In literature a drama genre deserves your attention. Dramas are usually called plays. Every person is made up of two parts: good and evil. Due to life circumstances, the human reveals one or another side of his nature. In drama we can see the full range of emotions : it can be love, jealousy, hatred, fear, etc. The best drama books are full of dialogue. This type of drama is one of the oldest forms of storytelling and has existed almost since the beginning of humanity. Drama genre - these are events that involve a lot of people. People most often suffer in this genre, because they are selfish. People always think to themselves first, they want have a benefit.What a Wonderful World by Undefined (top 10 novels txt) 📖
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the window at the place I had called home as I drove to my new future.
" Now sing that all again and this time no mess ups or pauses." I had been in the studio for five hours now.
I began to sing, again. " Ohh tell me tell me. Why did you leave break weave. Hoooold onto lost memories.." I was done and I looked at the producer and studio worker. They nodded and I took the headphones off.
The studio worker left and the producer came in.
His name was Matthew and was the best producer out there. He sat next to me.
" You're doing really well. I think that you'll go all the way." he said.
I smiled to myself. " Really?"
" Oh yeah sure. You got it. Composer. The voice. The looks." each pause he moved closer.
I scooted away.
" Oh come on. This would get you even farther into life. And it would get me pretty far too." he smiled down at me.
I pushed him away but he grabbed me. " Stop!" I yelled hoping someone would hear.
" Shut up! Now come on be a good girl." he said holding me tighter.
I kicked up and he fell to the floor holding his stomach. I grabbed my wallet and ran. I vanished into the deep parts of L.A. And stopped.
I was back in the ghetto.
I was back where I started.
I huddled up next to a pay phone. I had called Christian ten times already. Each time he didn't answer. Alex sat with me, looking at me with concern.
I hummed softly, trying to sooth myself. What a Wonderful World played again and again. I held onto the song as if it were a life source. It was my life source.
I felt rejected and lost. I wanted to go back to the prison and stay there. At least there I knew I was safe.
Here I was lost.
I stood and grabbed the phone again. I dialed and let it ring.
Finally someone picked up. A giggling girl answered. " Hello." she laughed.
" Hi. Is Christian there?" I asked feeling lost even more by hearing a girl answer his phone.
" No. He's busy. Bye." there was more laughing and I didn't care much to know what "busy" meant.
I slammed the phone down and left.
It was over. I was meant for the streets. It was the only home I had.
I unfolded my coat and laid on top. The cold wind stung at my cheeks. The night engulfed me slowly as the last rays of light left the world. I longed for Christian and for love. It had been so long since I had felt that warm feeling of love from anyone.
My head hurt and I felt sick. I hated it all. My life was going nowhere and I'd be on the street for the rest of my life.
I also bubbled with hate. Christian was messing around with some girl right now while I died slowly in a dark alleyway. Things were just never balanced.
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" Now sing that all again and this time no mess ups or pauses." I had been in the studio for five hours now.
I began to sing, again. " Ohh tell me tell me. Why did you leave break weave. Hoooold onto lost memories.." I was done and I looked at the producer and studio worker. They nodded and I took the headphones off.
The studio worker left and the producer came in.
His name was Matthew and was the best producer out there. He sat next to me.
" You're doing really well. I think that you'll go all the way." he said.
I smiled to myself. " Really?"
" Oh yeah sure. You got it. Composer. The voice. The looks." each pause he moved closer.
I scooted away.
" Oh come on. This would get you even farther into life. And it would get me pretty far too." he smiled down at me.
I pushed him away but he grabbed me. " Stop!" I yelled hoping someone would hear.
" Shut up! Now come on be a good girl." he said holding me tighter.
I kicked up and he fell to the floor holding his stomach. I grabbed my wallet and ran. I vanished into the deep parts of L.A. And stopped.
I was back in the ghetto.
I was back where I started.
I huddled up next to a pay phone. I had called Christian ten times already. Each time he didn't answer. Alex sat with me, looking at me with concern.
I hummed softly, trying to sooth myself. What a Wonderful World played again and again. I held onto the song as if it were a life source. It was my life source.
I felt rejected and lost. I wanted to go back to the prison and stay there. At least there I knew I was safe.
Here I was lost.
I stood and grabbed the phone again. I dialed and let it ring.
Finally someone picked up. A giggling girl answered. " Hello." she laughed.
" Hi. Is Christian there?" I asked feeling lost even more by hearing a girl answer his phone.
" No. He's busy. Bye." there was more laughing and I didn't care much to know what "busy" meant.
I slammed the phone down and left.
It was over. I was meant for the streets. It was the only home I had.
I unfolded my coat and laid on top. The cold wind stung at my cheeks. The night engulfed me slowly as the last rays of light left the world. I longed for Christian and for love. It had been so long since I had felt that warm feeling of love from anyone.
My head hurt and I felt sick. I hated it all. My life was going nowhere and I'd be on the street for the rest of my life.
I also bubbled with hate. Christian was messing around with some girl right now while I died slowly in a dark alleyway. Things were just never balanced.
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