TONIGHT I'VE FALLEN !!

[Sterling Lloyd Blue]

L E T T H E R A I N W A S H A W A Y
A L L T H E P A I N O F Y E S T E R D A Y
T E L L T H E W O R L D T H A T I M C O M I N G H O M E

What was a theater without a grand piano? Even if it was located off stage somewhere, there just had to be one. Thankfully, Sterling was able to locate one within the theater and rolled it out onto the stage. He observed the instrument, trailing fingers over its protective cover. The young man slipped down onto his knees, fumbling and reaching under the piano to unclasp the straps that held the cover into place. Once on his feet again, he tore the fabric right off and tossed it aimlessly to the side. The cover wasn't what he wanted. The piano itself was what mattered. Sterling hadn't been able to get his hands on one since he was fifteen. That was back when he dropped out of school. He had always been the singer of the family. His lessons were in singing, not in piano. But he couldn't help but learn some songs when his little brother was always learning this instrument.

Sterling was avoiding homework and was done spending countless boring hours in his room. That was how he stumbled upon the theater. He had been singing to himself through the halls when his fingers had started to itch for the feeling of piano keys. He pulled a small bench over to the instrument and took his seat, lifting the small cover that protected the keys from harm. The boy took in a deep breath, running his rather sweaty palms off on his jeans. He shouldn't be nervous. There wasn't anyone around. But it had been too long.

The main purpose of finding the piano, aside from boredom, was to get rid of the thoughts in his mind. But the songs he had in mind didn't get Jared out of his head. Once that boy was occupying Sterling's thoughts, he never liked to leave. Thinking about him hurt. There hadn't been anything to trigger the memories this time. Just Sterling laying in bed, staring at the ceiling and- BAM!- there was Jared all throughout his head. It had been nearly seven years. You would think Sterling would have gotten over the death by now. Damien had. Damien never had a problem with talking about Jared. But Sterling shriveled up inside and wanted to scream when the older boy got on his mind.

Sterling pressed a few keys, letting out a high pitched tune, the moved to the lower sounds. He swallowed hard and adjusted his hands on the instrument so that his fingers would be directly over the keys he would need. Sterling knew his piano skills would be rusty. But he shut his eyes, taking in a deep breath. The second he exhaled, he allowed his fingers to play to the tune in his head. He only played the first short part of it over and over and over, until he felt ready to go on. But, when he started over again from the beginning, he added his voice to the song. Sterling's voice was something that wasn't rusty. He used it more than often.

'I remember the times we spent together
All those drives, we had a million questions
All about our lives
And when we got to New York everything felt right
I wish you were here with me,
Tonight

I remember the days we spent together,
Were not enough, and it used to feel like dreaming
Except we always woke up,
Never thought not having you here now
Would hurt so much'

The boy's seemed to almost crack on the last word. Sterling's hands had paused, shaking in the keys as he stared down at his fingers with wide eyes. He slowly lifted his right hand and touched his middle and index finger to his lips. But he smiled lightly and took in a deep and calming breath, mentally telling himself that this was all okay. He forced himself to continue. So both hands dropped over the keys again to pick up where he left off.

'Tonight I've fallen and I can't get up
I need your loving hands to come and pick me up
And every night I miss you
I can just look up
And know the stars are
Holding you, holding you, holding you
Tonight

I remember the time you told me
About when you were eight
And all those things you said that night
That just couldn't wait
I remember the car you were last seen in
And the games we would play
All the times we spilled our coffees
And stayed out way too late'

The voice was loud, filling the whole theater. Sterling wasn't holding back. His expression was serious and his eyes showed his obvious concentration on what he was doing. The singing came naturally, like it could be the natural way he spoke every day. The piano tune was what he was putting the effort into. But his mind kept drifting. He would fumble and hit the wrong key now and then as he thought about what happened when people died. Was it possible to get them back? Could the people up there see what was going on down here? Sterling hoped that, if Jared could see, he wouldn't be disappointed in this monster his brother had become. Sterling hadn't even noticed his own tears that trailed down his cheeks, going so far as his neck before they disappeared under the collar of his shirt. He continued on with the tune, his voice quavering but not even stopping when he got a key wrong. He just kept on his way.

'I remember the time you sat and told me
About your Jesus, and how not to look back
Even if no one believes us
When it hurts so bad, sometimes
Not having you here

I sing
Tonight I've fallen and I can't get up
I need your loving hands to come and pick me up
And every night I miss you
I can just look up
And know the stars are
Holding you, holding you, holding you
Tonight'

notes ?! Here is the Piano Cover and the Song With Lyrics.
words ?! 1000
tagg ?! It's quite open.
credit ?! REAL SLIM SHADY !? @ Caution 2.0
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[Ami Hawthorne]

and i'd like to make myself believe,
THAT THE PLANET EARTH TURNS SLOWLY; IT'S HARD TO SAY.

Ami had found the solution to her boredom. It wasn’t baking, it wasn’t reading or writing or boys, it was getting back into dancing. She had been slacking off too much and while she was by no means out of practice, she had to be getting off her game. Kneeling on the floor of her dorm, Ami dug out her favorite practice ballet shoes and put them in a bag along with a towel, some good CDs and her water bottle. She knew she didn’t necessarily need the shoes, as she could do a lot of the same moves in the heels she was wearing, but it made her more comfortable to have them there, and also allowed her to change up her routine if she so desired.

She walked quietly to the theatre, pausing halfway through the door as she heard the piano. Walking slowly and almost perfectly silent down the side aisle she observed the boy playing and singing. As she paused again, she noticed something glistening….it couldn’t be that he was crying… could it?

There were two things that the theatre was good for, revealing emotions and projecting sound. The latter could wind up backfiring against her, so she had to be careful as she set her bag down on the side of the stage and slowly walked across the wood, making sure that her heels made as little sound as possible.

