Trial song 2015-16

'Cause baby I could build a castle
Out of all the bricks they threw at me

I can't do anything right. I can't do anything, right? I can't do anything! Right.

And every day is like a battle
But every night with us is like a dream

*texting*
Ugh, still stuck working.

Wanna go out?

...

Meet you in 5?

Baby we're the new romantics
Come on, come along with me
Heartbreak is our national anthem
We sing it proudly

Four years, two. Six months. Not all that long, right? Why wear your heart on your sleeve? No one wants to listen to your dumb stories. Even if they are true.

We are too busy dancing
To get knocked off our feet

Boyfriends are a waste of time. Focus on your career, you've got things to do, places to be. Honestly, you're lucky you've never been in a relationship. You haven't been distracted. None of these guys are worth it. (right?)

Baby, we're the new romantics
The best people in life are free

Shout-out to my bitches. I love you guys. So so much. And you're definitely at your best when you're free :P

Ubers Ende Der Welt/Ready Set Go

I listened to Ubers Ende Der Welt(Zimmer 483 version, not single) over and over and over and over and... well, anyway, this is what I came up with, just writing what came into my mind at the time. Read at your own risk(preferably listening to Ready Set Go):

The world was collapsing but she wasn't sad to see it go. They were running, making it into some sort of absurd race that no one was going to win. But they were free.

It was a wild, exhilarating feeling, this feeling of letting go.

There was a moment, of course, when she felt like she was going to fall instead of fly, but he was right there beside her.

“Do you trust me?” His lips quirked into a smile.

“No,” she said, laughing.

But they both knew better.

They looked back. She wondered...

Then he wheeled her around, to face him and the future.

“Do you still trust me?” He asked, no smile on his face now. His face was so serious it could have been set in stone.

“I've nothing to lose.” That was true enough.

“But do you-”

“Yes.”

She knew about the abyss he was trying to save her from. But she wasn't going to fall. If she did, she'd fly sooner or later. She trusted him more than he trusted himself.

He smiled, no longer conflicted.

“Then, let's go,” he invited.

Infinity beckoned.

Life beckoned.

**

As an endnote, I'm aware that it's complete crap. Thank you for reading.

BdK

Reviews, Games and Songfic

Hey-lo!

No, this isn't me trying to be funny and put an old/new spin on the normal greeting... Thing is, there's a Tokio Hotel song called 'Hurricanes and Suns' the chorus of which basically goes 'Come pain, come hurt, see the halo, hey-hey-hey-lo, hey-hey-hey!' Yeah, I know. But I love it! Seriously, I go about singing 'hey-hey-hey-lo' at the top of my voice these days. So, this post wasn't supposed to turn into Tokio Hotel song appreciation, but it did, probably owing to me listening to that song as I type. :)

Till the sun won't shine

Till the end of time

see the halo, halo, halo!

Ahem.

Back to the title, I was surprised and shocked and amazed and a million other good things when I checked on my fanfic--the same one I was complaining about earlier. There were eight reviews!! And over a 100 reads! I could die of happiness, I really could. But, more importantly, it made me feel like wanting to write again... which I did, upto about 12, which is late for me, the early bird. I guess writing always starts out on it's own fuel, like 'this is a good idea, I'd really like to put it on paper' but then the pace slackens and you don't feel like writing more. You actually feel like your writing's crap. But reviews are just the thing to remind you that maybe you're not so bad after all :)

I wrote quite a bit compared to what I've been churning out before, which was around half-a-page of writing every time I opened the document, managing to up it to almost three pages--then I got distracted again. There was this awesome game on Newgrounds that I started playing, you see, and... The words RPG just seem to draw me in. It's actually my favourite genre of game, role-playing. Usually it involves being the hero and swinging a sword around or something like it, but this was different. Rather like the Sims, you had to build up a life for your character. Okay, so not exactly like. I mean, all you can do in the Sims is around the house(at least, as far as I got) but this game is about attending school to be smarter, smarter means more promotions-or, if you're a hitman or something, you need to work out to increase strength. So it was a little like strategy-cum-roleplay, and it got me hooked for like six hours. That was about the game.

Now, songfic! Basically, I had an idea for a story--unfortunately fanfiction--from a Tokio Hotel song. Not telling either the idea or the song, but, um... hint, hint to all the aliens out there! Now this is a problem I've only faced once or twice-- sometimes I get these ideas, visualise them completely, even think out the whys and wherefores of the characters. But I never do anything about them. Those ideas are just too good for a novice like me to try and attempt and probably fail miserably to capture. So then I thought, if just one song can give me inspiration for a fic, why not do a bunch of them? So I am. Drabbles, vignettes and short stories, 74 in all. Yes, all the songs ever performed by Tokio Hotel.

Takes a bow, then scurries off to write the one based on Spring Nicht (Don't Jump)

BdK