Er hat genau gewusst, wie sehr es dich verletzt. Er wusste, was sein Verhalten in dir auslöst. Und trotzdem hat er sich dafĂŒr entschieden. Nicht aus Unwissenheit. Sondern weil dein Schmerz fĂŒr ihn in diesem Moment keine Rolle gespielt hat.
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âThe most disappointing part of TRON: Ares isn't even Jared Leto deciding mid-sentence that he doesn't want to be there; itâs actually how lackluster Trent Reznorâs music is.
âWhen I saw that Nine Inch Nails was chosen for the OST, I was hyped. I thought, "Damn, itâs electronic but organicâI can see the vision." But how was I to know they were chosen as a sacrifice to bring a "budget" version of Vangelis back to life? We all know Vangelis, man. You donât need to make a "Vangelis type beat"âyouâre a legend in your own right.
âYou can feel they had a general idea of what "TRON" should sound like, but they couldn't bridge the gap to the actual themes of the movie. This is the first TRON film that spends 80% of its runtime in the real world. Itâs a story about the transition from electronic to organicâthe inverse of the first two movies. The oppressive barrage of synths works only because itâs an action movie, not because itâs the right creative decision for this story.
âJuxtaposition between the organic and the digital should have been the golden rule for every track on this OST. Synths that sound like voices? Coolâlayer them for eternity until it feels like 100 people talking at once. Massive, distorted synths that make your head buzz? Sickâlayer them against live percussion. Want to do a house track? Use live instruments and taiko drums. Throw in some opera singers using Travis Scottâs autotune settings.
âIf I were the music supervisor, here are a few artists who would have... nailed... the job:
âGesaffelstein: Specifically the vibe of "OPR."
âCharli XCX: Think "Wall of Sound" or "Be With"
âSOHN: For the atmosphere and the idea of repetition that he captured in "The Wheel."
Wo fange ich nur an mit meinen Gedanken, alles was ich will bist du. Und ja das stimmt, das ist die Wahrheit. Egal wie viel scheiĂe ich gebaut habe und wie viel Leid und Schmerz ich dir zugefĂŒgt habe. Du bist es die ich will. Und es ist so schmerzhaft zu verstehen, was ich ĂŒberhaupt getan habe, es sei mal dahin gestellt, was ich alles hatte. Ich wĂ€hle dich nicht weil du die letzte Option bist oder deinen Selbstwert nicht kennst. Ich glaube eigentlich weiĂt du sogar ziemlich gut wie viel du wert bist. Ich wĂ€hle dich weil in all dieser Zeit egal was auch war und wie viel Höhen und Tiefen wir hatten, immer aber auch wirklich immer alles durchgestanden haben. Mein Leben, unser ist Wertvoller als alles andere fĂŒr unseren Sohn, unsere Kinder. Ich werde sagen was fĂŒr ein Riesen Fehler ich damals gemacht habe, das es eine Zeit gab, Inder so war wie ich hĂ€tte sein sollen. Und es uns als Familie nur gibt, weil eure Mutter so stark ist und mich nicht Aufgegeben hat. Und wenn ich euch das erzĂ€hle werdet ich mich schĂ€men, ich werde weinen, das ich solch ein Unmensch war in einer solch wichtigen Zeit. Genau so aber werde ich auch zeigen, wie schön die Dinge waren und sind. Und werde euch eine wichtige Lektion mit ins Leben geben und das ihr niemals mit den GefĂŒhlen anderer spielen sollt und das ihr immer ehrlich sein sollt, egal wie weh es euch oder dem gegenĂŒber weh tut. Jeder hat die Wahrheit verdient. Ich werde euch davon erzĂ€hlen wie Mama und Papa im Regen getanzt haben, durch Schlamm gestapft sind, worin die Schuhe versanken, Pommes sĂŒĂ sauer vom McDonaldâs gegessen haben. Mama die gröĂte ist trotz ihre Körper GröĂe. Das alles und noch mehr werde ich euch erzĂ€hlen, mal wenn wir ins Bett gehen oder beim grillen. Mama hat an diesem uns festgehalten und deswegen sitzen wir hier, nur deswegen und dafĂŒr wird Papa ihr auf ewig dankbar sein und macht immer den Abwasch, meistens. Ich danke dir, fĂŒr alles was du Tag tĂ€glich fĂŒr uns gibst, auch in schweren Zeiten bist du fĂŒr uns da. Ich werde dir vielleicht niemals das zurĂŒckgeben können, aber ich kann es versuchen. Ich liebe dich.
