Left

Comments

[fiddlestick]

Yeah, it is.
I'm so sorry Angela.

[...]

But that doesn't mean you have to give up on music.

[androidheart]

They're going to take my guts, my throat, my voice, my brain, my legs and everything else.

I'm not even going to be me anymore.

It's pointless.

[fiddlestick]

They're not going to do that by Wednesday.

Come on Angela.
I can't sing in public anymore, but you know they always tip better if you sing.
I could use your voice.
And you could use the music.

[androidheart]

[. . .]

Maybe.

[fiddlestick]

We can play anything you'd like.
But I do have one song in mind that might help as an outlet if you don't have one.
Though it might not be as angry as you might like.

[Still, he'll link it]

[androidheart]

As angry as I might like?

Please do not put words in my mouth, Elliot.

[fiddlestick]

I said "might". I didn't put any words in your mouth.
But that's the second time you've jumped on something small I've said
And you're Eren's cousin
It's not really unreasonable to think you might be feeling angry.

[androidheart]

Well, I am not my cousin.

I am me, for now, at least.

It's fine.

Whatever!

[fiddlestick]

[CONVINCING...]

Okay.
Well, I'll be at the Catmosphere on Wednesdays from 4 to 8.
If you come, we'll play any songs you want
I can improvise.

[androidheart]

I'll be counting on you, musical prodigy Elliot Craig.

[fiddlestick]

Right back at you, musical sensation Angela Aust!