READ ALL: Hi! This entry is WRITING AND SINGING. It’s a song and a writing piece related to the song, in the n+c. Please judge the writing and the singing equally. I recommend listening to the song first. The song is Undo by Sanna Nielsen. Let’s have a moment of silence for all the headphone users at 100 percent volume- This song was really tricky to sing. I haven’t practiced this song in a long time but I felt like it was really powerful so I chose it. The u-u-undo part in the chorus was the worst, you had to go up and down and down and up and up? My pitch was horrible. The writing part is my favorite, please read it! I also put a forever loop, so it'll keep repeating — I sound like a six year old- I’ll try harder in the future- my little sister was watching YouTube outside on the TV and my grandma kept walking around- -- Creds Undo - Sanna Nielsen Harry Potter for a name that I adapted cause why not my brain was empty
Tw d3@th, c@nc3r and other sensitive topics: Sometimes, wishes don’t come true. For me, I don’t think they ever do. “Am I wishing wrong?” I always think at 3 AM, awoken by the sound of an ambulance or something. Besides, why sleep? It’s not like I can anyway. I had wished my great-grandpa and dad wouldn’t die and they did eventually. I wished my brother, who was in the hospital, wouldn’t be blind. He is. It was my birthday and he and Mom were going to shop for things to surprise me. A sleepy driver crashed into us. Fortunately, nobody died, but Chris got blinded. Not permanently, but for a while, and it was gonna be hard without him. Guilt is building up in me… because it was all my fault. I enjoyed birthdays too much. Whenever they gave me surprises, I squealed with joy and hugged everyone. I should’ve punched them in the face and act uninterested. That way they would’ve never had to buy anything for me again. I am that stubborn. Mom always says stubbornness is a bad trait I probably inherited from my father. I didn’t listen and now I wish I did. I wish. My wishes don’t come true. I wish I could undo my sad. My pain. I don’t want any. I don’t want to keep suffering. My friend moved away. I’m called a nerd at school. Great-grandpa died and Chris is blind. Father died of cancer. Why should this happen to /me/? What have I done that made me deserve this? How do wishes get granted? Are there angels up in heaven that read our wishes on a piece of beige paper and decide to grant them or not? If that’s the case, they must really hate me. I was scrolling through my phone at 12 AM, reading Hamilton memes. They always seemed to make my day better. The siren of an ambulance blasted my ear. I slipped my slippers on and peeked through the windows. Ambulances driving through the city were my only source of entertainment besides memes of broadway musicals. Little did I know, a fairy had poofed behind me. I turned around. “GAH!” I grabbed the fairy. Her wings trembled through my fingers. “Are you a huge teal mosquito?” I breathed heavily and my heartbeat was probably more than 200 bpm. “No! Let me go!” The fairy squeaked. I jumped and punched my fist. Giant teal mosquitos did /not/ talk. “I’m here to confront you.” She spat in a muffled voice. “I know your wishes haven’t been granted. Blame that on Bertha, seriously, she never listens to anyone’s wishes, goes all about boasting about her beautiful wavy blonde hair, the conditioner she uses and that she’s never had acne her whole life—“ I stared. “F-fairies grant wishes?” “DUH! Could you please let me go?” I revealed my palm slowly. She flew right out and dusted her tiny wings. “Now grant all my wishes!” “Sorry, it’s too late now. The things you were dreading has already passed, and I’m no time-keeper Angel.” “Why has everyone been ignoring me?” “Look, I have no time for this conversation or Professor McGonnafairy is totally gonna beat me up for escaping to humans. All you should know is… you’re not alone. People are suffering every day. Just move on and be happy. The ones you love may be gone or blinded, but that doesn’t mean you can’t be happy. Smile, and enjoy what you still have. Your mom and brother, who will see again soon. Your Hamilton memes. Fairies like me.” I did smile. This happened all a bit too fast, but I liked it. “I have to go now, or Bertha is gonna be jealous.” The fairy winked, and flew away with no time for me to say goodbye. Who knew such an annoying thing could be so inspirational. Father said I should never give up. I shouldn’t let the flaws of the world get to me, because I am one of them. I have bad traits. I have good ones. And I don’t have the power to undo flaws of the world. But I do have the power to be happy. I will be.
