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AndrewTʜᴇ Pᴇʀғᴏʀᴍᴇʀ,
Tʜᴇ Pʏʀᴏ,
ᴛʜᴇ Mᴜsɪᴄɪᴀɴ✪★✪★✪★✪★✪★✪★✪★✪★✪★✪★✪★✪
Counting Stars wrote:Lᴀᴛᴇʟʏ I ʙᴇᴇɴ, I ʙᴇᴇɴ ʟᴏsɪɴɢ sʟᴇᴇᴘ
Dʀᴇᴀᴍɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ
Bᴜᴛ ʙᴀʙʏ, I ʙᴇᴇɴ, I ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴘʀᴀʏɪɴ' ʜᴀʀᴅ
Sᴀɪᴅ ɴᴏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴅᴏʟʟᴀʀs
Wᴇ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛɪɴɢ sᴛᴀʀs
Yᴇᴀʜ, ᴡᴇ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛɪɴɢ sᴛᴀʀs
[Vᴇʀsᴇ 1]
I sᴇᴇ ᴛʜɪs ʟɪғᴇ
Lɪᴋᴇ ᴀ sᴡɪɴɢɪɴɢ ᴠɪɴᴇ
Sᴡɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴀᴄʀᴏss ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɴᴇ
Iɴ ᴍʏ ғᴀᴄᴇ ɪs ғʟᴀsʜɪɴɢ sɪɢɴs
Sᴇᴇᴋ ɪᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴇ sʜᴀʟʟ ғɪɴᴅ
Oʟᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ I'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴏʟᴅ
Yᴏᴜɴɢ, ʙᴜᴛ I'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙᴏʟᴅ
Aɴᴅ I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ɪs sᴏʟᴅ
I'ᴍ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ᴛᴏʟᴅ
I ғᴇᴇʟ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ sᴏ ʀɪɢʜᴛ
Bʏ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ᴛʜɪɴɢ
Aɴᴅ I ғᴇᴇʟ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ sᴏ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ
Bʏ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢ
I ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴇ, ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴇ, ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴇ
Eᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴋɪʟʟs ᴍᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ᴍᴇ ғᴇᴇʟ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ
[Cʜᴏʀᴜs:]
Lᴀᴛᴇʟʏ I ʙᴇᴇɴ, I ʙᴇᴇɴ ʟᴏsɪɴɢ sʟᴇᴇᴘ (ʜᴇʏ!)
Dʀᴇᴀᴍɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ
Bᴜᴛ ʙᴀʙʏ, I ʙᴇᴇɴ, I ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴘʀᴀʏɪɴ' ʜᴀʀᴅ (ʜᴇʏ!)
Sᴀɪᴅ ɴᴏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴅᴏʟʟᴀʀs
Wᴇ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛɪɴɢ sᴛᴀʀs
Lᴀᴛᴇʟʏ I ʙᴇᴇɴ, I ʙᴇᴇɴ ʟᴏsɪɴɢ sʟᴇᴇᴘ (ʜᴇʏ!)
Dʀᴇᴀᴍɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ
Bᴜᴛ ʙᴀʙʏ, I ʙᴇᴇɴ, I ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴘʀᴀʏɪɴ' ʜᴀʀᴅ (ʜᴇʏ!)
