
So I wasn't always trying to be funny. I took piano lessons when I was a child, though they've never actually been really useful for anything. Except for this song.
I had a dream once about a girl whose face I never fully saw. In the dream I watched the girl from a distance and imagined an entire life for her. She was utterly fascinating. It was the way she moved. Fluid, like water. I named her Anastasia, and as I did this tune began to play over a loud speaker. So when I woke up I put the tune to paper, but was never happy with the finished product so today I remade it from scratch.
Enjoy. Critique and comments are welcome. :)
I had a dream once about a girl whose face I never fully saw. In the dream I watched the girl from a distance and imagined an entire life for her. She was utterly fascinating. It was the way she moved. Fluid, like water. I named her Anastasia, and as I did this tune began to play over a loud speaker. So when I woke up I put the tune to paper, but was never happy with the finished product so today I remade it from scratch.
Enjoy. Critique and comments are welcome. :)
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Funny you should mention that. In the dream I had about this song (which in hindsight was very Inceptionesque) I distinctly felt a sense of foreboding. Like something ominous was going to happen.
mentioned earlier to me that he always liked this song but didn't like that it didn't really have an ending. Start to finish the song is exactly what I heard over the loudspeaker in my dream and as it ended the girl disappeared. Which made me sad. Thank you for the comment.

In my mind's eye I see...
A young man going through his daily motions, finally arriving home at five o'clock.
He arrives at the third floor of the apartment complex, carrying more groceries than one is reccomended to carry by one's self.
As he sets his bags down, he fishes into his pocket for his keyring. Not there. He checks his other pocket.
He realizes that he has left his keys in his car.
As if in response, he hears an engine start.
He drops his groceries and runs to the balcony overlooking the parking lot.
As his car turns to exit the lot, the man catches a fleeting glimpse of the young woman's face before she and his car disappear behind another building.
A young man going through his daily motions, finally arriving home at five o'clock.
He arrives at the third floor of the apartment complex, carrying more groceries than one is reccomended to carry by one's self.
As he sets his bags down, he fishes into his pocket for his keyring. Not there. He checks his other pocket.
He realizes that he has left his keys in his car.
As if in response, he hears an engine start.
He drops his groceries and runs to the balcony overlooking the parking lot.
As his car turns to exit the lot, the man catches a fleeting glimpse of the young woman's face before she and his car disappear behind another building.
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