(Original)
Ab heute wird die Uhr durch'n Countdown ersetzt/ Die sonne scheint auch in der nacht/ 'tschuldigung - ich hab mal eben nachgedacht/ Doch dafür ist jetzt wirklich/ Keine zeit/ Keine zeit/ Keine zeit/ Keine zeit/ Leb' die Sekunde/ Hier und jetzt/ Halt sie fest
(English)
Time's been replaced by a countdown/ The sun is shining in the night/ So here are words just think twice/ Wake me up/ Cause time is running out/ Running out/ Running out/ Running out/ Live every second/ Here and now/ Don't let go- Tokio Hotel- Leb die Sekunde
Ch 13
July 2, 2010
Refusing Adileigh to touch my guitar, I ran upstairs to grab my beloved instrument. My journal lay open upon my unmade bed, while the sheets were tangled in a mess. Flipping through the dog-eared pages, I scanned my lyrics. A piece of me could be found buried beneath the surface of words in ever composition.
What if they didn't like my writing? What if I played in a wrong position? Endless possibilities of failure swarmed my head. Nerves dropped to the pit of my stomach just as the meal recently consumed, churned uneasily.
Catching a wisp of air from my open window, my eyes shut for a moment. With the calming breeze, fresh with fragrances of summer and warm with the concealing sun, worrisome thought drifted away.
Comfort engulfed me with my guitar in hand. Instead of fear running through my head, lyrics of a billion different songs I had written decided to jumble themselves together. Woven melodies.
As I reached the bottom stair, I adjusted the pale yellow shirt I wore, while I held a firm grip on the wooden neck. The nylon strings pressed into my calloused fingers in a reassuring gesture. My steps were light against the wooden floor as I strode into the living room.
Alive with chatter, voices intermingled, waiting my arrival. Though, I wasn't noticed as I chose to cross my legs to settle upon the carpeted floor. Sinking into the soft surface, I used the side of the leather couch as a backrest. My knees came up into a "V", while the delicately hand-carved instrument laid between my abdomen and my bent knees.
Rainbow in color, my favorite pick I held in my right hand. The familiar engraving of an eighth note pressed into my fingers as I began to strum lightly. Watching my left hand directing the chords, I played a few melodies before glancing to the left to see all the faces concentrating on me. By that time, conversation had long dropped.
A smile touched mum's lips. Adileigh's eyes lit with excitement. All the boys waited patiently for the music originate.
Plucking a few notes, the chorus echoed in my head. "This is Thunderstorm," I announced as the first measures passed through the air. I found the opening to the first verse.
"Sometimes I forget why I am breathing
I question why my heart's beating
I wanta let it all go
And let it wash away with this thunderstorm,"
Easily, my fingers kept with the acoustic tune. Flowing in a distant sorrow, in my head, I heard the splashing of rain against a windowpane.
"Maybe someday fate will play a game
Leading us back to the flame
Igniting in the rain
Together we remain
Embracing the storm
Guiding us through without chains,"
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