Emy — Part 5

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[I’m busting my ass to get some projects finished and promised a few people I wasn’t just letting this one drop, so here’s a snip of the work in progress… and a song!]

I stepped behind the center microphone as Kurt ducked out to the side. I tapped the mic and got a satisfying thunk, then strummed the guitar.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I should say here that I am not comfortable in front of a crowd. As a matter of fact I was getting quite queasy. I made a quick silent prayer to keep the nachos down, opened my eyes, and looked right at Emy.

The Mike Tyson of butterflies began using my stomach as a punching bag. She was smiling and had one curled hand in front of her mouth. I swallowed once to make sure I did’t croak into the microphone.

“There’s a girl I can’t quit thinking about,” I started, “ever since I first saw her. I wrote a song and I’m lucky enough to have her here with me tonight to hear it. I’m also lucky enough to have friends like these guys,” I said, pointing at the table where Kurt and Sandy were sitting, “who let me steal a little bit of their set time to impress my date.”

“Figured you could use the help!” Sandy yelled back. I relaxed a bit as I let myself laugh at that. I took another deep breathe to focus.

“Emily,” I said, now looking directly at her, my heart pounding, “this is for you.”

Hey you, don’t you hide away
cover up your face
or turn your eyes away
You just have to smile
and ever situation seems alright 
for just a little while
.
But you, 
from your head down to your shoes,
make me blue
.
I… I’m a stepping stone
Dried up, thrown away, 
square to the bone
You just have to smile
and everything that’s dark seems so bright 
for just a little while
.
But you,
from my head down to my shoes,
make me blue
.
I don’t know what to say
Everything I utter 
just comes out this way
I just have to smile
cause every time I see you
I feel better for a little while.
.
But you, 
from your head down to your shoes…
You make me blue

[if the link from the lyrics does not work for you, here’s an alternate source]

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