Lyrics at the Lake

[sebastian edwards [DEAD]]

your the reason that im singing,
ive got to find you

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Sebastian made his way to the lake outside, hoping to clear his mind from thoughts and ideas that had nothing to do with the song that he was writing. His mind was spinning as he tried to write his lyrics down in a little journal at the cafe, so he put on his sweatshirt and went to sit on the icy grass.

He walked to the quieter side of the lake, thinking over words that would hopefully go together with the chords that he had put together the following night, but nothing came to mind unfortunatly.

Sitting down, he looked around to see some of the other Winterthorne students chatting and gossiping about everything and more than likely, probably nothing. He turned his eyes down to look at the blank lines in front of him.

He needed someone-anyone...no anything to get his creative juices flowing. He needed to crash through this writer's block. Sebastian sighed. Nothing seemed to work.

[gloria luxemburg [DEAD]]

glorious never seemed like
a better adjective to give.

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Gloria looked about the grassy slopes of the lake, scoping out someone to talk to. She had been uneasy about being so lonely and having only the thoughts of others around her to make her feel accepted. Not only did she feel like she belonged here, she felt like she would soon have a place, she just needed to find somewhere to start.

Sifting through thoughts of students around her, she focused on one uneasy and simply lonely voice that stood out among them all. She looked around the masses of teenagers, vampires, fairies, humans, and demons alike, trying to find the boy that she had heard.

Then she saw a boy, looking down at his lap that seemed to hold a pen and a notebook. She had found him. Gloria walked passed the mobs of people, pushing through them, not using her power to walk through the barriers that stood before her.

Finally, Gloria made it to the other side of the lake where the boy with black hair, skinny jeans, and converse sat.

"Hello, my name is Gloria Luxemburg," Gloria said, her thick French accent noticable. She fluttered her eyelashes playfully and smiled at the boy, hoping that they would get along.




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[sebastian edwards [DEAD]]

come alive within my voice,
i need to hear this song
i need to hear your voice

He didn't expect much of anything when he heard the sweet sound above him. Before he even looked up he hoped that she wouldn't end up some pretty model type girl who would only talk to him because he had money and good looks. He silently hoped that she would turn out to be much more than any other girl here. Seb looked up from his blank sheet of paper, still hoping to find a unique, one-of-a-kind type of girl.

And that is exactly what he found. This girl had long black hair, a medium sized pink bow in her scene hair-cut. She wore white skinny jeans and hot pink converse as well as layered black, grey, pink, and white shirts under a black zip-up hoodie. She was smiling, introducing herself to him as Gloria Luxemburg. Was that a French accent that he heard? He couldn't keep himself from staring at her white, clear complexion with a subtle pink flush in her cheeks from the cold.

He ran his hand through his hair, shaking his head slightly. He couldn't help but wonder why she was even talking to him.

"Um," he sighed, "I'm Sebastian Edwards. Please, sit." He gestured toward grass near him. Without even knowing it, Seb couldn't contain his large goofy grin forming across his face.












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[gloria luxemburg [DEAD]]

for the last time you have kissed my lips
now shut up and let me go,

He ran his hand through his hair, still looking down, sighing. Gloria looked at him and smiled at his thoughts - if only he knew that she could listen in on what he was thinking. Hopeful thoughts spilled into her mind in Sebastian's voice. He hoped that she wasn't like the rest. Grinning, she wanted to scream that his thoughts were more correct than anything.
The boy looked up at her then, examining her from top to bottom. Gloria looked at her converse, hoping that her thoughts were not able to be heard. With Winterthorne, you never knew what kind of people you would run into. He smiled then, still staring.
Gesturing to the grass, he introduced himself as Sebastian Edwards and asked her to sit next to him as well. Gloria shrugged and did just that, sitting on the damp grass by the lake. She studied the paper in his hands, noticing that it was blank.
Her curiousity kicked in instead of just listening to his thoughts. "What are you writing Sebastian?" she asked, twirling a strand of thin black hair around her finger subtly. Then she sighed. Finally, someone to talk to.