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Unspoken

by Story Cycle

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1.
Life doesn’t care about your dreams. There are shining stars and behind them is me. Everyone gets their own story but the chapters of mine will be skipped. But, I still hope, nonetheless. When you dream of something all your life You would hope that one day the bridge will let you cross. I am longing for a chance, only. Just a chance to show what I can be, But that’s something you’ll never see. I’m on my own to watch a new day dawn. I should have known that no one would ever call. I saw my chance, but it came too late. ‘Cause they moved me to the side to wait again. They always leave me unaware. Life gives me chances that vanish into thin air. They always skip my turn, but I ignore my role is getting lost. But that’s my life, what kind of life, and if everything seems to be over, my heart will still be burning. Even though you don’t hear, the tide is about to turn. If everything seems to be over, my heart will still be burning, Even though you don’t hear, The tide is about to turn. But what if life, but what if life ignores me again. Will life give me... Life will give me just one chance!
2.
My quince's on its way. The day will arrive. The moment I've been waiting for, But I'm scared and lost. No one will show me how, the path to take. It's the biggest day of a Mexican-American teenage girl's life, and my dad won't show me the way. “Hey dad, so I'm going to be 15 and I don't know how a quince is supposed to work out?" "Why do I have to tell you? There's the internet for a reason” How do I know what to do? Will I do it right? Who can tell me how? Google can! How should I wear my shoes? Can I wear my boots, not flats? And what about my crown? Is there a certain style? What does this all mean? What if I don't serve it right? Mi quince es mágico. Smiles all around. Mi quince es mágico. Taken by the joyous sound. Let's switch this up. Hoy es el dia Todo sobre Selena. La familia viene junto. Alegria alrededor. Mi quince es mágico. Smiles all around Mi quince es mágico. Taken by the joyous sound. Mi fiesta es perfecta Con gente que se preocupa. Ellos estan felices de fiesta en la noche. Mi quince es mágico. Smiles all around. Mi quince es mágico. Taken by the joyous sound. The night will be magical. Everything I could dream of. If only, if only it could happen that way.
3.
When I was younger, a long time ago, they were happy or so it seemed but when I was five I saw Mommy cry but Daddy was nowhere to be seen and then I soon learned that happiness blooms when all your curtains are closed and that flowers and bouquets wipe away the mistakes until all the petals are gone. No, flowers, they don’t last long. We’ve been doing fine and he says he’s all mine there’s just laughter and strawberry wine. I think that he cares and he says and swears he’ll love me to the end. I hope this is where we can start again. We tied our problems all up in a bow and placed them nice and neat in a row but one by one they came undone and they all got rearranged but flowers and bouquets can’t fix the mistakes they made when they were young. They said we’re perfect but we’re far from that one. He was a dreamer, the biggest believer. The world was in his hands. I followed him blindly. His mind was enticing. I was home when I was with him. And when I would cry, he’d smile and he’d sigh and wipe my tears away. He’d say, “Honey, you’re perfect. You make it all worth it,” and bring me a bouquet and the problems seemed to fade away. We tied our problems all up in a bow and placed them nice and neat in a row but one by one they came undone and they all got rearranged but flowers and bouquets can’t fix the mistakes they made when they were young. They said we’re perfect but we’re far from that one. Flash forward some years and now we are here and we haven’t been fine. He says he loves me more than that wine, but he’s not here half of the time. And we both know that it’s all a show just to win me back. We’re piles of broken glass. We can’t put our broken parts back. We were doomed from the start and I wish I had realized that. We tied our problems all up in a bow and placed them nice and neat in a row but one by one they came undone and they all got rearranged but flowers and bouquets can’t fix the mistakes they made when they were young. They said we’re perfect but we’re far from that one.
4.
There were three of us. Now I'm on my own. The pain you caused - I can say I've grown. The way you hurt me you won't understand. I wanted to hold your hand. I wanted to hold your hand. Pizza dates with you and long summer nights. Adventures and trouble under the fair lights. She invaded and stole what we had. I wanted to hold your hand. Just let me hold your hand. You knew my history. All of my past pain. You hurt me deeply. That's trust you'll never regain. I am who I am now because of you. I am who I am now despite you. I hope you succeed. I hope you're treated right. Maybe someone new will be by your side. I'll never understand why you let go of my hand. You called me scared but I walked away. Always quiet, never bold to say. I hope the world gives you all that you dream. But I won't hold your hand. No, I won't hold your hand. I will always love you and I need to say. When you're the nice one there's a price to pay. Don't hold my hand. Please, don't hold my hand. You knew my history. All of my past pain. You hurt me deeply. That's trust you'll never regain. I am who I am now because of you. I am who I am now despite you. I hope you succeed. I hope you're treated right. Maybe someone new will be by your side. I'll never understand. Thank you for letting go of my hand. Letting go of my hand.
