I played with the cord to the microphone. The damn thing made me want to cry again. Lilly and Luke had one thing in common. they both loved there bands and where intoxicated with the idea of being famous. the cord tightened around my hand.
I hated this room. we had a huge house. we had money. why couldn't we go somewhere else to do this? Its haunting. first Luke died and left this place half empty. then Lilly died and it was completely empty. my dad couldn't let go of Luke so he changed it into his work place.
Bret walked in. I didn't want to do this in the first place. I thought for sure my father would object. he thought if you where in music you where doomed to die an awful death. guess it made sense. all he cared about was work since Luke died. mom was the same. The only difference was she didn't even try to mask that she no longer cared.
Bret picked up the second microphone. I glanced at the mic in his hand. it was the mic. the one Luke and I had spent hours decorating. there was a purple music note with white dotted lines that led out to a green butterfly. I loved that thing more than anything else he left me.
"Ok. lets start. here." Bret handed me a piece of paper. the song we where doing for his up coming album.
the beat started and I looked at the song. it started with him singing then me and it was a brilliant song. forgetting to love, nice title. didn't fit the topic though
oh look you did it again.
cant stand anymore
crushed my heart and left me for dead
can you even see this as it is
when fire burns
the blood bath begins.
when fire burns the blood bath begins. how did he know? fire and blood. I never told him that Luke died, let alone in a fire. Then there was Lilly's death. she died hanging her self from the shower rod with blood practically filling the bathtub.
it was my turn to sing but I couldn't. this song was written to be a reminder to me. did my dad write the song? no he had no talent. Bret couldn't have. he didn't know.
The music stopped and everyone looked at me. "You where supposed to sing at that." Bret said.
"Who wrote that song?" I asked no answer. they just looked at me like I was crazy. "who?!" I asked louder now
" a friend of mine. she has a band that's on our upcoming tour." Bret answered.
" I will record this song after thr tour. after I meet her." I said. it was hard enough that they didn't disagree. only four more days till I find out who knew my life better than me.

Notes

k so I hope you enjoyed that. had to rewrite it seven times and yeah. I also would like to say that I cant spell very well and um yeah oh I remember what else I wrote that song clip more by me to come. don't look it up on YouTube..... not there. review and tell me what you think. I even take hate and criticism.
P.S. The microphone is important.