Post by Kurt Hummel on Jul 4, 2010 12:33:00 GMT -5
Kurt was feeling strange lately. Since the day he talked with his dad, everything had been normal around the house. Normal, except for an uneasy feeling in the air. It was the same at glee rehearsals. Kurt was pretty sure that Finn knew about their parents getting married, but they never talked about it.
Singing with Finn was a surreal experience. Kurt's voice is high, but doesn't sound like a girl or a little kid. He still has that hollow, wooden male sound. That's why it blended with Finn's so well. It blended differently than another boy's would have, or a girl's would have. It was almost like the sound was coming out of one person with two sets of vocal chords.
Kurt had felt uncomfortable when his eyes met Rachel's. She was smiling at him, but her eyes were glaring at him. It made Kurt feel guilty, like he had done something wrong. He couldn't figure out what he had done though.
Kurt knew that the only way he could get rid of that yucky feeling in his stomach, if only for a moment, was to sing. Loudly. Which he couldn't do in his house. So, he asked Mr. Schue if he could use the auditorium after school to practice.
Now Kurt sat at the piano, in the empty auditorium. When he cleared his throat the noise filled the room. Then he daintily rested his pale, skinny fingers on the piano keys and started to play a song he sang when he was a little boy. Crying about his mother. Wishing she was somehow here again.
He opened his mouth and silvery music flowed out of it like a waterfall.
You were once my one companion. You were all the mattered. You were once a friend and mother. Then my world was shattered.
When Kurt rose effortlessly to the high notes, his voice shimmered. It would have given anyone in the room chills.
Wishing you were somehow here again. Wishing you were somehow near. Sometimes it seemed, if I just dreamed, somehow you would be here. Wishing I could hear your voice again. Knowing that I never would. Dreaming of you won't help me to do all that you dreamed I could.
Then Kurt's voice got quieter. He was crying as he sang.
Passing bells and sculpted angels. Cold and monumental. Seem for you the wrong companions. You were warm and gentle.
Now Kurt was bursting with emotion. He was shaking. He pressed hard on the piano keys and filled the auditorium with his voice.
Too many years fighting back tears. Why can't the past just die? Wishing you were somehow here again. Knowing we must say goodbye. Try to forgive. Teach me to live. Give me the strength to try!
Tears ran down Kurt's pink cheeks. He closed his eyes as he sang.
No more memories. No more silent tears. No more gazing across the wasted years.
Kurt's bottum lip trembled. He became quiet.
Help me say goodbye. Help me say... goodbye.
He played the last chord, and then sat there and cried.
Singing with Finn was a surreal experience. Kurt's voice is high, but doesn't sound like a girl or a little kid. He still has that hollow, wooden male sound. That's why it blended with Finn's so well. It blended differently than another boy's would have, or a girl's would have. It was almost like the sound was coming out of one person with two sets of vocal chords.
Kurt had felt uncomfortable when his eyes met Rachel's. She was smiling at him, but her eyes were glaring at him. It made Kurt feel guilty, like he had done something wrong. He couldn't figure out what he had done though.
Kurt knew that the only way he could get rid of that yucky feeling in his stomach, if only for a moment, was to sing. Loudly. Which he couldn't do in his house. So, he asked Mr. Schue if he could use the auditorium after school to practice.
Now Kurt sat at the piano, in the empty auditorium. When he cleared his throat the noise filled the room. Then he daintily rested his pale, skinny fingers on the piano keys and started to play a song he sang when he was a little boy. Crying about his mother. Wishing she was somehow here again.
He opened his mouth and silvery music flowed out of it like a waterfall.
You were once my one companion. You were all the mattered. You were once a friend and mother. Then my world was shattered.
When Kurt rose effortlessly to the high notes, his voice shimmered. It would have given anyone in the room chills.
Wishing you were somehow here again. Wishing you were somehow near. Sometimes it seemed, if I just dreamed, somehow you would be here. Wishing I could hear your voice again. Knowing that I never would. Dreaming of you won't help me to do all that you dreamed I could.
Then Kurt's voice got quieter. He was crying as he sang.
Passing bells and sculpted angels. Cold and monumental. Seem for you the wrong companions. You were warm and gentle.
Now Kurt was bursting with emotion. He was shaking. He pressed hard on the piano keys and filled the auditorium with his voice.
Too many years fighting back tears. Why can't the past just die? Wishing you were somehow here again. Knowing we must say goodbye. Try to forgive. Teach me to live. Give me the strength to try!
Tears ran down Kurt's pink cheeks. He closed his eyes as he sang.
No more memories. No more silent tears. No more gazing across the wasted years.
Kurt's bottum lip trembled. He became quiet.
Help me say goodbye. Help me say... goodbye.
He played the last chord, and then sat there and cried.
