He took a breath. "I don't want to be the boy who has to fill the silence," Mitchell-- well, it wasn't clipped and short, not like Kate's, really, but it was still closer to his speaking voice than anything.
Dammit. He'd hoped to have put all of this drama behind him. Words came more frequently after that one, more in tune, and leaving him frowning at himself.
"Ah, the night keeps calling, and it whispers to me, softly, come and play. I'm safe up high, no one can touch me, but why do I feel this party's over?"
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Date: 2010-11-05 04:23 pm (UTC)Dammit. He'd hoped to have put all of this drama behind him. Words came more frequently after that one, more in tune, and leaving him frowning at himself.
"Ah, the night keeps calling, and it whispers to me, softly, come and play. I'm safe up high, no one can touch me, but why do I feel this party's over?"
He believed in this effort... right?