Imagine a girl, around the age of sixteen, sitting near the edge of a cliff in a forest overlooking the beach as the sunsets. Her white sundress is tinted orange by sunlight, and her golden blonde coils tossed about by the wind sparkle like liquid gold. As she sits cross-legged while looking down at her guitar, her wide boater hat with its oversized brim casts a shadow over her dark complexion tanned even further from prolonged exposure to the sun exposure. If one looked closely they could see a black string around her neck, on it a tiny bone-white harp was unevenly split into two. Her small dark peach lips purse as she hesitantly strums at her guitar in her lap.
What's this new feeling
tugging at my heart?
Since when did my own thoughts (<- has an ^ and v rhythm here)
become a stranger?~ (~ = hold on straaaaaangeeeeer)
"You want to what?"
At this same time, one of the guards among the seven heading towards the National Museum of Lacrima, cried out when as he spoke to his two comrades.
There's this unfamiliar feeling
I can't define~ inside my chest,
I didn't think it'd ever be in danger~ (*it'd = referring to her heart)
"Relax." His purple-haired compatriot placed a hand on the redhead's shoulder. His silver septum ring glittered from the sun setting nearby.
"You don't have to come if you're not on board, just be our lookout."
"But we're your about to do is a crime! Stealing a national treasure? If you get caught things won't simply end with a slap on the wrist!" The redhead tried to change their mind.
"We've already been to prison, it can't get any worse than that." A black-haired fellow grinned. His teeth exposing his silver canines. "It's not like we're committing mass murder."
Meanwhile, Assana furrowed her gold brows as a wave of emotion hits her.
Oh, how I love him-
How I love him-
How I love him -
How I love him-
How I love him-
Ohhhh....
(Repeats again but at the end)
OhhhhhhOH!
Assana begins to strum more passionately, as her voice goes higher.
Every time he smiles at me,
I can feel him reeling at my heart!
And every time he makes me laugh,
I feel like I've been caught!
Sometimes I feel like a fish in his palm, yet
Oh, how I love him-
how I love him-
how I love him-
how I love him -
How I love him-
OhhhhOhhhh!
"B-but..." The redhead tries reasoning with his buddies but they walk ahead of him. He lowered his head. If they were gone, things wouldn't be as fun anymore. "Do you guys really have to do this?"
The dark-haired fellow stopped walking.
"Mmm. Though, if you ever change your mind. You're always free to join us, Bobby."
"Stop talking nonsense! I- I'm not like the two of you, I'm not already criminals!" He shouted.
His compatriots stared at him but they didn't say anything. The dark-haired one just grinned.
"What're you so worried about? Just carry on like normal then."
Assana suddenly seemed dissatisfied. Perhaps embarrassed of her own feelings. She had lived this long by herself, she didn't need some stranger coming around making weird declarations.
Who do you think you are
to tell me what to feel?!
What makes him think he knows anything about me?
She continues to strum but doesn't sing, her angry gaze collapsing into bitter resignation.
But when he looks at me like that,
I feel like I was his from the start...
She lowers her head.
Bobby lowers his head.
Assana: There's no need to part...
Bobby clutches his chest.
Assana: Since he already has my heart!
Bobby and Assana in unison groan together in bitter frustration: UGH!
As Assana strums she tilts up her head, and her hat veils her eyes as bitter tears stream down her face.
Bobby wipes away at his tears and shakes his head.
"Those guys are crazy, there's no way they'll go through with it. Right! There's no need to freak out!"
But Oh, How I love him... (her singing is slower here.)
How I love him...
How I love him....
How I love him.....
How I love him....OhhhhhhOhhhhh...
(Repeats)
"Then, I'll see you on night shift." Said the dark-haired fellow to his purple-haired co-worker. Who simply held up a hand before continuing on.
Assana once again refuses to accept her own feelings and becomes angry.
DAMN MAN!
YA DAMN MAN!
YA DAMN MAN!
When we first met
my heart gave me a warning
but I couldn't hear it.
DAMN MAN!
YA DAMN MAN!
YA DAMN MAN!
I was thinking I might make a new friend!~
Aside from her relatives, she never had someone she could call a real friend. She had always been by herself, for the longest she didn't mind it. She thought it's what she deserved....
DAMN MAN!
YA DAMN MAN!
YA DAMN MAN!
He declared I'd be his women in the end,
he's such a DAMN MAN!
She calms down and exhales, and the ferocity of her strums became less powerful.
Nobody told me this is what love was like,
a game of catch and throwing the hook in.
I feel like I never had a chance at this game,
since his first line hook and had me reeling
Oh-uoh!
His arrogance and brazen bluntness
would piss any woman off
but that same straight-forward way of speaking
shocked me to my core,
broke down all my defenses,
No one had ever spoken to me that way before...
Her lips curl against her will and that pisses her off, her smile twitches but in the end, she purses her lips and relaxes.
And Ohhhhh, How I love him~ (Her tone is a lot richer here, unhurried and stresses words)
How I love him~
How I love him~
How I... love him~
How I love him~
OhhhhhOhhhhh..
(Repeats)
In the end, she didn't move. Her cheeks were stained with tears and her mind and body were exhausted. She felt like she just finished a battle against herself. She raised her feelings in confused surprised as she cast a searching gaze towards the ocean.
"Is it really okay, for me to be like this?" She asked no one in particular.
"ASSA!" It was his nickname for Assana, he normally called her "Sana" endearingly but when he wanted to piss her off or joke around, he called her "Assa" which she hated since it sounds like he was calling her an ass.
In the distance, she heard his voice call out for her and this startled her. She looked back in the direction of her small cottage slightly hidden by the trees, her heart suddenly started thumping. She turned around to look at the pages strewn about her, weighed down by small stones and she quickly collected them and shoved them into her notebook's folder. She grabs her guitar and rose only to stand there hesitantly. With one sigh of finality, she turned on her heel and calls.
"W-what do you want? I'm over here!"
Now if this was an anime, I would have the scene scroll upward as her love interest appears to join her, just to troll you guys. The scene would roll off her small cottage on the hill and the ocean sunset or whatever with the sound of soft conversation making this scene feel somewhat complete.