Sound Track of My Life

California Clark

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By Mumford and Sons

The lyrics of this song describe how I feel about love. I want to see it and experience it in every perfect way possible. I want to know what it's like to have something right for a change, "the way it was made to be," especially love. And when it doesn't work out, because nothing is perfect in life, my heart will weep for the "alignment" of my heart with another. I also want know a love that "will not betray me, dismay or enslave me." I want one that will "set me free" from worry, burden, independence, and loneliness. I want someone to love me even if "my heart was never pure." I also want to provide someone with the same support, love, and care. I want to help someone "be the man they were made to be." I want for both of us to be able to "sigh no more, no more."

By Mumford and Sons

My dad has recently tried to start being a father. He makes calls and sends birthday cards, but he doesn't understand how to not make life about him. I always want him to "spare me his judgments and spare me his dreams/cause recently mine have been tearing my seams." Though it may sound selfish, he never focuses on me, the child he left alone in the wind of poverty and the rain of being without a father figure. This is not out of self pity like some would assume. I, peculiarly enough, have the view of one who questions my father's actions and reasons, not one who pities me. "I sit alone in this winter clarity" of his narcissism "which clouds my mind." I cannot comprehend how he can think of himself and relate everything back to him or how he can think himself such a smart choice for anyone to know and care for. Though I don't like the choices he's made or the things he has caused, I hope that he "takes the spade from my hands and fills in the holes he's made" by getting a steady job and start sending child support like he has promised to do for two years. I hope for his sake he "doesn't cover himself with thistle and weeds."

By Fergie, Ft. Goonrock, Q-Tip

My Sweet 16 is coming in the spring and it has a Gatsby theme. The theme is more about the parties than the tragedy of the book. He threw the largest parties in Manhattan at the time and the characters in the book seemed to have quite a bit of fun. And that's what I'm hoping for. I want to be able to lose myself in the fun of the night. I want to get dressed up and dance until I drop. I want to not worry about anything for one night and have fun with my friends. I want to let loose. I want there to be attention but I don't want to be the center of attention. I hope it will look absolutely amazing. The food will be great, I hope, and it will be a memorable night. After all, a little party never killed nobody.

By Frank Sinatra

I want to live in New York City for a year if life will allow. I have visited before but the idea of living in the city is very appealing to me. I want to be able to see the hustle and bustle of the city and be a part of it. I like the idea of finding a "hole-in-the-wall" coffee shop or restaurant that is really good. Though I can do that somewhat in the cities in the state, It's nothing like New York. I want to be able meet someone famous casually and without knowing their famous. I want o see the different cultures of the city. I want to see China Town and Little Italy without having a destination. I want to go to central park and see the flowers and the snow and the landmarks and movie shots.

by Steve Holy

We got our cat, Jane, one and a half years ago. She has the most personality of any pet my has ever had. My family completely fell in love with her when we first saw her. When she came to us, her eyes and ears were closed. We had to bottle feed her and clean up after her constantly. She could never meow normally because, when she was found, she meowed for over an hour and that damaged her. It only added to her personality. When she would sleep, sometimes I would hold her and she would be so cute and warm. That's why I chose the song "Good Morning Beautiful."

By Rhiana

It was the first time I had taken my solo to competition. I was so scared and nervous. I don't remember anything before the performance except for that feeling. I was back stage in my pointe shoes warming up like someone mad. They called my number and I walked up to the wing. I painted my smile over my nerves. The music played and I went jumping across the stage. The music got quiet like always and I stopped. I flicked my hands like normal. I began traveling with my tiny foot motions. Almost there. Jumps. Arms go to position. Other side. Jumps. Arms. Last time. Almost. Slip. Catch. Adrenaline. Jump. Smile. Fifth position. And after a long series of motions jumps and turns, done. I bow and walk off stage. Nerves set in on my way to the dressing room. I then have to wait for the awards ceremony. After a few other dances, they call all the soloists to the stage. Announcements begin, then awards are given. They start with the division below me. Another ten minutes passes and they start with my division. I wait for my number. I hear it and the award High Gold. Wow, I must have done better than I thought. Then on to over all division scores. They started with Tenth. Emily, my sister, was seventh. I didn't even hope to think my number would be called, but they called it. Second. I got second overall. How? I fell. I kept going but I fell. That's how. It had to be. I didn't fall. I learned.