Grow a Pair (Reece)
Feb 19, 2014 21:53:31 GMT -5
Post by Olivia Baker on Feb 19, 2014 21:53:31 GMT -5
Liv just shook her head not knowing what to say. Why she kept him around despite his goal in life being to embarrass her was beyond her... because she still did... and she somehow felt weird when he wasn't around.
"Ok." She said as she closed her door eyeing him as he messed up her perfectly made bed and grabbed her Ukelele off the wall. "Hmmm." She strummed it thinking about what to play him.
"You really don't deserve a show." She chuckled nervously, "And I'm not promising it'll be pretty... my songs are usually pretty dumb." She rambled taking a breath. "ok."
She strummed a few more times before opening her mouth to sing... a pretty song coming out.
"Ok." She said as she closed her door eyeing him as he messed up her perfectly made bed and grabbed her Ukelele off the wall. "Hmmm." She strummed it thinking about what to play him.
"You really don't deserve a show." She chuckled nervously, "And I'm not promising it'll be pretty... my songs are usually pretty dumb." She rambled taking a breath. "ok."
She strummed a few more times before opening her mouth to sing... a pretty song coming out.
A long time ago, in a story so old
There was a beauty and and a beast, or so I’ve been told
They were these two strangers, two lonely souls
But it’s not what you think, no, here’s how it goes:
Lets start with the Beast, he was ugly and scary
Pathetic and poor, and horribly hairy
The outside was rough, but once he smiled
You could see that he had a heart of gold inside
The Beast loved a Beauty, this pretty little thing
She was the fairest of them all, and she could dance and sing
But unlike the beast whose love shined the best
She loved herself, never cared for the rest
La Belle et la bête (the beauty and the beast)
Quelle tragédie (what a tragedy)
Elle est comme le jour (she is like the day)
Il est comme la nuit (he is like the night)
Il est amoureux (he is in love)
Elle ne se soucie pas (she doesn't care)
Vont-ils mourir tout seule? (Will they die alone?)
On verra (We'll see)
One day the beast found the Beauty ”Perfection”
Sitting by the lake (making love to her reflection)
The Beast then decided that it was the time
To tell the pretty Beauty of his feelings inside
He stepped out from the shades with a flower in hand
Said bravely: ”My lady, the fairest in this land,
I might not be a prince, but my heart beats for you!”
Oh the Beauty just laughed, so cold, so cruel
”You smelly old fat hairy pig”, she said
”You thought I could love you? I’d rather be dead!”
Still laughing she turned and danced to her home
Leaving the Beast, heart-broken, alone
La Belle et la Bête…
While the Beauty lives all by herself still today
The Beast learned his lesson and changed his ways
He found that true beauty cannot be seen
And that things are most likely not what they seem
She hummed several more beats before ending the song, flopping onto her bed out of breath. "Happy?" She asked looking up at him. "Now go ahead and make fun of me."
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((song can be heard here : also not my song))
She hummed several more beats before ending the song, flopping onto her bed out of breath. "Happy?" She asked looking up at him. "Now go ahead and make fun of me."
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((song can be heard here : also not my song))