sgtmickey
Two Thousand Club
If I could do that do you think I would still be looking like this? I'm cursed with this body, but I want to find a girl who will love me despite this body of mine. He glowed a bright blue and sat up straight. He was ready to give it one last shot. He hoped for the best as he waited for another girl to appear. He wished on his luckiest stars that he'd meet just the right girl... He began putting on his his cutest face and hoped that it would attract someone to him. He moved his arm forward swiftly and changed his staff into a harp. He began to play his prettiest songs and he prayed for someone to hear his song and for once pay attention to him.
He played and he played and he played with such passion that it held a hypnotic tone to it almost. He closed his eyes and wondered what his new friend would look like....He didn't care much really. He instead wondered what they'd do when they met. He wondered what he'd say........He hoped that they wouldn't judge him by his appearance like they had for generations, like the girl before, Oh, how quick she was to judge he was ethereal and held no ties to regular cats and wouldn't have made anyone have an allergic reaction.... But this time it would be different, he would be as polite as he could as always and just let things flow like the music that he played. He began to glow bright neon colors as his tail's black smoke began to turn different colors too. He waved his tail side to side making a rainbow color show for the world to see. He played as passionately as he could, he began to sing a soft song to accompany his harp and it sounded just as good. He sung gently and beautifully and he tugged on the strings as his heart strings were close to snapped. But he continued on, he stayed hopeful for this long. He let the notes be carried through the air as his bird had woken up as he heard the sweet notes, the bird began to chirp along with him. " Let her the one to me, I promise I'll treat her like a queen, just please.... give me someone to love who loves me " he thought wistfully as he sung ever so smoothly. Each note was perfect, the small bird began planting the seeds on Ashes on the table, an array of beautiful flowers grew on the table. The scent of the fresh pine as well as the morning dew fluttered throughout the room. He poured water into the small groove he made in the table and sat on a lily pad as a small water fall poured out behind him as he continued to play his pretty melody.
He played and he played and he played with such passion that it held a hypnotic tone to it almost. He closed his eyes and wondered what his new friend would look like....He didn't care much really. He instead wondered what they'd do when they met. He wondered what he'd say........He hoped that they wouldn't judge him by his appearance like they had for generations, like the girl before, Oh, how quick she was to judge he was ethereal and held no ties to regular cats and wouldn't have made anyone have an allergic reaction.... But this time it would be different, he would be as polite as he could as always and just let things flow like the music that he played. He began to glow bright neon colors as his tail's black smoke began to turn different colors too. He waved his tail side to side making a rainbow color show for the world to see. He played as passionately as he could, he began to sing a soft song to accompany his harp and it sounded just as good. He sung gently and beautifully and he tugged on the strings as his heart strings were close to snapped. But he continued on, he stayed hopeful for this long. He let the notes be carried through the air as his bird had woken up as he heard the sweet notes, the bird began to chirp along with him. " Let her the one to me, I promise I'll treat her like a queen, just please.... give me someone to love who loves me " he thought wistfully as he sung ever so smoothly. Each note was perfect, the small bird began planting the seeds on Ashes on the table, an array of beautiful flowers grew on the table. The scent of the fresh pine as well as the morning dew fluttered throughout the room. He poured water into the small groove he made in the table and sat on a lily pad as a small water fall poured out behind him as he continued to play his pretty melody.
