Post by Katie Moicelle on May 16, 2016 14:24:58 GMT -6
Setting: My house, My room; Crossville, Tennessee
Date: May 16th, 2016, at 3PM CDT.
I've made a terrible mistake. I should never have been so harsh... so thin-skinned... so calloused towards Stacy like I was that day. But, tragically, what's done is done, and what's said is said. I don't deserve a woman like Stacy, especially in the state I'm in...
I lie on my bed in my room in what is now my house, much like I've been doing for a few days now, with no one or thing but the radio to keep my sorrowful self company. The station is the local Knoxville classic rock station, because the company that owned the new rock station destroyed said station, leaving 103.5 as the only one left. My face gives a sense of depression, my lack of clothes aside from a pink laced, black cupped bra and pink panties (for Stacy, before that... incident) scream negativity, and on my petite body lay a pink pillow, about as wide as Stacy's frame is. I grip onto it as tightly as I can as a familiar song comes on... Shooting Star, by Bad Company. I know every word to this song, and it's something I trained to for a while. I'm close to breaking out in tears for the umpteenth time, and someone singing usually kept that from happening too badly.
Song:
"Johnny was a schoolboy when he heard his first Beatle song.
'Love Me Do,' I think it was. From there it didn't take him long.
Got himself a guitar,
used to play every night,
Now he's in a rock 'n' roll outfit, and everything's all right. Don't you know?"
Me:
"No, but I wish I did, friend..."
I grip onto my pillow, and rock it left to right in time to the music.
Me:
"I wish I knew."
Song:
"Johnny told his mama, 'hey, Mama, I'm goin' away. I'm gonna hit the big
time, gonna be a big star someday', Yeah.
Mama came to the door with a teardrop in her eye.
Johnny said, 'Don't cry, mama, smile and wave good-bye"
A lot of you know the next part, right? Continuing to rock my pillow, I hold it as if it were Stacy herself: right hand where her head would be, and left arm around where her waist would be. I sing along with the chorus of the song:
"Don't you know
yeah yeah,
Don't you know that you are a shooting star?
Don't you know, don't you know. Don't you know that you are
a shooting star, And all the world will love you just as long,
As long as you are."
I can feel the salene falling from my eyes, but I'm trying to stay composed... We continue:
"Johnny made a record,
Went straight up to number one.
Suddenly everyone loved to hear him sing his song.
Watching the world go by, surprising it goes so fast.
Johnny looked around him and said, 'Well, I made the big time at last!"
Second chorus, same as the first. I might be a bit more teary-eyed.
"Don't you know, don't you know, Don't you know that you are
a shooting star,
Don't you know, oh, yeah, Don't you know that you are
a shooting star, yeah,
And all the world will love you just as long,
As long as you are,
a shooting star."
And queue first guitar solo. I weakly whistle along with it, trying not to get tears caught in my eyes.
"Don't you know that you are a shooting star, Don't you know, yeah,
Don't you know that you are a shooting star, now,
And all the world will love you just as long, As long you are..."
I'm starting to really lose my composure here... if only Stacy were here so I could sing along with her...
"Johnny died one night, died in his bed. Bottle of whiskey,
sleeping tablets by his head. Johnny's life passed him by like a
warm summer day. If you listen to the wind you can still hear him play."
Part of me just wants to know what that feels like... but perhaps it's better that I stay here and keep suffering as the fodder I am.
Oh oh oh, don't you know that you are a shooting star,
Don't you know, yeah, don't you know, Don't you know that you are a shooting star,
Don't you know,
Don't you know that you are a shooting star?"
With a sudden burst of emotion, I yell out...
"DON'T YOU, DON'T YOU,
DON'T YOU, DON'T YOU,
DON'T YOU KNOW?!"
That does me in, I can't continue singing... I cry out loud right into where Stacy's neck would be in relation to my pillow, with tears falling harder than they ever have before... I didn't even know I could cry this much. However, the song continues on...
"Don't you know, oh, yeah, you are,
Yeah, a shooting star, yeah, oh
oh oh oh oh...
Don't you, don't you know
that you are a shooting star,
Don't you don't you know..."
The song fades out and I turn the radio off. It's absolutely silent, save for my crying. For about 15 more seconds... that's all I do; cry. I just want this day... nay, this situation to end. Too bad I can't rectify this situation, or else I would. I'm sorry I couldn't get the job done as usual, fans. I'm sorry I let the name of Zero Gravity down, Ms. Sangue. But, most of all... I'm sorry that I can't take a blow to the head without overreacting after losing our match, Ms. J. I wish I could undo this whole thing, but our minds are made up...
