Millennium's Spec

Here I write, cut music, arrange songs and sometimes dabble in art.

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Now nothing's changed. I still wanna kill myself every now and then. But I've changed to become an educator. How traumatising it would be for a kid to find their teacher killed themselves.

And I have no one to talk to with. My parents hate me. My brother hates me. And according to them I'll lose my friends too.

People are the face of the Earth. That’s what one of my friends would say. ‘We’re never heard by others. We deserve to be heard. We know how to make a difference.’ But in such a world, where none would pay attention to us children, who’s desperate cries fall upon deaf ears. The ones above, who “speak” for us. Chelsea has always believed that.

In an ironic turn of events, there is no need to speak, as they’ve made their mark. Just not in the way they may have wanted to. The buildings we’ve made, the twisted metal and shining glass. It stands before us, stretching into the sky, disappearing into the clouds. A trophy to those who are rich, but the opposite to those who are poor. ‘Actions speak louder than words, you know?’ And to every friend, there is someone to fight. Emma had always known, that speaking with no support would do nothing. ‘Well so what if they do? My action is to yell at the top of my voice. You can’t tell me that’s not loud.’ And here I am to sit in midst of the action, in the middle of the park, ready to do something.

‘Chelsea, what good are you to spread to the world, if all you do, is add to the noise, deafening those who speak below you?’ These two will always quarrel, whether it be at a park or a home, during the night or the day. To my relief Emma was able to cause an end to Chelsea’s rant, to my relief. Yet here she speaks again. ‘Well, what if I am to speak for those who need a voice.’ The quarrelling never ends, and a rebuttal from Emma would not be unheard of. ‘I for one, wouldn’t know. As we stand right now, who is to listen to you? I would do anything, to shut you up until you do something that will make people respect you. Make yourself a reputation.’

‘Maybe I will. Then you will listen to me.’ Chelsea fights back, only to be knocked down by Emma. ‘And by then you would have lost your ideals. You’ll never keep them. You’ll be at a loss, and once you have made your “reputation”, you won’t even know why you’d have done it.’

People are the face of the Earth. That’s what one of my friends would say. ‘We’re never heard by others. We deserve to be heard. We know how to make a difference.’ But in such a world, where none would pay attention to us children, who’s desperate cries fall upon deaf ears. The ones above, who “speak” for us. Chelsea has always believed that.

In an ironic turn of events, there is no need to speak, as they’ve made their mark. Just not in the way they may have wanted to. The buildings we’ve made, the twisted metal and shining glass. It stands before us, stretching into the sky, disappearing into the clouds. A trophy to those who are rich, but the opposite to those who are poor. ‘Actions speak louder than words, you know?’ And to every friend, there is someone to fight. Emma had always known, that speaking with no support would do nothing. ‘Well so what if they do? My action is to yell at the top of my voice. You can’t tell me that’s not loud.’ And here I am to sit in midst of the action, in the middle of the park, ready to do something.

‘Chelsea, what good are you to spread to the world, if all you do, is add to the noise, deafening those who speak below you?’ These two will always quarrel, whether it be at a park or a home, during the night or the day. To my relief Emma was able to cause an end to Chelsea’s rant, to my relief. Yet here she speaks again. ‘Well, what if I am to speak for those who need a voice.’ The quarrelling never ends, and a rebuttal from Emma would not be unheard of. ‘I for one, wouldn’t know. As we stand right now, who is to listen to you? I would do anything, to shut you up until you do something that will make people respect you. Make yourself a reputation.’

‘Maybe I will. Then you will listen to me.’ Chelsea fights back, only to be knocked down by Emma. ‘And by then you would have lost your ideals. You’ll never keep them. You’ll be at a loss, and once you have made your “reputation”, you won’t even know why you’d have done it.’

I don't think Musescore likes this really long arrangement, so I'll upload my song here. Here's a medley of Seventeen songs since Adore U to Love, Fame, Money.

Annoyingly, the song file is too big, so here's a link to the drive.

Honestly one of the more challenging songs I arranged, but I think it still sounds pre good

This song is so shortt DD: but here's the arrangement

First half of CBZ by BSS cause this song was fireee

Another of my faves but lowk kinda hard so only half :(