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Concrete Angel

Concrete Angel



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Published by Kelly
I stepped on to the stage. Jesse handed me my guitar and the mic and i started singing......
I stepped on to the stage. Jesse handed me my guitar and the mic and i started singing......

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Published by: Kelly on Jan 28, 2010
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AN: New Story guys! YAY! Well lets cut to the chase we all know that wedon’t own twilight and we all wish we were Steph Meyer. Disclaimer: Me and rosie: Hey stephenie?Stephenie Meyer: Yes?Rosie: Can we own Twilight?Steph: NoMe: Can we own Edward or Jazzy atleast?Steph: NoMe and Rosie: Darn We’re gonna kick you in the po.An: Sorry another author note Po is an inside joke between me and myawesome beta Rosie pose.Concrete AngelBPOV
I stepped backstage as I prepared for my turn to go on. Currently my friendErica was onstage singing her heart out at our annual fundraiser at theorphanage. Every year all of the older kids would gather and put on a talentshow to 1. Try to raise money and 2. Put on all the teenagers that needed tobe adopted.The song I was singing was Concrete Angel by Martina McBride. It was myfavorite song and it described my life perfectly.I heard the applause and that was my signal to get ready. Erica steppedbackstage with a smile on her face.“You’re on,” She told me walking past me “Good luck there are a lot of people out there tonight we have a good chance.” She quickly hugged meand pushed me towards the stage.I went onto the stage and instantly was hit the worst stage fright I have everhad. Not to mention I can’t walk across a flat surface without tripping. Ilooked around and saw all the people gathered in the small cafeteria staringat me waiting for me to start. Jesse my boyfriend stepped out with my guitarand a microphone stand. He set down my Mic and gave me guitar as hewinked at me silently wishing me luck.I sat down on the stool started strumming my guitar and started singing:
She walks to school with the lunch she packed Nobody know what she’s holding back 
Wearing the same dress she wore yesterday She hides the bruises with linen and laceThe teacher wonders but she doesn’t ask It’s hard to see the pain behind the mask Baring the Burdon of a secret stormSometimes she wishes she was never bornThrough the wind and the runShe stands hard as a stoneIn a world that she can’t rise aboveBut her dreams give her wings And she fly’s to a place where she’s loved Concrete AngelSomebody cries in the middle of the night The neighbors hear but they turn out the light  A fragile soul caught in the hands of fateWhen morning comes it’ll be too late.Through the wind and the rain

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