Monday, November 17, 2003

Evita

It won't be easy, you'll think it strange
When i try to explain how i feel
That i still need your love after all that I've done
You won't believe me
All you will see is a girl you once knew
Although she's dressed up to the nines
At sixes and sevens with you

I had to let it happen; i had to change
Couldn't stay all my life down at heel
Looking out of the window, staying out of the sun
So I chose freedom
Running around trying everything new
But nothing impressed me at all
I never expected it to

Don't cry for me, argentina
The truth is i never left you
All through my wild days
My mad existence
I kept my promise
Don't keep your distance

And as for fortune, and as for fame
I never invited them in
Though it seemed to the world they were all I desired
They are illusions
They're not the solutions they promised to be
The answer was here all the time
I love you and hope you love me
Don't cry for me, argentina

Don't cry for me, argentina
The truth is i never left you
All through my wild days
My mad existence
I kept my promise
Don't keep your distance

Have I said too much? there's nothing more
I can think of to say to you
But all you have to do is look at me to know
That every word is true
-"Don't Cry For Me, Argentina" from A.L.W.'s 'Evita'

Good song, no? Anyways, I'm going to go see my school's production on Sunday at eight, if I remember to buy the tickets ahead of time. And speaking of Mr. Webber, I think that the Spring concert is going to be a medley of his musicals. At least, that's what I heard from the orchestra president. And people keep looking at me while I'm walking and singing. Maybe I'll find something to sing and post a midi of it. As for my screenplay, it's no longer a screenplay. I've made it into a story. So far, there's three written pages and I've only just scraped at the plot. Here's a little sampler.

Fayren peered out at the crowd. The club seemed nearly full. It was the last night they would open for Spineshank. Sighing, she turned to Hayden, her bassist, and Raquel, her drummer.
"He's out there. Are we ready to deal with him?" They both nodded. She had discussed this many times over. "Even during the set?"
"We've gone over this hundreds of times." Hayden stepped towards her and was just about to give her a reassuring kiss when the club's manager ducked backstage.
"You're on in two," he barked. Stopping short, he looked from Hayden and Fayren to Raquel and back again with a curious look in his eyes.
"They love each other," Raquel said from her spot on the far wall. "You don't have a problem with that, do you?" The manager only shook his head and left.
"Thanks," Fayren said as she pulled away from Hayden. "I don't know where we'd be without you."
Raquel let out one of her ringing laughs. "In Hell, of course. That, or in a garage looking for a decent drummer." ...

There's more, but I'm saving it until I know whether I like it or not. If you're confused, just back slowly away...

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