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@ Henry Langford
2026-05-19 22:52:17
歌詞
My alarm rang, and it hit me like a tank. Today was the day at which I have been dreading my whole life.
The sun cracked through my curtains, the birds whistling outside, and a pleasant, silence echoed through my house, as if this day was going to be the perfect day. That couldn't have been anything further than the truth, it was my sister’s birthday party, and I had a massive decision to make!
Children's birthday parties are the worst, why can’t you just be like teenage zombies who just want to sleep and sit scrolling on their socials? Instead we have to have 20, 7 and 8 year old girls, sprinting around my house like it’s a 100 meter sprint, scoffing their mouths with unnecessary amounts of sweets, and arguing like old married couples.I know this is not on my agenda on things to do on a beautiful summer's day.
And that’s when the voice hit me, “Tom, come downstairs,” whistles through the house, oh no, this was it, I need to make a decision. I have less than a minute to decide. The clock on the wall ticked loudly, each second stretching longer than the last, pressing in on me from all directions. I could stay enclosed in my room, pretend I didn’t know it was happening, pretend I was sleeping or even revising, the list goes on. However, the only little thing stopping me from the torture which will haunt me for the next, probably 2 days, is the incentive of money, (a whole £10 to be exact) Is it worth it? My hand hovered over the door handle, frozen between two futures, knowing that once I moved, there would be no turning back.
Then it hit me—pure anticipation. My heart started racing, not because I was excited, but because the pressure of choosing felt heavier than the party itself. Downstairs, I could already hear faint giggles and the rustling of decorations being set up. The house felt alive, buzzing, waiting for me to decide my role in it.
I tightened my grip on the handle. “It’s just a few hours,” I muttered to myself. “Ten pounds for a few hours.” That sounded reasonable… almost too reasonable. With a deep breath, I opened the door.
The noise hit me instantly, as what I would have thought, I had barely stepped onto the last stair when silence.Complete, unnatural silence. I began to ponder
Mum stood in the hallway, phone in hand, her expression somewhere between relief and panic. “The party's cancelled,” she muttered.
Cancelled? My brain struggled to catch up. All that stress, all that build-up, for nothing?
“Your sister’s got the flu,” she added, sighing.
I let out a burst of excitement, this day couldn’t now be any better, until, as if on cue, my little sister appeared behind her, pale as a ghost and sneezed…. Directly on me. I froze in absolute shock.
A slow realization crept in. I had made my decision… and somehow, it had led me here. Standing in the blast zone of a flu-powered sneeze, with only one result coming to me, a week in bed. Argh!
I wiped my face in horror, stepping back like I’d just been hit by something radioactive. Th
The sun cracked through my curtains, the birds whistling outside, and a pleasant, silence echoed through my house, as if this day was going to be the perfect day. That couldn't have been anything further than the truth, it was my sister’s birthday party, and I had a massive decision to make!
Children's birthday parties are the worst, why can’t you just be like teenage zombies who just want to sleep and sit scrolling on their socials? Instead we have to have 20, 7 and 8 year old girls, sprinting around my house like it’s a 100 meter sprint, scoffing their mouths with unnecessary amounts of sweets, and arguing like old married couples.I know this is not on my agenda on things to do on a beautiful summer's day.
And that’s when the voice hit me, “Tom, come downstairs,” whistles through the house, oh no, this was it, I need to make a decision. I have less than a minute to decide. The clock on the wall ticked loudly, each second stretching longer than the last, pressing in on me from all directions. I could stay enclosed in my room, pretend I didn’t know it was happening, pretend I was sleeping or even revising, the list goes on. However, the only little thing stopping me from the torture which will haunt me for the next, probably 2 days, is the incentive of money, (a whole £10 to be exact) Is it worth it? My hand hovered over the door handle, frozen between two futures, knowing that once I moved, there would be no turning back.
Then it hit me—pure anticipation. My heart started racing, not because I was excited, but because the pressure of choosing felt heavier than the party itself. Downstairs, I could already hear faint giggles and the rustling of decorations being set up. The house felt alive, buzzing, waiting for me to decide my role in it.
I tightened my grip on the handle. “It’s just a few hours,” I muttered to myself. “Ten pounds for a few hours.” That sounded reasonable… almost too reasonable. With a deep breath, I opened the door.
The noise hit me instantly, as what I would have thought, I had barely stepped onto the last stair when silence.Complete, unnatural silence. I began to ponder
Mum stood in the hallway, phone in hand, her expression somewhere between relief and panic. “The party's cancelled,” she muttered.
Cancelled? My brain struggled to catch up. All that stress, all that build-up, for nothing?
“Your sister’s got the flu,” she added, sighing.
I let out a burst of excitement, this day couldn’t now be any better, until, as if on cue, my little sister appeared behind her, pale as a ghost and sneezed…. Directly on me. I froze in absolute shock.
A slow realization crept in. I had made my decision… and somehow, it had led me here. Standing in the blast zone of a flu-powered sneeze, with only one result coming to me, a week in bed. Argh!
I wiped my face in horror, stepping back like I’d just been hit by something radioactive. Th
音樂風格
Groovy, Male Vocals, Pop