Blowing Monologue

* I tried my best, but you just don’t seem satisfied, and now im here all alone tonight, when I think of you I cry – greyson chance

ornery I can handle it because whatever you throw at me I’ll catch. I like how I know almost a lot about you like we have the same favorite colors but in different colors and your favorite bands and your like apple pie which is disgusting and you must be the devil. I remember when we first met or I at least have memories from when I was around you and our conversations about ourselves and what we’ve fascinated with, those were the little things that made me want you and look now I have you. I fall for you even more when you tell me those three words. You’re always on my mind when I wake up and when I’m in bed laying my head on the pillow. I decided to type this out because I have hella shitty writing and this is more neat and I have more space

Finley starts to lose hope in his relationship with Erin. He hasn’t heard from her since the accident and it has been two months since then. I think that this is the time that Finley should listen to this song. In this song the artist is talking about an ended relationship and how he has been struggling after the relationship. Finley hasn’t seen or heard from Erin in two months. Finley is beginning to think that their relationship is ended, and begins to be depressed. He is really sad and can’t handle the fact that Erin has just left him. Some lyrics that can relate to this event

One interesting thing about the song is that they say you'll never walk alone if you keep your head up high. They write that you should walk through

You want that 4.0 / Oh, baby, so do I / So we can primal-scream together on the Sunday night / I heard college is tough / But we will sure survive

She was spinning can she stopped then she had a misstep and didn't know what to do. Then she started to dance and then she was feeling free then she threw her routine out the window. Keylen started to dance she started to feel free and she felt like

into the rhythm, “I walk away, you stay behind” (Tyler). The same sentence structure is used on the

Last chance to talk, last chance to walk free You'll see just how bad that I truly can be No going back, Miss Kaldwin. You know, still shocks me how quickly you died

Even if this loves to die for 'Cause your bags are packed and I ain't cryin' You're walking out and I'm not trying To change your mind cause I was born to be The baby girl without a chance A victim of circumstance The one who ought a give up,but she's just Too hard headed!

It felt like I was walking on air the first time I was in car I throw my baby bottle out of the car didn’t get it back.I love to put cake in face all time I love to eat all time I hate going up down hills I loved music as a baby I would tell my dad to turn it up in the car.

Then we danced in the dark under September stars in the pourin' rain And I know that I can't ever tell you enough That all I need in this life is your crazy love If I never get to see the Northern lights Or if I never get to see the Eiffel Tower at night Oh if all I got is your hand in my hand

The second time I went looking for Charlie, the only thing I found online was his gravestone. I was at a conference, a small affair, seeking to rebuild my life with minor achievements. “In the middle of our life’s journey,” Dante wrote, “I found myself in a dark wood, having lost my way.” I found myself in a modest motel located under the flight pattern of Dulles International Airport, appropriate to my downsized budget after my academic career had crashed and burned. Mine was the habituated response of an academic to personal failure. Write an abstract. Go to a conference. Add another line to your vitae. GPS guided me to one of those sprawling industrial parks where nobody lives, where the address numbers are in the tens

Blowing a thin stream of air across the mouthpiece. Moving your fingers to match the notes and rhythms. Soaring up high and back down low in harmony to the music, as the conductor counts the beats, and your fellow band members balance their notes to match yours. Where the sounds glide over each other, bringing the song to life, punctuated by your high sixteenth notes, weaving in and out of the tune. This is the life of a flute player. The ones that can play anything and everything, and are the light melody of the pieces that we play. Just like in Tiffany, Age 11, flute is one of the things that I really like and that partly makes up who I am. Music is important to me, and our instrument seems made for spring with the flowing beauty of it’s tone. I

Have I ever told you baby that you mean the world to me and you know I'm gonna love you forever until the end of time. I love you more than anything in this whole world . You're the reason that my life is beautiful . I love how you make me feel when I'm with you I still feel them Beautiful's in my belly every time I'm about to see you . I know I don't give you much love because I feel weird and shy to do it . I wasn't taught that way but I'm going to learn to give you more love . I know we fight to much because of me and I'm sorry for that . I know I'm not the easiest person to deal with. For now on Im going to promise you that we won't fight anymore and if we do we gotta talk about it and fit it . Even through the fights and arguments we

"Never let go of me, hold tight, it 's gonna get hard to breathe, and I will never let you drown, even if we 're going down, hey y 'all, never let go of me, when I 'm sinking," I sang in the recording mic, waiting patiently when Travis McCoy raps, singing at my part, hopefully hitting the right the cords. "Never let go of me, hold tight, it 's gonna get hard to breathe, and I will never let you drown, even if we 're going down, hey y 'all, never let go of me, when I 'm sinking! Oh oh oh ohh! Oh oh oh ohh!"