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Yes, this was our home now… it had to be because, well, it was Patrick’s home. I sat and stared at the flames until it felt as though I BECAME the fire itself. I had so many thoughts running through my mind... thoughts that kept me from a sleep where I would surely dream of dying as I had every night since my return to the island. I HAD to focus on other things… not because I thought of these dreams as nightmares… but because disturbingly, I thought the dreams were actually quite beautiful and was even oddly comforted by them. In fact, I was afraid that if I allowed myself to sleep, I would never want to wake up again. At least while I was awake and thinking I wasn’t dreaming of dying… going mad, yes…. but not dying. And so I replayed every moment I shared with Patrick in that two weeks. I reflected on my life in America and my mother who had given so much of herself to ensure that I had a bearable childhood. I fondly remembered my long awaited reunion with Abigail and how she and her husband had welcomed me with such exuberance. But mostly, I tried to envision the life my unborn child would have here on this island… yes it was the island where she was conceived… and I felt in my heart we belonged here. But was I really doing the right thing? There would be no birthday parties… no friends… no nervous but exciting first days of school with teachers who were so frazzled they just looked right through you. But that was a good thing right? And surely Abigail and Howard would have many children to keep her company. So why then, why did I feel like I was making the biggest mistake of my life? Despite my best efforts to fight it, darkness began to veil my eyes and inevitable weariness allowed sleep to conquer me. But the darkness soon turned to a deep blue and I was sailing the ocean… the beautiful ocean. Patrick was beside me holding our perfect baby girl. One lovely, happy family laughing and looking up into a clear blue sky. And then, just as quickly as my heart filled with joy… terror pierced my soul and ripped Patrick and my babe from my arms. The sky turned grey and the waves crashed up on to the boat sweeping me into the ocean, into the raging waves, grasping futilely for the surface, for the boat, for my life… I was gasping, and fighting and sobbing… until finally a calmness enveloped my like the warm embrace of my lost lover, and I just let go and drifted downwards towards peace. It was then, under the waves, that a woman appeared to me in an American flag. … she wasn’t holding it, she wasn’t waving it, she was just… in it. To my knowledge, I have never laid eyes on her in my lifetime, yet I felt as if I DID know her somehow. She had her head bowed and though she appeared strong, I could sense she had been broken… as if the weight of millions had all fallen upon her shoulders at once. She looked up at me with tears in her eyes and said “It is up to you to allow your daughter to be a part of society. She will become a leader, a savior, and the reason for the existence of so many one day… but she cannot become that alone with you on an island. You must allow her to fulfill her destiny.” I awoke to Abigail’s soft touch upon my face. I sat up and grasped my belly. It was illogical, and even a little mad… but I knew what I had to do now.
In the Style of Grace Potter & T...
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PART IV - Sadness I could hear a bird crying in the distance as I stared into the flames of the fire. I looked over at my sister Abigail and her husband Howard. They were engaged in one another as only lovers could be, and I yearned to have that once again. My mind ran through the events that had brought us to the island... to this night... to this unbearable pain[/size]. After the time I spent on the island with Patrick, my crew and I made it to Puerto Ayacucho in a months’ time with surprisingly few mishaps along the way... And it turned out Abigail wasn’t as hard to locate as I believed she would be. Some local fishermen were able to point me in the right direction and within an hour I was staring into the face of my mother... A younger version of course, but there was no denying that this was my lost sister. Once the initial shock wore off from my tale of how she came to be with Captain Bartholomew, our reunion was filled with tears of joy and laughter and she and her husband invited me into their home with open arms. To my relief Abigail had been raised in a loving home by a couple who could have no children and had since passed on. I spent a little over two months with Abby and her husband Howard. I was overjoyed to have my sister again, but I could feel Patrick pulling me back to him and I could no longer bear to be away from him. So, I told Abby of my plan to return to the island. To my delight and surprise, Abby and her husband decided to come with me... Abby had never lost her love for the sea and adventure and her husband had the same wandering spirit that she had. So, we packed up every belonging they owned, and stocked the ship with an abundance of food, water and wine... and sailed