I should just go and die in a hole.
Date: May 16th, 2016, at 3PM CDT.
I've made a terrible mistake. I should never have been so harsh... so thin-skinned... so calloused towards Stacy like I was that day. But, tragically, what's done is done, and what's said is said. I don't deserve a woman like Stacy, especially in the state I'm in...
I lie on my bed in my room in what is now my house, much like I've been doing for a few days now, with no one or thing but the radio to keep my sorrowful self company. The station is the local Knoxville classic rock station, because the company that owned the new rock station destroyed said station, leaving 103.5 as the only one left. My face gives a sense of depression, my lack of clothes aside from a pink laced, black cupped bra and pink panties (for Stacy, before that... incident) scream negativity, and on my petite body lay a pink pillow, about as wide as Stacy's frame is. I grip onto it as tightly as I can as a familiar song comes on... Shooting Star, by Bad Company. I know every word to this song, and it's something I trained to for a while. I'm close to breaking out in tears for the umpteenth time, and someone singing usually kept that from happening too badly.
Song:
"Johnny was a schoolboy when he heard his first Beatle song.
'Love Me Do,' I think it was. From there it didn't take him long.
Got himself a guitar,
used to play every night,
Now he's in a rock 'n' roll outfit, and everything's all right. Don't you know?"
Me:
"No, but I wish I did, friend..."
I grip onto my pillow, and rock it left to right in time to the music.
Me:
"I wish I knew."
Song:
"Johnny told his mama, 'hey, Mama, I'm goin' away. I'm gonna hit the big
time, gonna be a big star someday', Yeah.
Mama came to the door with a teardrop in her eye.
Johnny said, 'Don't cry, mama, smile and wave good-bye"
A lot of you know the next part, right? Continuing to rock my pillow, I hold it as if it were Stacy herself: right hand where her head would be, and left arm around where her waist would be. I sing along with the chorus of the song:
"Don't you know
yeah yeah,
Don't you know that you are a shooting star?
Don't you know, don't you know. Don't you know that you are
a shooting star, And all the world will love you just as long,
As long as you are."
I can feel the salene falling from my eyes, but I'm trying to stay composed... We continue:
"Johnny made a record,
Went straight up to number one.
Suddenly everyone loved to hear him sing his song.
Watching the world go by, surprising it goes so fast.
Johnny looked around him and said, 'Well, I made the big time at last!"
Second chorus, same as the first. I might be a bit more teary-eyed.
"Don't you know, don't you know, Don't you know that you are
a shooting star,
Don't you know, oh, yeah, Don't you know that you are
a shooting star, yeah,
And all the world will love you just as long,
As long as you are,
a shooting star."
And queue first guitar solo. I weakly whistle along with it, trying not to get tears caught in my eyes.
"Don't you know that you are a shooting star, Don't you know, yeah,
Don't you know that you are a shooting star, now,
And all the world will love you just as long, As long you are..."
I'm starting to really lose my composure here... if only Stacy were here so I could sing along with her...
"Johnny died one night, died in his bed. Bottle of whiskey,
sleeping tablets by his head. Johnny's life passed him by like a
warm summer day. If you listen to the wind you can still hear him play."
Part of me just wants to know what that feels like... but perhaps it's better that I stay here and keep suffering as the fodder I am.
Oh oh oh, don't you know that you are a shooting star,
Don't you know, yeah, don't you know, Don't you know that you are a shooting star,
Don't you know,
Don't you know that you are a shooting star?"
With a sudden burst of emotion, I yell out...
"DON'T YOU, DON'T YOU,
DON'T YOU, DON'T YOU,
DON'T YOU KNOW?!"
That does me in, I can't continue singing... I cry out loud right into where Stacy's neck would be in relation to my pillow, with tears falling harder than they ever have before... I didn't even know I could cry this much. However, the song continues on...
"Don't you know, oh, yeah, you are,
Yeah, a shooting star, yeah, oh
oh oh oh oh...
Don't you, don't you know
that you are a shooting star,
Don't you don't you know..."
The song fades out and I turn the radio off. It's absolutely silent, save for my crying. For about 15 more seconds... that's all I do; cry. I just want this day... nay, this situation to end. Too bad I can't rectify this situation, or else I would. I'm sorry I couldn't get the job done as usual, fans. I'm sorry I let the name of Zero Gravity down, Ms. Sangue. But, most of all... I'm sorry that I can't take a blow to the head without overreacting after losing our match, Ms. J. I wish I could undo this whole thing, but our minds are made up...
I should just go and die in a hole.