Black Box
My first post on sf, tell me what you think
the song is black box by stan walker.
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Bolts ears perked up, hmmm?, he lifted his head from his paws, head tilted quizzically. What is that noise?
'Sending out a mayday,
we're going down.
The thing we could've done
would've turned it round.....'
He had been sleeping, dreaming of certain black feline, when he had been pulled from sleep by snippets of song, some beautiful voice was singing, but what, and who?
He stood and caught more words.
'Everything we had, scattered everywhere.
Searching through the wreckage of a love affair.
You got something to say?
Say it to me,
not everyone else.
You say that I'm to blame,
my words are in vain.
Don't go fooling yourself.'
He nosed his way out the door and padded quickly down the hall, stooping at the end and straining his head to listen, his sensitive ears caught more and he followed the sound,
'There's a little black box, yeah,
somewhere in the ocean,
holding all the truth about us.'
glancing at the clock on the wall on his way past
12:56, that's odd, who could be up this late?
He was running Now, barely reregistering the jumble of scents and smells that assaulted his nose on his way through the house, not noticing the one familiar scent in particular, his favorite smell of all...
'You may deny it, deny it,
but when I find it, find it,
I'm gonna play it aloud to the world.
A little black box, yeah.
A little black box, yeah.'
He reached the kitchen and looked at sliding glass door that led to the back balcony and, realizing it was locked, looked around for an alternate root, the voice was louder now.
I'm close!.
'There's alot of pressure when you get deep.
You left me on my own at six hundred feet.
I was looking round for a little help
but everyone was looking out for themselves.
You got something to say?
Say it to me,
not everyone else.
You say that I'm to blame,
my words are in vain.
You're fooling yourself.'
He looked up, noticed the open window and leapt, his claws scrabbling on the smooth granite surface of the counter.
'There's a little black box, yeah,
somewhere in the ocean,
holding all the truth about us.
It's a little black box,
a record of emotion,
everything that ever was.'
Tha-that voice, it's familiar... He strained to remember,
His eyes widened,
No..., it can't be, can it....
He jumped up from the counter onto the window sill, then down from the open window,
Ad his eyes took a moment t adjust to the bright silver light radiating from the full moon.
'You may deny it, deny it,
but when I find it, find it,
I'm gonna play it aloud to the world.
A little black box, yeah.
A little black box, yeah.'
His eyes adjusted, and he gasped at the familiar black shape perched on the wooden rail of the balcony, tail flicking gracefully
He gasped
'You can't stop a true survivor,
you'll discover that all on your own.
'Cause I'm a true survivor
and I'll be there after you're gone.
Long after you're gone,
long after your - ahh! Crap!, Bolt! Her voice trailed of, obtaining its usual heavy Brooklyn accent once more as she noticed him staring at her wide eyed, mouth open 'What are you doing here!' she stammered 'I was just.., um'
Bolt, recovering from his surprise, yipped out quickly 'mittens, why did you stop?, you have a beautiful voice, I never knew...'
'I'm embarrassed, no ones ever heard me sing before, it's kinda my secret shame..' she explained to him, blushing
'shame!?, don't be ashamed mittens, it's beautiful, so- so are you' he plowed on, trying to cover up what he had just said 'can you finish please, I would love to hear you again, please..' he begged, automatically using the dog face.
'well, I guess I could..' bolt wagged his tail happily 'thank you mittens, I won't tell anyone, I promise'
'ok, here go's nothing'
'You may deny it, deny it,
but when I find it, find it,
I'm gonna play it aloud to the world.
A little black box, yeah.
A little black box, yeah.'
She stuttered the first few lines, but after gaining her confidence again, her voice regained the silky smooth quality that it had when she sang.
'You can't stop a true survivor,
you'll discover that all on your own.
'Cause I'm a true survivor
and I'll be there after you're gone.
Long after you're gone,
long after you're gone.
There's a little black box, yeah,
somewhere in the ocean,
holding all the truth about us.
It's a little black box,
a record of emotion,
everything there ever was.
You may deny it, deny it,
but when I find it, find it,
I'm gonna play it aloud to the world.
A little black box, yeah.
A little black box, yeah.
Little black box
Little black box
Little black box'......
She trailed of... Her head bowed 'well?' she asked disappointedly, expecting the worse, she plucked up the courage to look at bolt, who had his eyes closed and a smile on his face.
He slowly opened them and beamed at her, 'that was amazing, you sing like an angle!' he babbled excitedly
'w-what?, really, you really like my singing?' she gushed 'I-I', she jumped down from the railing she had been sitting on and embraced bolt in a hug 'thank you so much, you have no idea how much that means to me, I'll never forget this, THANK YOU!'
Bolt sat frozen as she hugged him, 'your welcome mittens, it's true tho, you do have a beautiful voice'
She released him and circled him once him before lying down against his side, happy, she fell asleep there, comforted by his heavy breathing and strong, steady heart beat.
Bolt sat for a while, enjoying her reaction and her weight against his side, before he to lay down and fell asleep, thoughts of mittens still in his head.
The next morning he awoke, alone on the balcony, he stood and stretched, murring contentedly. He walked inside (through the door this time, which was open) he noticed penny, who was eating breakfast, and walked up to her, nuzzling her leg happily.
'hey buddy' she grinned down at him, crimson hair glowing in the bright morning sunlight 'how did you get outside?..." _i have my ways.. _she strached his head and he licked her hands, tasting pancakes.
after reciving the correct amount of attention from penny, he went off to search for mittens. after a while he found her sitting on top of the tv (seemed to be her favorite spot), grooming her paw.
the sight of her brought back memories of the night before
Was it all a dream? He wondered
her smile told him otherwise.