Another night outside my balcony. Another night of a beautiful harmony as I sang.
His voice rang out somewhere around the corner where I could not see him.
"So Mr bass can I get a name yet?" I call out lightly.
"I've told you before princess. I have no name for you to call me by"
"You have a beautiful voice" I hum
"Its smoke damaged doll, not nearly as nice as yours"
I hum another melody soon falling into another song with him.
A window being slammed open interrupted us, "Go the fuck to sleep!"
"Shut up Darla! I'm having a fairy tale moment!" I yell back
"Yeah, well Romeo can go fuck himself!" She yelled back
"Juliet was basic! She wasn't even a princess you dumb bitch!" Mr. Bass rang out.
"Shut up!" Darla screeched
"No you shut up!" We both yelled in sync before hearing the window slam closed
"Then again you aren't very princess like" Mr bass chuckle
"What type of princess would I be? I think mulan"
"No, cause you have a voice like a siren. Like ariel"
"I wish I was rapunzel so my prince charming would climb up this tower for me. I'd even open the door for him"
"Well unfortunately you are stuck being beauty because I'm the beast" he laughed
"Oh, well I should tell you the Stockholm is going very well" I muse
"Unfortunately the curse is sealed on this beast"
"Does it really matter? Belle never cared so why would i?"
"Trust me, you'd care"
"Hmmm, what if I'm a monster fucker?"
"Tempting, but its almost midnight Cinderella and I gotta go"
"Already? Well if I leave my glass slipper will you come find me?"
"Sorry, feet aren't my thing" he chuckled. I could hear the sound fade as he walked off. My mystery prince charming.
(Plop. Here. I gave up writing this one)
