Broadway, Here I Come! from Two Player Game, sung by George Salazar.
If you don't like suicide you shouldn't read this. For a moment I considered making DP kill himself, but how would that make sense in an USM story? So, yeah, suicide.
Don't like? Don't read. I have a short crappy USM story you can check out.
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I stood above the story, watching the cars and pedestrians go by.
I'm high above the city
Everything seems to slow down. Everything seems so....
I'm standing on the ledge
Peaceful. Beautiful, too, no doubt. Had New York always been so pretty?
The view from here is pretty
I take a step closer.
And I step off the edge
And fall down.
Nobody sees. No one seems to care as I step off. And now...
And now I'm fallin', baby
I'm falling. I notice lights, people.
Through the sky, through the sky
I see a couple kiss on a bench.
And I'm fallin', baby through the sky
Everything calms. The voices call steadily, farther than they had ever been.
It's my callin', baby
I hear a voice. A friend. A teammate. Why are you crying?
Don't you cry, don't you cry
Have I done something wrong? I'm just...
And I'm fallin' down through the sky
Falling. Down, I go. Down. Down. Down to a place I know well. A place I'm from.
Toward the street that I'm from
I see my street. The street I was raised on.
Oh, Broadway, here I come
I hear another voice? It sounds painfully familiar. MJ? Uncle Ben? ...Gwen?
Broadway, here I come
The voices, only quiet a moment ago, grow. Why are you yelling?
The pressure it increases
I'm only getting closer to home.
The closer that I get
I like to pretend.
I could almost go to pieces
Pretend I'm not leaving anything.
But I'm not quite there yet
Storms circle my vision. Waves lap the shore. And, it all calms. What is that call?
See, I've been bravin' crazy weather
It's my cries. Drowning in tears of... what?
Drownin' out my cries
I pick up the pieces of glass, forming a ball I knew.
I pull myself together
My mind. My prize.
The ground. I'm coming, love.
I'm focused on the prize
Falling again. But I never stopped, did I? It felt like it.
I'm fallin', baby
Hi, Mom. It's been a while. I miss you. I don't remember you much.
Through the sky, through the sky
I know I'll see you- meet you- again.
I'm fallin', baby through the sky
Soon. I remember your smile, Mom.
It's my callin', baby
Don't cry. Mom? Why are you going?
Don't you cry, don't you cry
Don't worry, Mom. I'll come with you.
'Cause I'm fallin' down through the sky
And it's a tune you can hum
Music is beautiful.
Oh, Broadway here I come
Inspiring, even.
Mmmmmmmm
I feel whole. Same.
Will I remain the same
Will I change?
Or will I change a little bit?
Do I feel complete now?
Will I feel broken or totally complete?
I can't remember. What's my name?
Will I retain my name when I'm the biggest, hugest hit?
I'm scared. That doesn't make sense.
Or will I blend in with the rest of the street
Heroes don't get scared.
I'm used to people calling my name. Pointing.
The people all are pointing
This is different.
I bet they'd never guess
Someone once told me I was perfect. Is anyone perfect, though?
That the saint that they're anointing
It's a nice thought. But, I guess they'll never know I was the most fearful of them all.
Is frightened of the mess
But fear is just another bad feeling, right? One keeping me from going home?
But even though I fear it
I look around once again.
I'm playin' all my cards...
I let out a low cry- fear or hope, I'll never know.
Baby, you are gonna hear it
I hope I'm not wrong.
When I give them my regards
I can't be wrong.
This is my calling.
I'm fallin' baby
Hi, Dad. It's been too long. I miss you. I don't remember a lot about you.
Through the sky, through the sky
I hope- know- I'll see you soon.
Now I'm fallin', baby through the sky
In a moment. I remember your eyes. Big, happy brown eyes.
It's my callin', baby
Please stop crying. Dad? Where'd you go?
Don't you cry, don't you cry
Don't fret, Dad. I'm almost there.
And I'm fallin' down through the sky
I'll see you soon, Dad. Mom. Uncle Ben. Gwen.
And I refuse to go numb
"Peter?"
Oh, Broadway here I come
I hear my name.
Broadway, here I come
Who is saying it?
Broadway, here I come
Mom?
Oh, Broadway, Broadway, here I come
Dad?
Here I come!
Uncle Ben?
And the last thing I hear
The ground is closer now.
As the impact grows near
I hear something. A scream? A cheer?
Is it a scream or a cheer?
I guess I'll never know. Not that it matters, anyways. I'll never find out.
Well, never mind, I'll never find out
'Cause, home, I am here.
'Cause Broadway I am here