LOGINA lyric that is nothing but an offal doesn't deserve to be said, all the more sung and a prosaic sound shouldn't be considered melody but a gibberish noise. Growing up, Staella Finley Lacson was taught to create the finest music because music without perfection isn't music at all. Despite being a very talented and fine young woman, her heart felt hollow and music no longer sounded like music. For her, it is nothing but a silent noise. Until she met him. The person whose music strikes through her soul. The person who isn't perfect and yet, could make her feel thousands of emotions through his voice. His voice isn't perfect. No, it didn't even reach her standards but there's something in the way he conveys music that makes her want to run to him and cry. To stay with him for a pause in life. Will her music finally sound like music? Or will her heart just feel more hollow as destiny plays with her?
View More“Did you hurt your head?”, Hans whisper-shouted incredulously while looking at Evan with furrowed brows.He then looked at me with his bulging eyes while both of his hands are in front, like asking me for something.When I shrugged slowly, unsure of what really to say, he moved a step closer to me.I stepped backward because Hans moved two more steps forward.“Hans!” Evan’s voice roared the hallway when Hans was already too close to me, his nose only a few inches from mine.His loud and thundering voice made me flinch and made me immobilize for a bit. Hans smirked while looking at me, poking my nose with his index finger before moving away, but still close enough to invade my personal space.A large hand held Hans by the shoulder. It must be quite forceful, seeing how veins popped up while he tried to move Hans away from me.But instead of moving away from me, he mo
A staff knocked and told us that the shoot for their pre-recording on stage will be at two pm so they still have about an hour to rest.I left them first so they could rest well without my presence.I went to my favorite place in the Musicurom Building. I’ll stay here for a while they’re resting. I closed the studio's room before sitting down. The seats are empty; the entire place is empty. The studio looks different whenever a show is held here.Using the remote control, I turned on the speaker and let his beautiful voice fill in the entire studio, serenading me. Until now, I'm still addicted to his voice. That unique voice of his.The voice that could sooth me whenever I'm feeling chaotic inside. The only voice that I can believe that I can still save myself from drowning in this hell.At first, I tried not to like his voice. I tried not to get addicted because I don't like him.
It's been days since the party happened but it is still the buzz inside the school. Most of them praised how wonderful the event was but there are some who criticized it for the loss of class.Me? I feel neither.Yes, the party was loud and nice but I got baptized in that school in a very weird way and I don’t want to relive it.While eating at the cafeteria, Kara’s group went to us. I immediately glared at Abby but she just shrugged and said that she didn’t do anything. She was so sure of it that she just told me that I’m overreacting and a feeler.Then why would Kara be here?She stopped in front of our table and glared at Abby. The latter only looked at her with confusion, but Abby's face suddenly turned a bit shock as if realization dawned on her."Hey Motley girl, what’s that about you flirting the band?” She asked directly, without minding the people inside the cafeteria
With every sound that resonates from the piano and guitar, the slow drum beat can also be heard. The loud pop rock intro music suddenly changed to something slower and more solemn.He’s just looking down while holding the mike stand. His whole face can’t be clearly seen because of his long hair and also because of how he holds the microphone.His head slowly rose up, looking at the crowd with his soulful chinky eyes. I know that there are too many people inside the gym that we probably look like coconuts in his view. But I think I'm going to think twice about that now.He’s looking at me directly. Is it really me? Or just the crowd near me? I'm too far from him.Come up to meet you,Tell you I'm sorryYou don't know how lovely you are~~I could almost hear how the