-act i-
she enters the stage, leans on the piano.
- i've been trying to imagine how this is gonna turn out but it's not going to be as imagined at all probably. so let's start.
she sits. her hands above the keys like she's confused where she's going to start but also trying to convince herself because there's nothing else left. starts playing the piano, slow and hesitant at first but getting agressive as she plays.
- when is it gonna be my turn
twenty eight years, all of mine
my name is not to learn
my memory, faded of minds
im sick and im tired, everynight, checking all my idols'
dates and concises, none of them give solace
looking at the walls, look out the window
life doesnt wait, why the fuck do i conform?
how can i begin, how can i go on
when this rapacious need want to be performed?
every line i couldnt dare, already been told
am i a fake or a vain, maybe nothing original?
do i have it in my bones or will i be condoned?
how can i believe when all im said is "wrong!"
starts panting, slowly playing
all im said is wrong...
she seems like thinking while touching the keys and longing the words. like she's remembering with pain and fear mostly
all im said is
wrong. wrong. wrong ...
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