in need of a shepard

[Amelia Isabelle Avare]

With a heavy sigh Amelia watched as the last rays of the sun dissapeared from sight as it descended behind the rooftops that surrounded her. It wouldn't be long till it would be completly dark and Amelia would once again be alone. Of course, she didn't have to be alone, she had her maid Marie and there was an extra room which the young maid could use. But Amelia had dismissed her for the evening and allowed the young girl to stay with her friends and family. After all, she didn't need Marie during the night and it would only make her feel uncomfortable if she knew someone was watching her. The dark hours of the night was when Amelia practised her singing and her piano playing; although she was normally quite a confident women she often got nervous when singing around others in case her voice wasn't good enough. She was very concious about her voice, and she didn't take too well to insults over her singing.

But she had come to Paris in high hopes of gaining confidence and singing in the famous Opera Populair. Sadly though when she had arrived in Paris the opera house had been burnt to the ground. When she had talked to people, she had discovered it had burnt down ten years ago and now that it was destroyed, her high hopes of becoming an opera singer were gone. Of course she could go to the Opera Magnificant, but she had heard it was tough to get in there so for now all she had to do was continue on with her teacher and train her voice to perfection.

As the moon began to rise, Amelia looked down at the letter she had received earlier that day from her father. He was currently on tour in Europe performing to hundreds of adoring fans and often wrote to her to ask how she was and to let her know where he was. Looking at the letter she found herself thinking over the past few months she had left her family and friends behind, moved here, gotten a maid and had been getting to know a few people that lived around her and from that she had learnt of what had happened to the Opera Populair not many people liked to talk of it but there had been many mentions of a ghost. She was a Christian and she believed in no ghosts only the Lord and the holy spirit, and all this talk of a ghost haunting the opera house amused her greatly. It was probably tricks and ilusions, or some simple girl making up stories; but looking at people she had seen that this silly fantasy had gotten quite deep. Even her maid who had once worked in the opera house spoke about this apparent ghost and and she feared for the people around her, it was not good to live in a world of dreams.

Looking at her clock, she decided that it was a good time to start her practice. Rising from her chair she opened the large doors that led out onto her balcony and pulled the thin curtains across to add as a small shield against the elements. It was slightly warm inside and she needed a cool breeze. Making her way to the small piano in the corner of her room she stroked the keys softly and sat down on the piano stool. Breathing deeply, she put her hand on her stomach area and closed her eyes. Memories flooded her mind; memories of her father, the very man who had started her teaching in singing. She missed her friends, so many of them were married and some even had children. But did she? Placing her fingers on the keys she began to play one of her favourite Gershwin songs that her mother had often sung to her.

"There's a saying old
Says that love is blind.
Still we're often told
"Seek and ye shall find."
So I'm going to seek a cenain lad I've had in mind.
Looking ev'rywhere,
Haven't found him yet;
He's the big affair I cannot forget -
Only man I ever think of with regret.
I'd like to add his initial to my monogram.
Tell me, where is the shepherd for this lost lamb?"

She sung softly as she began to connect with her secret emotions, nothing in her words lied. Every word spoke truth to her, and indeed to others. But even if the words she sung could relate to anyone and everyone... right now they were personal to her and only her.

"There's a somebody I'm longing to see:
I hope that he
Turns out to be
Someone who'll watch over me.
I'm a little lamb who's lost in the wood;
I know I could
Always be good
To one who'll watch over me.
Although he may not be the man some
Girls think of as handsome,
To my heart he carries the key
Don't you tell him, please, to put on some speed,
Follow my lead? Oh, how I need
Someone to watch over me"

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NOTES: DONE | WORDS: 854 | TAGGED: OPEN
LYRICS: NO FLOODS BY LADY GAGA | CREDITS: BOOGIE @ CAUTION 2.0