I smirk, snickering. "I'm not scared easily… Shu. Please start the song? Pretty please? For meee?" I ask, dramatically fluttering my eyelashes.
() Shu: *plays the drums* I see a few fans peering in the window, and I smile, starting to sing. "I know it's hard, but, you gotta deal with it. Why don't you look around and show me what you're made of. Don't turn around, go get your gun ready. Every day there's a way to do it just right."
-sings- I only see the light, up ahead. I can't move toward it, something's holding me back. And I yell and I scream and I thrash all around but you don't seem to hear me. Only the People of the damned, as they move swiftly and softly. -bangs head against tree- it's not good enough damn it!