a band of cousins
stay
When I was seven years old I wrote my first song. It was called Stay. (Originally by Taylor Swift but for this story I wrote it.)
It all started when Isaac said that they found his long lost dad and they might move to him. They would have had to move all the way across the Atlantic ocean and the United States to Maine.
He first told me when we were surfing on our day off from school. It was early in the morning. We went out at dawn and surfed for a few hours. We decided to rest. We went into a small cave that we found when we first moved here. We sat down and he told me that he might have to leave. We both freaked out at each other.
We didn't speak to each other for days. I went to the cave everyday. It was our cave and I was sad that we fought. I started writing in my diary and it turned into song form. I put piano notes behind the lyrics and I wrote my first song.
The next day I climbed through his window at dawn. I woke him up and asked him to come with me. He agreed because I don't think he could be mad at me for that long. We made it to the cave where I had my small, waterproof piano, that I had dragged in there.
I played and sang him the song. I'm not the best singer but I sang for him.
He told me he was sorry and I said that I was sorry. We hugged and from then on we have never been mad at each other for more than five minutes.
His father decided to come to them instead. He apparently got lost at sea for a month. When people found him he was so sick that he couldn't tell them anything. Then when he was getting better he had a bad fall. He lost his memory and for four years he was recovering his memory slowly. He finally figured out his name and that led people to find the Olan family in Hawaii. His father came and they had a family reunion.
Isaac introduced me and said that we were best friends forever and that would never change. I wrote my first song for my BFF. I started writing more songs about stupid things until they became songs about important things. I could sing and play the piano. Nana and Papa tried to make me sing a song at a community picnic but I was too scared. My cousins sang instead and played the instruments. That was how it all started.
It all started when Isaac said that they found his long lost dad and they might move to him. They would have had to move all the way across the Atlantic ocean and the United States to Maine.
He first told me when we were surfing on our day off from school. It was early in the morning. We went out at dawn and surfed for a few hours. We decided to rest. We went into a small cave that we found when we first moved here. We sat down and he told me that he might have to leave. We both freaked out at each other.
We didn't speak to each other for days. I went to the cave everyday. It was our cave and I was sad that we fought. I started writing in my diary and it turned into song form. I put piano notes behind the lyrics and I wrote my first song.
The next day I climbed through his window at dawn. I woke him up and asked him to come with me. He agreed because I don't think he could be mad at me for that long. We made it to the cave where I had my small, waterproof piano, that I had dragged in there.
I played and sang him the song. I'm not the best singer but I sang for him.
He told me he was sorry and I said that I was sorry. We hugged and from then on we have never been mad at each other for more than five minutes.
His father decided to come to them instead. He apparently got lost at sea for a month. When people found him he was so sick that he couldn't tell them anything. Then when he was getting better he had a bad fall. He lost his memory and for four years he was recovering his memory slowly. He finally figured out his name and that led people to find the Olan family in Hawaii. His father came and they had a family reunion.
Isaac introduced me and said that we were best friends forever and that would never change. I wrote my first song for my BFF. I started writing more songs about stupid things until they became songs about important things. I could sing and play the piano. Nana and Papa tried to make me sing a song at a community picnic but I was too scared. My cousins sang instead and played the instruments. That was how it all started.
Notes
Sorry, again, that it's short.Hope you guys like it.
7/25/13