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You read the text message through the notification that just popped up at your screen. It was from Eric, so obviously you felt like blushing a little â he was not your boyfriend, but it was almost like that. You both have been friends since you can remember but one night it just happened that you guys exchanged drunken kisses at a party and never actually stopped the kissing, even if neither of you had a single drop of alcohol.
You had your suspicions that he was just messaging you so you two could make out a little before class started. It was a little early in the morning for that, you thought to yourself, as you were still not fully awaken, but you headed to the stairs anyway, as you were not opposed to making out with him at all. As you reached the last steps, you took your phone from your pocket and typed âalready hereâ then sent to him.
You heard a notification sound coming from somewhere, but you knew it wasn't your phone that rang. From out of some big plants, Eric appeared â not dressed in his regular clothes. The often comfy gray sweatpants and hoodie were gone. He was dressed like you've never seen him before, so at the same time you felt curious as to why he was wearing a blazer and a pair of matching pants, you felt like he was planning something and that kinda scared you.Â
He saw the amusement and confusion in your eyes and walked towards you, brushing his blonde hair with his fingers and giving a little twirl so you could admire him from a 360° perspective.Â
âHow do I Look?â he asks, a smile forming at his lips.
âYou look â different.â you said, taking some steps around him, examining his new outfit and nodding your head at every detail, it was a very well made suit, with fine fabric and invisible but strong stitches. âI like it, if it's that what you're asking.â
âNow we have to find you a dress that matches.â
âIâm sorryâ you stared at his round playful eyes while his hands ran through the suit, entering all the pockets as if he was looking for something. And that's when you realized what that was all about. But not to disappoint him, you kept playing dumb âI don't know what youâve might possibly been talking about.â
He finally finds what he was looking for, in the pocket inside his blazer - tickets for the prom. He smiled so brightly at you while holding the tickets, you had to fight the urge to rush to him and kiss him. Gosh he was just so adorable.
âI bought thisâ he pointed at the outfit âso we could go to prom together. I mean, if you want to. Because if you don't then I-â You couldn't wait anymore, so you dropped your bag on the floor and rushed to him. What do you mean if I want to? You went straight at him, your hands holding both sides of his face and bringing his head to yours, making your lips touch. It was a rather tender kiss. He was surprised at first but followed you and returned the kiss, placing one of his hands at the small of your back and the other on your cheek, and you could feel him smiling all the way while your lips were still together. He brought your body closer to his but separated your mouths, taking his hand from your back and laying it on your other cheek, squeezing your face as he asked âso is that a yes?â
âIt dependsâ you said and laughed to yourself, as you observed the light on his face disappearing. You took a step back and stared at him, arching one of your eyebrows and proclaiming âon how good of a dancer you are.â He started breathing again, you didn't even noticed that he held his breath. The playfulness flushed through his body once again and he became the Eric youâve ever known.Â
âSo there's just one way for me to proving be deserving of such great honorâ he bowed in front of you in the most ridiculous way someone could and stand his hand to yours. âCan i have this dance?â he asked, keeping his head down. You laughed at him but held his hand. He immediately put his body in position, and you couldn't stop laughing at every move he displayed - it was of course an intentional tone of ridiculousness but he was willing to get your approval as a great dancer, so after some spins, he started dancing with you like he was meant to.
Your eyes were connected the entire time. He held your hand with his right hand and placed his left hand on your waist. His feet were fast, but followed a rhythm you didn't expect. That was a side of him you didn't know existed - but now you wished it never went away. He was a great dancer, but he was even more skilled at making you feel all the butterflies in your stomach. His dark eyes saying a thousand words his mouth never could. At that moment, you felt shivers down your spine, as if cold air just brushed through your skin. He was looking at you, staring at your heart with his own. And then you felt, a single drop of water falling from the sky. And then another, and another, but none of them really bothering you.
You haven't noticed how none of you were dancing anymore. You two just stared at each other, your breaths panting as the rain made it harder to breathe normally. Your hands held the ends of his blazer and his fingers gently caressed your arms. âSo, what do you say?â he smiles at you, almost screaming so you could hear him. You lifted your arms, putting them around his neck and making his eyes even closer to yours, to make sure he felt the sincerity of your words.Â
âOh, Eric, you can have all the dances you want. For the rest of our lives.â He held your waist and lifted you from your feet, kissing you one last, passionate time.
