Symphonie Fantastique
- Hector B. - composition assignment -
I. It's hard out here for an artist, all these emotions and nowhere to put them... until I meet this girl and she is hot! She makes me laugh. She makes me cry. She makes me mad. Wonder what would happen if I ever had an actual conversation with her. I couldn't stand it.
II. Dance time and she won't dance with me. I see her everywhere, even when it's only someone who looks like her. Usually with other men. Darn it. I need some air.
III. Out in the country - that's a good idea, wonder if she'd respond to one of those cattle calls. That cow. I told her to meet me out here, but it's past time and she's nowhere to be found. And she gave me a fake number. And it's starting to rain.
IV. Can't stand it, must go home and get stoned, really stoned... (waits for drugs to take effect) That's it, I'm going to kill the b!tch. (dreaming, rather really tripping) Just did it, that was quick, now they're going to cut off my head. Give me a little more time please, I can explain. They're all laughing at me. Fine, I'll use these last few seconds to think about her. Off goes my head, hear it bounce.
V. How many people get to watch their own funeral? OK guys, this isn't Halloween, take off your costumes. Never mind, they're real ghosts and demons. Guess my friends don't go to funerals for murderers. It's some sort of black mass... oh look, she's here! She finally feels for me... wait, how come I never noticed she was just a cheap trashy wh@re? And she's joining her devil worshipping friends, laughing at me. THAT WITCH.
VI. Wake up with a huge headache, on top of a pile of blank staff paper, must write something... end on a hopeful note, maybe she'll appreciate me if I write a symphony for her... but maybe she really is just a little witch, it's not like we know each other very well... never mind, this is weak. End with movement V instead, it sounds cool.