Post by Mackenzie Holden on Jul 3, 2005 7:57:36 GMT
There was a knock on the door to the stall, "Mack? You're on in 2 minutes." The voice of the club manager said to her softly. Mack pulled her head out of the toilet- she breathed in and stood up. Her red hair fell over her shoulders as she straightened her jean skirt and black leggings. She had been working towards this for a very long time- and tonight was the night she let others see her perform. Mack opened the stall door and peered out, no one was there, she felt so alone. She sighed and walked over to the sink- washing out her mouth and looking at herself in the mirror. "You're going to do fine..." She said to herself- though she knew how little good it would do to her self-esteem. Mack grabbed her guitar that was leaning against the wall and headed down towards the stage.
It wasn't a big gig, just a little platform with a microphone in a small coffee and tea shop. Mack sat down on the stool and looked at the small gathering. No one she knew. She sighed and said into the microphone, "Okay- um; this is a song I wrote..it's called 'Your Eyes'. Okay...here goes." Mack started to play, her fingers playing the acoustic guitar strings perfectly. And like sun on a rainy day her voice sang clear,
"If I was drowning in the sea
Would you dive right in and save me?
If I was falling like a star
Would you be right there to catch me?
if I was dreaming of your kiss
Would you look right through me?"
Mack looked up to as she heard the door open, her eyes locked with someone she knew and she looked back down at her guitar as she continued to play. The person who walked in had only distracted her and Mack wasn't sure if she could find her place. Mack didn't stumble though and the lyrics poured from her lips as if they had never done anything more;
"On the street I’m waiting
In my heart it’s raining
Your eyes are holding up the sky
Your eyes make me weak, I don’t know why
Your eyes make me scared to tell the truth
I thought my heart was bullet-proof
Now I’m dancing on the roof
And everybody knows I’m into you."
Her confidence rose and she smiled as she sang which was a rareity. Mack loved her music- she loved the feeling her music gave her when she wrote it, played it, sang it, she loved it. It made her someone entirely different from Mack Holden. It made her someone real, not just a name or a face. Someone who made a difference in the world. Someone others looked to for help for life and for love. She was someone worth being when she was one with her music;
"If my heart was sadder than a song
would you still listen?
If my tears fell on you, one by one
Would you see them glisten?
On the street I’m waiting
In my heart it’s raining
Your eyes are holding up the sky
Your eyes make me weak I don’t know why
Your eyes make me scared to tell the truth
I thought my heart was bullet-proof
Now I’m just dancing on the roof."
One more verse. One more verse;
"Every single thing you say makes me want to run away
Sometimes love’s a rainy day but life goes on
your eyes are holding up the sky
Your eyes make me weak, I don’t know why
Your eyes make me scared to tell the truth
I thought my heart was bullet-proof
But I’m dancing on the roof
And everybody knows I’m into you." And she was done. Mack smiled and stood up, did a quick bow and walked off the stage towards the bar. She sat down, setting her guitar next to her- and ordered a water. Her throat was completely dry. She was about to take a drink when someone approached her.
It wasn't a big gig, just a little platform with a microphone in a small coffee and tea shop. Mack sat down on the stool and looked at the small gathering. No one she knew. She sighed and said into the microphone, "Okay- um; this is a song I wrote..it's called 'Your Eyes'. Okay...here goes." Mack started to play, her fingers playing the acoustic guitar strings perfectly. And like sun on a rainy day her voice sang clear,
"If I was drowning in the sea
Would you dive right in and save me?
If I was falling like a star
Would you be right there to catch me?
if I was dreaming of your kiss
Would you look right through me?"
Mack looked up to as she heard the door open, her eyes locked with someone she knew and she looked back down at her guitar as she continued to play. The person who walked in had only distracted her and Mack wasn't sure if she could find her place. Mack didn't stumble though and the lyrics poured from her lips as if they had never done anything more;
"On the street I’m waiting
In my heart it’s raining
Your eyes are holding up the sky
Your eyes make me weak, I don’t know why
Your eyes make me scared to tell the truth
I thought my heart was bullet-proof
Now I’m dancing on the roof
And everybody knows I’m into you."
Her confidence rose and she smiled as she sang which was a rareity. Mack loved her music- she loved the feeling her music gave her when she wrote it, played it, sang it, she loved it. It made her someone entirely different from Mack Holden. It made her someone real, not just a name or a face. Someone who made a difference in the world. Someone others looked to for help for life and for love. She was someone worth being when she was one with her music;
"If my heart was sadder than a song
would you still listen?
If my tears fell on you, one by one
Would you see them glisten?
On the street I’m waiting
In my heart it’s raining
Your eyes are holding up the sky
Your eyes make me weak I don’t know why
Your eyes make me scared to tell the truth
I thought my heart was bullet-proof
Now I’m just dancing on the roof."
One more verse. One more verse;
"Every single thing you say makes me want to run away
Sometimes love’s a rainy day but life goes on
your eyes are holding up the sky
Your eyes make me weak, I don’t know why
Your eyes make me scared to tell the truth
I thought my heart was bullet-proof
But I’m dancing on the roof
And everybody knows I’m into you." And she was done. Mack smiled and stood up, did a quick bow and walked off the stage towards the bar. She sat down, setting her guitar next to her- and ordered a water. Her throat was completely dry. She was about to take a drink when someone approached her.