In second period, Music, people have to audition to get in.
Of course you sang and did a guitar solo Your friends all did their own thing They all got in, and so did you.
Then you and your friends saw her, and all wondered why she chose music When she could've chosen art, or cheerleading, or drama Or anything else, really.
Then you heard her voice quietly sing,
Underneath it all, we're just savages Hidden behind shirts, ties and marriages How could we expect anything at all We're just animals still learning how to crawl
With her fingers looking as though they're gliding across the piano keys.
Your skin held goosebumps.
You've never heard anything more beautiful.
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