Requiem for an April’s night
Do you believe in stories about love at first sight?
Well, allow me to give you one that involves every single feeling, but at the end a requiem was the music
paste to calm this lonely heart beat.
William was his name. No memories from the past were able to wet his soul, because a”er all, he never
felt for a felling. As he used to said, “There is only one life and I ain’t gonna live forever”.
He used to exist in the fast lane, but any of his adventures prepared him for what happened that
Thursday night of a cold April.
As he recalls, this is what happened and let me warn you that sometimes he could be a li*le corny, but I
guess this is what happens when a pseudo though guy falls into the night to open his heart.
This is William’s requiem for a dream, a requiem for an April’s Night
I was gathering courage to express my music to the strict judges of a karaoke machine. I love to sing,
even though people tend to not love my singing all the )me. Anyway, my plan for that night was to meet
some friends at Apella to celebrate Christen’s birthday through the ancient art of chan)ng while hydrate
our throats with the finest moonshine on earth, Hectar.
I got there and my peeps were already abusing a li*le too much of the crazy water. My suspec)ng was