toward my beloved. We’ve been on the island for about a month now. I have given my ship to my 1st mate and crew to do with as they please. They set sail a fortnight ago for adventures and places that I no longer had a desire to experience. Abby and Howard have fallen in love with this island just as I had. Once again I looked through the fire at Abby and Howard curled together on a rock. I could feel myself start to smile even as I felt my chest tighten and tears well up in my eyes. I didn’t think it possible to have any more tears. I looked down at the letter in my hands. A letter which, for the second time this year, had changed the course of my life forever. Swallowing the lump in my throat I opened it and read the words within for the Very last time. Sobbing uncontrollably now I could feel my sisters arms wrap around me as I struggled to breathe and cried out Patrick’s name to the star filled sky. I couldn’t bear to look at the stars any more... knowing that they were the same stars that Patrick and I had gazed upon so many times during our short time together. Slowly, my sobs subsided and I was able to breathe again. I drew in a long determined breath and threw the letter into the fire. I could see the ashes rising through the air and into space. I could feel my sisters’ gentle hands stroking my hair... and I looked down at the beautiful mound beneath my dress and marveled at the life growing inside me that Patrick and I had created... a piece of Patrick that I would love and cherish more than life itself. This was my home now... this was OUR home now. Lead Vocal Layer http://www.singsnap.com/karaoke/r/be6399910 Harmony Layer 1 http://www.singsnap.com/karaoke/r/cfb4196a0 Audition Round Entry http://www.singsnap.com/karaoke/r/b6867ba84 Round 1 Entry http://www.singsnap.com/karaoke/r/cc68e0014 Round 2 Entry http://www.singsnap.com/karaoke/r/bc99efe88
In the Style of Rihanna ft Mikky...
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PART III - An Unexpected Detour I smiled a little at the rough language of the passage... although it was my journal, it was written by my 1st Mate, Pete, as I dictated to him the events that had taken place on the island... But as I re-read the beginning of the entry in the journal, still wet on the page, my heart began to hurt and tears filled my eyes. I knew I had done the right thing by leaving but I couldn’t help but miss the man that showed me that even in this loveless life I had lived so far, I too could fall in love. I had to laugh at the silly sentiment of it all... after all; I’m not much of a sentimental soul. With a sigh, I closed the journal and re-played the events in my mind, not as I had relayed them to Pete for purposes of record in my journal, for that was but a bare outline of occurrences and feelings... but as they were etched in my heart and soul... From the moment we spied the island in the distance through the storm, I could feel in my bones that something magical was about to happen. I hated to detour our course away from Abigail but I knew that we would need to port through the storm if I EVER wanted to make it to her at all. I decided to have the crew anchor up just off shore and headed in on my own to check for signs of life on the island. I knew that the solitude would do me good. It would also give me a chance to collect my thoughts and come up with a plan of action for finding my sister once we reached Puerto Ayacucho... so I informed the men of my intention to camp on the island for the night. Once on shore I tied my boat up and walked into the woods just north of the beach. About a mile in I came upon a small stone cottage. Out in front of the cottage was a man chopping wood. He appeared to be in his mid-thirties and his appearance was a little rough around the edges, but there was an air of confidence about him that made my heart skip and my breath catch a little, as I made my way toward him. I watched as he chopped and then made his way over to the woodpile with a slight limp in his gait. When I reached him, he stopped swinging the ax that was clenched in his hands and turned around as if it were the most natural thing in the world for a strange woman to walk up behind him on this seemingly deserted island. He looked up at me and I could see the clouds in his eyes as he stared into mine. I’m not really sure how to explain what happened next because I don’t really understand it myself... but I had this overwhelming feeling of being loved and protected and... FREE... it was as if we had known each other our whole lives without even ever having spoken. I ended up staying on the island for a fortnight. I was swept up in waves of passion, and romance, and emotions that I had never felt before. He said his name was Patrick and that he had come here with his own band of pirates about a year ago. Patrick explained that his limp came about from being shot in the knee while they were being attacked by another ship. He had such a way with storytelling... he wasn’t like other pirates I had met... he was educated and passionate... and full of life. Patrick explained that once they had arrived on the island and