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My friend is an amazing singer with the voice of a living angel. Everyone around her becomes quiet when she sings. It may seem crazy and probably giving my friend the creeps but its true.
Why this scares me is that we were all grown up, away from each other doing our own lives. We hadn't spoken to each other in 5 or 10 years. That is my first fear. To split apart.
She was sitting on a bus bench, waiting for the bus to take her home from a concert she sang in earlier that night. A limo came to pick her up instead. She got in without another word, like an obidient dog. Totally not like her.
I follow the limo without a body. They stop in the suburbs across the street from a 7-Eleven. She walks up the steps, Melissa in the middle, a bald businessman in the lead and another faceless man holding up the rear, like a body gaurd.
~I'LL TAKE THE STORY FROM HER VIEW NOW~

They beat me, called me trash...the concert that night wasn't good they said. My manager said they would try things from a different angle, "What do you mean, different angle?"
Standing up to the taller man he slaps me again and the body guard throws me into a white washed room, I fell into the basment and soon the world turned to darkness and dispair. A metal cage hung from the cieling. Rust covering it's bars and chain.
"Get in." I looked up to him in a puzzled manner, not knowing what he meant but having a sinking feeling in my gut that he meant the cage, "I said get in!" He kicks me across the chest and I roll into the base of the cage, its rusty chain screaming from the movement.
I stand and open my mouth to protest, but I shut it as quickly as I opened it to the black hole of a gun barrel.
Months past and I sat in that cage, singing on que to the pointy finger of a God amoung men. It disgusted me...My voice was going to another's woman's mouth.
I alwasy dreamed about seeing the stars again, knowing about the outside world and remember times long past.
I don't know if I was set free, or if I escaped. But I found myself running down the populated streets of downtown, still in my now ragged white dress and high heels. I was homefree, The first thing I did was run to my friend's company, praying he still reconized me I fell at the front glass door and cried myself to sleep under the symbol of a huge black dragon.

Description
My friend is an amazing singer with the voice of a living angel. Everyone around her becomes quiet when she sings. It may seem crazy and probably giving my friend the creeps but its true.
Why this scares me is that we were all grown up, away from each other doing our own lives. We hadn't spoken to each other in 5 or 10 years. That is my first fear. To split apart.
She was sitting on a bus bench, waiting for the bus to take her home from a concert she sang in earlier that night. A limo came to pick her up instead. She got in without another word, like an obidient dog. Totally not like her.
I follow the limo without a body. They stop in the suburbs across the street from a 7-Eleven. She walks up the steps, Melissa in the middle, a bald businessman in the lead and another faceless man holding up the rear, like a body gaurd.
~I'LL TAKE THE STORY FROM HER VIEW NOW~

They beat me, called me trash...the concert that night wasn't good they said. My manager said they would try things from a different angle, "What do you mean, different angle?"
Standing up to the taller man he slaps me again and the body guard throws me into a white washed room, I fell into the basment and soon the world turned to darkness and dispair. A metal cage hung from the cieling. Rust covering it's bars and chain.
"Get in." I looked up to him in a puzzled manner, not knowing what he meant but having a sinking feeling in my gut that he meant the cage, "I said get in!" He kicks me across the chest and I roll into the base of the cage, its rusty chain screaming from the movement.
I stand and open my mouth to protest, but I shut it as quickly as I opened it to the black hole of a gun barrel.
Months past and I sat in that cage, singing on que to the pointy finger of a God amoung men. It disgusted me...My voice was going to another's woman's mouth.
I alwasy dreamed about seeing the stars again, knowing about the outside world and remember times long past.
I don't know if I was set free, or if I escaped. But I found myself running down the populated streets of downtown, still in my now ragged white dress and high heels. I was homefree, The first thing I did was run to my friend's company, praying he still reconized me I fell at the front glass door and cried myself to sleep under the symbol of a huge black dragon.