As I hit the first note, it all flows through me. I sit there playing.
I wrote a piano version for this song when I was 13. Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day.
The way I arranged it, it barely even sounds like the Green Day song unless you have someone singing. So I guess I'll be singing today. For the record, I am far from a great singer. The noise of the people eating, drinking and talking dies down within the first 5 notes I played.
Of course.
The whole place can hear me.
And I'm going to have to sing.
'Here goes nothing.' I think to myself.
I walk a lonely road, the only one that I have ever known.
I hear a second voice.
The only road that I have ever known
I turn my head. Ava. She followed me back stage. She's the best. I could never finish singing the song alone.
Dont known where it goes,
But it's only me and I walk alone.
Ah,
Ah,
Ah,
Aah.
I hear rustling beside me. The curtains open. We keep going.
She is standing beside the piano. Harrison throws her a mic.
My shaddows the only one who walks beside me
My shallow hearts the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone up there will find me
Till then I walk alone.
We hit every note with the perfect amount of dissonance. Making you want more. It was amazing.
We keep going. Can't stop now, right? We exchange smiles.
I let her solo for the last part.
The whole place bursts into a round of applause.
The curtains close.
(A/N): sorry this one is so short. It seemed like a good breaking point.
For the record, I did actually arrange an epic piano version of that song, and it is unrecognizable until someone sings.
Let me know if you have any suggestions. 😁
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FanfictionStory is told mainly from your point of view. The story starts in 2009. You're a 20 year old girl, who got accepted to Oxford for the Law program. You live with your friend Ava in an apartment in Oxford. You're aunt who is also your super close fri...