he had the opportunity to explore it, he felt the need to just... STAY. I could certainly understand... it was a truly magnificent island covered in a lush green forest filled with sparkling streams and crashing waterfalls pouring into deep blue lagoons. As much as I too wanted to just throw my hands in the air and let him convince me, I knew that I couldn’t give up the quest for Abigail.... and I didn’t dare ask him to come with me... I couldn’t bring myself to tear him away from the island that he loved so much. And so, with much anguish in my heart, I said goodbye to Patrick and told him that I wished I could stay but that I would return once I had located my sister. I rowed back to my ship with resolve and determination and ordered my men to set sail and return to our course toward Abigail. Now, here I stand at the stern, tears falling into the sea... and as I sailed away from that island, I couldn't help but look back and try to spy one last glimpse of the most amazing creature I'd ever laid eyes on... Lead Vocal Layer http://www.singsnap.com/karaoke/r/bca339798 Harmony Layer 1 http://www.singsnap.com/karaoke/r/bd9abc978 Harmony Layer 2 http://www.singsnap.com/karaoke/r/c49489bd8 Harmony Layer 3 http://www.singsnap.com/karaoke/r/c78ed0d58 Audition Round Entry http://www.singsnap.com/karaoke/r/b6867ba84 Round 1 Entry http://www.singsnap.com/karaoke/r/cc68e0014
In the Style of Lykke Li
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PART II “Put a bloody cork in it ye’ rotten birds... can’t hear m’self think!” I looked over at the book on the table that had once belonged to Captain Bartholomew, the man that I had been hunting these past 10 years. Inside it's torn and tattered cover resided my hope, my heart and my new destiny. I just needed to read it... ONE. MORE. TIME. I walked over to the table and sat down. Trembling, I opened the book, removed the letter that lay folded inside, and read it for what seemed the hundredth time since it had come to be in my possession two weeks ago. "I fear I have only a few days left as this illness that has consumed me leaves me barely able to pick the quill up to write this letter... The narrative that follows serves as a confession of my sins and cleansing of my soul before God on this fifth day of June, 1926." I turned the worn paper over and skimmed through the laundry list of confessions until about one third of the way through... "Several years ago my crew and I came upon a ship journeying to America. We boarded the ship and killed many of the occupants and looted most of it's valuables and food stockpiles. During my raid of one of the cabins, I heard an infants cry. I found the location of the child and grabbed her. The father, upon seeing me pick his child up from within the chest he had hidden her, emerged from a wardrobe in the cabin and charged toward me. A struggle ensued and because he had no weapon, I killed him with one thrust of my sword. I fled with the child as her mother's screams followed me long after I reached the safety of my ship... I have been haunted by those screams all these remaining years of my life. I do not know why I didn't just leave the child... a longing came over me and in that moment I couldn't bare to part with her. So I just... kept her. Once we were safely sailing away I noticed the name Adelaide embroidered on the blanket that swaddled her. I raised Adelaide as my own and the men in my crew grew fond of her and treated her well. She had a good childhood and was given jewels, playthings and the many frivolous things a girl could want from our plundering. She was also taught the art of the sword and could out maneuver any one of my men on their best day. While I loved Adelaide and couldn't bear the thought of losing her, I knew that the life of a pirate was not befitting for a teenage girl. And so, on the eve of her thirteenth birthday as we sailed down the Orinoco River into Venezuela, I made a decision that she would have a better life than I could offer her. Once we reached Puerto Ayacucho I met a young husband and wife who swore to love her as their own and vowed to give her the life I could not. Adelaide already knew how to speak Spanish as she had learned it from one of the more doting crew members, so I left her, kicking and screaming though she was, in what I hope were capable and loving hands. I have not been back since. God forgive me for ripping her from her blood those many years ago..." So there it was... blurred from my tears and worn from my fingers... one short passage from a letter that had changed my life's quest for revenge, to a journey toward a reunion with my sister. My heart skipped with joy, and excitement, and the anticipation that one day soon, I would embrace the sister that my eyes have not known since I was three, but that my heart has known all the years of my life. I raised my arms in the air and sang my prayer for the water Gods to lead me to her. "I'm coming Adelaide..." Lead Vocal Layer http://www.singsnap.com/karaoke/r/cdb9a91ac Harmony Layer http://www.singsnap.com/karaoke/r/cba6bfe94 Audition Round Entry http://www.singsnap.com/karaoke/r/b6867ba84