It is rather comfort and soothing; dimmed blue lights coloring the cafe. Giving a cool chilling atmosphere yet a warm welcoming ambiance. An average looking cafe located at the corner of the street attracting pretty much customers specially on weekends. People regardless of age fill the "Blue Lagoon"; young mates on the table for two; old lovely couples enjoying the environs. Light on the waxed candle dancing upon the each table for romantic indulgence.
Was it the location that drawn peoples in it? Or was it the uniqueness of taste and aroma in the espresso, cappuccino or latte served? Or was it the homemade special recipe cheese cake that they find it irresistible? Perhaps it might be the live band that humming their love songs.
He walks up to the stage. No, he ain’t any rock star or artist. Just another guy living next door who love singing. For leisure he would say.
The stage wasn’t big; just enough for a group of band to jam. It is the second half of the night performance. He places a stool behind the standing microphone. Correcting his seat, he flips through the chords from his notes.
He then gives a brief speech, follow closely by soft welcome applause from the audience. Clearing this throat; stringing a few keys and notes from his guitar; he begin with a staggering voice…
You…
Do you remember me?,
Like, I remember you?
Do you spend your life, going back in your mind to that time?,
Being more of himself, he continue…
Cause I, I walk the streets alone,
I hate being on my own, and everyone can see that,
I really fell, and I’m going through hell.
Thinking about you with somebody else.
Somebody wants you,
Somebody needs you.
Somebody dreams about you every single night.
Somebody can’t breathe, without you it’s lonely.
Somebody hopes that one day you will see, that somebody’s me.
That somebody’s me.
You will always be in my life, even if i’m not in your life.
Cause you’re in my memory…
You, when you remember me?…
And before you set me free, oh listen please…
Somebody wants you,
Somebody needs you.
Somebody dreams about you every single night.
Somebody can’t breathe, without you it’s lonely.
Somebody hopes that someday you will see, that somebody’s me.
That somebody’s me.
Somebody’s me…
That somebody’s me…
That somebody’s me…
Oh yeah…
It ended with ovation from the floor. Her eyes filled with tears when she claps. She knows he meant her. She smiles as their eyes locked. It wasn’t any part of the lyrics that he hopes she would appreciate or at least notice. Chorus, was the voice inside of him.
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Just another random piece writing ^^
Signing off,
Dann