Sᴀɪᴅ ɴᴏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴅᴏʟʟᴀʀs
Wᴇ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ, ᴡᴇ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛɪɴɢ sᴛᴀʀs
I ғᴇᴇʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ
Aɴᴅ I ғᴇᴇʟ ɪᴛ ʙᴜʀɴ
Dᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜɪs ʀɪᴠᴇʀ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴛᴜʀɴ
Hᴏᴘᴇ ɪs ᴏᴜʀ ғᴏᴜʀ ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴏʀᴅ
Mᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴏɴᴇʏ
Wᴀᴛᴄʜ ɪᴛ ʙᴜʀɴ
On top of the World wrote:Iғ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ sᴏᴍᴇʙᴏᴅʏ
Bᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ’ʀᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ
’ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ
Tʜᴇʏ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴍᴀʏ ʀᴜɴ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ғʀᴏᴍ ʏᴏᴜ
Yᴏᴜ’ʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ǫᴜɪᴛᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ, ᴡᴇʟʟ
Tʜᴇɴ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ɪᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅs ᴏɴ
Hᴏᴡ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴏғ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪs ʟᴇғᴛ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ
I’ᴠᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʜɪɢʜᴇsᴛ ᴍᴏᴜɴᴛᴀɪɴs
I’ᴠᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴇᴘᴇsᴛ ʀɪᴠᴇʀs
Yᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ʙᴜᴛ ʟɪғᴇ ᴋᴇᴇᴘs ᴍᴏᴠɪɴɢ
I ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ɪɴ ʙᴜᴛ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴅᴏᴡɴ
‘Cᴀᴜsᴇ I’ᴍ ᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴘ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ, ‘ᴀʏ
I’ᴍ ᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴘ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ, ‘ᴀʏ
Wᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜɪs ғᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ɴᴏᴡ
Pᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴅᴜᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪʀᴛ
I’ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ sᴍɪʟᴇ, ‘ᴀʏ
Bᴇᴇɴ ʜᴏʟᴅɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ɪɴ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ, ‘ᴀʏ
Tᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ ɪғ I ᴄᴀɴ
Bᴇᴇɴ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍɪɴɢ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪs sɪɴᴄᴇ ᴀ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ
I’ᴍ ᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴘ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ.
I’ᴠᴇ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴄᴏʀɴᴇʀs
Tʀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴀsʏ ᴡᴀʏ ᴏᴜᴛ
I ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ᴏɴ ғᴀʟʟɪɴɢ sʜᴏʀᴛ ᴏғ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ
I ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅᴀ ɢᴀᴠᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇɴ ʙᴜᴛ
Tʜᴇɴ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ I ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ’ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ’ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ
I’ᴠᴇ ᴛʀᴀᴠᴇʟᴇᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴀʏ ғᴏʀ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ
I ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ɪɴ ʙᴜᴛ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴅᴏᴡɴ
‘Cᴀᴜsᴇ I’ᴍ ᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴘ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ, ‘ᴀʏ
I’ᴍ ᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴘ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ, ‘ᴀʏ
Wᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜɪs ғᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ɴᴏᴡ
Pᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴅᴜᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪʀᴛ
I’ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ sᴍɪʟᴇ, ‘ᴀʏ
Bᴇᴇɴ ʜᴏʟᴅɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ɪɴ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ, ‘ᴀʏ
Tᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ ɪғ I ᴄᴀɴ
Bᴇᴇɴ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍɪɴɢ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪs sɪɴᴄᴇ ᴀ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ
I’ᴍ ᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴘ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ
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UsernameHi, I'm Airplane! Thanks for reading my form.ᒪ
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NameHis name is Andrew!
He likes to go by Drew, though.ᒪ
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GenderMale. Yeah, this JBD look manly in my opinion.ᒪ
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Journal entryMay 4th, 11:21 pm.
Okay, so you know how my school band had a
competition against the senior band from my
rival school? Well, it ended up being pretty
interesting. It started off as just what my band
teacher said- everyone got on the bus and
everything, and we drove over. We ate pizza
in the school cafeteria. Well, we were eating
pizza in the cafeteria. You see, whoever was
running this competition made the stupid
decision of having BOTH bands eat in the
SAME room together at the SAME TIME.
Bad decision. Anyway, so I’m eating my
pizza dinner and having a nice time when
suddenly, somebean in the other band
screams the two words that should never
be screamed in a cafeteria: “FOOD FIGHT!”
The entire cafeteria went silent. Five seconds
later, pizza, carrots, bassoon reeds, and potato
chips were airborne. The insanity (Which I did
take part in. I couldn’t possibly stay out of a
full-scale food fight!) went on for like five minutes
until my band teacher and the enemy band teacher
came storming in and stopped it. Apparently one of
the oboe players had ratted us out, so everyone
gave her the cold shoulder for the rest of the night.
My band teacher went into a huge speech about
‘discipline’ and ‘professionalism’ and how ‘y’all be
college students in a few months’. Our punishment?
Well, the competition never happened. Nope. Our
reward for our junk food battle was another concert-
in which both of the bands will meet every Tuesday
until then to prepare a piece to play TOGETHER. Let’s
just say neither of the bands were pleased. I gotta take
a shower now to get the cheese and ranch dressing
out of my fur, and wash my trombone. Adios, notebook.
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Airplane on Sat Apr 19, 2014 5:14 am, edited 10 times in total.
Off we go, Into the wild blue yonder, Climbing high, Into the sun.
JBDs wrote:
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