When she got closer she saw the light reflect off another orb as it slid down his face, causing her heart to break. A hand settled on her chest, just below her throat, as she held herself back from rushing over and pulling the poor sad boy into her arms. It was the motherly instinct coming back full force.

She knew that it would probably come back to bite her, especially in a place like this, but he looked and sounded so heartbroken… she couldn’t help but want to help him. She just hoped that he wouldn’t hit her or something for it.

As the song finished, Ami perched beside him on piano bench, she gathered the boy into a hug. She still had no idea who he was, or even for that matter why he was here, but she wasn’t thinking about all this, she just wanted to steal away the pain.

She had no idea what to say really, so she just stayed fairly quiet for the first minute or so, then offered what she hoped was a reassuring smile. “You have a very nice voice, and your playing is very nice too…. I hope you don’t think I’m too odd for um… appearing like this…. I just came in here to dance and I heard you and then I saw you crying and I just wanted to make you feel better, because I hate it when people are sad” She knew she was starting to ramble, but she figured it would offer some explanation into why she suddenly was invading his personal bubble, as well as a quiet hint for him not to hurt her, if he was even capable of hurting her intentionally. Maybe it was a misunderstanding that he was here? Just like it was one that she was here. So who knows, maybe he was actually nice.

rather stay awake when i'm asleep,
BECAUSE MY DREAMS, THEY'RE ALL BURSTING AT THE SEAMS.
tag; Carcar words; 548wearing; top, pants, shoes
credits; template by delilahh @ CAUTION!, lyrics to
"fireflies" by owl city
notes; I is proud. first post up in a while. ^_^ hope it's okay.

[Sterling Lloyd Blue]

L E T T H E R A I N W A S H A W A Y
A L L T H E P A I N O F Y E S T E R D A Y
T E L L T H E W O R L D T H A T I M C O M I N G H O M E

The last thing Sterling needed right now was company. Or was it the first thing? He was feeling alone after all. That was the whole point of this song, wasn't it? His brother was gone and he needed him. But there would never be a chance to get him back because he was dead. Completely dead by his own hands. Suicide wasn't fixable. But it was preventable. Unless, of course, the person who killed themselves was one of the happiest people you knew. Sterling had know idea his brother had been having those terrible thoughts. He would have stopped him if he had known but Jared hadn't made it obvious. He was always happy. Not just on the outside, but inside too. This world just hadn't been good enough for him.

The boy felt a shifting of the bench, realizing that someone was there with him. He lifted his head quickly but, before he could even look at the other, there was a hold around him. Sterling inhaled sharply, every muscle in his body going tense as he just barely looked to the other through the corner of his eyes, showing a faked and forced annoyance. With this girl holding him, he wasn't even able to lift his arm to wipe away those pathetic tears he had already shed enough of over this suicidal brother matter.

Sterling pursed his lips, not even sure how to answer this girl. She had just got here and she was already talking so much. He lowered his gaze, shifting awkwardly in her arms. What was he supposed to say? With a deep sigh, his eyes fell shut and he dropped his head so that his forehead rested on the girl's shoulder. He didn't pass up the chance to use the shoulder of her shirt to nuzzle his tears away. "Crying is a healthy thing to do now and then," Sterling started, cracking open his eyes just a sliver and staring down into the girl's lap. "And for a guy who never cries, I'm pretty sure something like this is a good occurrence. Don't worry about it."

notes ?! Sorry that it's a tad bit short... D8
words ?! 356
tagg ?! Ami~
credit ?! REAL SLIM SHADY !? @ Caution 2.0
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[Ami Hawthorne]

and i'd like to make myself believe,
THAT THE PLANET EARTH TURNS SLOWLY; IT'S HARD TO SAY.

When the figure in her arms tensed, she reflexively did as well, closing her eyes in preparation for the blow that never came. It was when she heard the sigh that she relaxed, in time for her to feel the weight on her shoulder, almost thankful that the teen had given into her decision to comfort him, at least somewhat.

Ami couldn’t help but smile faintly at his wisdom “The people who taught you that were wise indeed.” She ran her fingers through the male’s hair, marveling at its softness as the motherly instinct was starting to take over and was causing her to want to just nurture the hurt away. “But do not forget that while it is good to cry every now and then, you also need to have someone who will just hold you while you do so, a compassionate soul to let you know that you are not alone.” While she would love that person to be her, so she could feel like she was making a difference in at least one person’s life while she was here, she wouldn’t make him lean on her if he had someone better equipped to handle whatever inner demon was troubling him.

“I’ll always be there for you if you need someone to talk to, even though you probably think I’m the craziest girl on the planet.” She kept feathering her fingers through his hair as she spoke, gentle and comforting, watching him with compassionate eyes. Her heart really went out to him, and she knew that she wasn’t quite the sharpest tool in the shed when it came to reading people, but so far he hadn’t attacked her, so she doubted that he would, at least right now. So aside from helping him, her biggest hope was that she would not start World War Three between herself and someone that should be more suited to helping this boy through his troubles.

“My name is Ami by the way….. and I swear I’m not crazy” She added that last part to try and get a smile out of him, as she would bet that he was very adorable when he actually smiled because he was happy and not because he thought it would be the right thing to do. Some boys didn’t like to actually smile, and so everything they tried to pretend was happiness just made them look like they were constipated and not actually pleased about anything.
rather stay awake when i'm asleep,
BECAUSE MY DREAMS, THEY'RE ALL BURSTING AT THE SEAMS.
tag; Carlyyyyyywords; 410wearing; top, pants, shoes
credits; template by delilahh @ CAUTION!, lyrics to
"fireflies" by owl city
notes;I’ll have you know, that last sentence made me laugh, I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did