ficlet: The Music Is Love And You Are The Music
Title: The Music Is Love And You Are The Music
Author:
writinchica2k
Summary: Patrick's voice sends a thrill through him as always...
Rating: I 'unno, harmless PG?
Word count: 239
Disclaimer: How the heck am I supposed to know what goes on in Pete's head? All false.
Final note: Frankly, this is what happens when one overplays the bootleg covers (Ignition and Nothing Compares 2U FTMFW!) to the point it must be seriously unhealthy XD
Soon as the guitar licks begin for the song everyone knows so well and their cheers of excitement and recognition ring through the auditorium, Pete knows for the next few minutes none of the attention will be thrown his way. Which is really just fine with him, something he reflects on as Patrick grabs the mike and starts singing.
Patrick's voice sends a thrill through him as always, dulcet tones able to take on anything that comes its way. Of course some naysayers nay-say there's a problem with being able to sing anything, calling it all technical skill with no emotion.
But that's never been a problem for Patrick as far as the band or anyone can really attest. Just like all the greats, he can make a melody his own and still make you feel what he feels and see what he sees.
That is his gift to the world, something Pete knew from the first time he heard it. Whether he's giving frank but clever answers in interviews, stammering sweet nothings in private, or getting behind a mike and letting go of inhibition, Patrick's clear voice rings like a bell and mesmerizes everyone around.
As the song reaches its peak, Pete throws back his head and laughs in pure exhilaration. Any casual observer would think he's just having a great time rocking out, but he knows the real truth.
Patrick is not white noise, he is music.
Author:
writinchica2kSummary: Patrick's voice sends a thrill through him as always...
Rating: I 'unno, harmless PG?
Word count: 239
Disclaimer: How the heck am I supposed to know what goes on in Pete's head? All false.
Final note: Frankly, this is what happens when one overplays the bootleg covers (Ignition and Nothing Compares 2U FTMFW!) to the point it must be seriously unhealthy XD
Soon as the guitar licks begin for the song everyone knows so well and their cheers of excitement and recognition ring through the auditorium, Pete knows for the next few minutes none of the attention will be thrown his way. Which is really just fine with him, something he reflects on as Patrick grabs the mike and starts singing.
Patrick's voice sends a thrill through him as always, dulcet tones able to take on anything that comes its way. Of course some naysayers nay-say there's a problem with being able to sing anything, calling it all technical skill with no emotion.
But that's never been a problem for Patrick as far as the band or anyone can really attest. Just like all the greats, he can make a melody his own and still make you feel what he feels and see what he sees.
That is his gift to the world, something Pete knew from the first time he heard it. Whether he's giving frank but clever answers in interviews, stammering sweet nothings in private, or getting behind a mike and letting go of inhibition, Patrick's clear voice rings like a bell and mesmerizes everyone around.
As the song reaches its peak, Pete throws back his head and laughs in pure exhilaration. Any casual observer would think he's just having a great time rocking out, but he knows the real truth.
Patrick is not white noise, he is music.