Alyx heard in the distance,something that sounded like firecrackers...how odd.she shook her head, sighing heavily. her door suddenly opened, her mom came in "Alyxandra!" she sang. she wore a lovely dark blue gown. her sisters also came in, wearing matching lighter blue ones, more form fitting though. "we just came by to say, good luck!!" her mom gave her a kiss, took a picture and left. her sisters followed. alone..again. she heard the orchestra stop practices, she left her dressing room only to be greeted by her fellow performers, the guy she was doing a duet with. in his twenties, a very handsome black wolf. "good luck Alyx"
"you too Malcolm"
as the lights died down and the audience stopped talking. a white cat woman came on stage, dressed in a peach colored dress. "Good Evening and Welcome to the Annual Classical Celebration!"
Audience applauses. she spoke again "tonight, many talented performers will perform the most famous pieces to share with us tonight. but please let me introduce our first guest, Malcolm Bishop, a student at the Royal Academy of Music, he will perform 'Music of the Night'!! "
Malcolm appeared on the stage...and began
after his performance was over, the woman came back "now our next performer, is one of the great classical success stories in the past twelve months, she has attended several academies to reach this level of skill, known nation wide, please welcome, Alyxandra Phillips and in her performance, Think of me!"
Alyx stepped onto the stage as the audience clapped loudly, she slightly curtsied. before it grew quiet again
Think of me, think of me fondly,
when we've said goodbye.
Remember me once in a while -
please promise me you'll try.
When you find that, once again, you long
to take your heart back and be free -
if you ever find a moment,
spare a thought for me
We never said our love was evergreen,
or as unchanging as the sea -
but if you can still remember
stop and think of me . . .
Think of all the things
we've shared and seen -
don't think about the way things
might have been . . .
Think of me, think of me waking,
silent and resigned.
Imagine me, trying too hard
to put you from my mind.
Recall those days
look back on all those times,
think of the things we'll never do -
there will never be a day,
when I won't think of you . . .
(music )
Flowers fades,
The fruits of summer fade,
They have their seasons, so do we
but please promise me, that sometimes
you will think of me!