5.
What does he think about me? We're just best friends, and that's how it should be. We're nothing more, but I can't ignore The feelings that I feel for him. Sitting at the fair, But I can't help but think it's unfair How he's so perfect The best friend that I never thought I'd like like this. But then again he's my best friend and I can't ruin it All these feelings that I feel, Boy, I'm feeling it. I love him. Wait. Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh. I think I love him! The way he smiles at me. The way that he buys popcorn for me. When he's got something in his hair and I point it out right there and we laugh for weeks. But what if I say the wrong thing and now I'm invisible. But maybe that's better than being miserable. ‘Cause god, when he opens doors for me They're doors to my heart. I’d rather just tell him how I truly feel, than live in the dark. We're sitting at the fair. So out of reach even though he's right there. Do I dare? No. Here I go. Hey Matt, can we talk?
6.
Dear Mama, I'm questioning my worth and my life. Not sure of my purpose. Will I ever see the light? Mama, do you hear me? I need God to come near me. Angels got me through all of this game I just can't lose. I feel so broken but don't want fixing. So many questions about so many things. Mama, please come help me. I don't want this to end. Questioning my God. Questioning my Faith. Questioning my broken promises. Did I really earn this fate? Mama, do you hear me? Mama, please come near me. What happened to that happy little girl I used to be? All those memories, they drowned me. Don't know who I'm meant to be. Losing sight. Is this the end of my fight? I feel so broken but don't want fixing. So many questions about so many things. Mama, please come help me. I don't want this to end. I don't know how to ask for help but I'm losing myself so fast. I wanna love my life but I just can't find the light. Is life just this long and empty road? Mama, please guide me home.
7.
How many heart beats? How many brokens breaths? How many times will I have to say goodbye? Where are the answers? When will this train slow down? What will it take for me to finally see the light? Looking in the mirror now The fog is getting clearer somehow. Seems that I am growing. Blessings everflowing. Now I’m at the Masquerade. Trying to get there - Back to the way things were. What I would give to feel anything at all. Looking in the mirror now, I think I’m gonna make it, somehow. Seems that I am growing. My cup is overflowing. I’m going to the Masquerade. Never thought that I would get here. Struggled to keep my hope, hope... Hope that I can manage to stay here And that this isn’t a joke, oh, oh ‘Cause I’ve been on a coaster. Yeah I have been through the highs and lows. But looking in the mirror now, I think I’m gonna make it, somehow. Seems that I am growing My cup is overflowing. I’m going to the Masquerade. Seems that I am growing My cup is overflowing. I’m going to the Masquerade.
8.
I didn’t cry. The pain went numb. I’m so used to death, I feel it’s welcomed. Resting with peace, She had no breath, no life, no heartbeat. Looking down on me. There was only one dry eye But I didn’t cry. Martha’s last days were filled with love Surrounded by family who worshipped her. I prayed she would never leave me. The last connection I had to my family. But I didn’t cry. She grew up in DC with the whole world at her feet. Her auburn hair and witty personality Made others bow before her feet. When she moved to Kentucky She fell in love with the small-town scenery. With the Southern Methodist gossip ladies Who never say what they truly mean. Every time I went to visit We always talked about our future plans and dreams. Going on about our rebellious teenage memories. We bonded over our stories. Our stories. We’ve both been through the worst kind of hurt. Her husband died - my grandfather. My father - her son. We never cried. She saw tears as weakness And it always stuck with me I remembered what she said. “It’s okay to be sad, but a true lady masks all that.” But I didn’t cry. All my pain went numb. I guess death feels like it’s welcomed. It’s welcomed.
9.
New life. Hope and Light. Taking in every moment. Laughter and love only comes When we embrace hope. Never let it go. We will be able to breathe again in time. We could fall. We could fly. You’ll never know unless you try. We will be whole. Never let it go. We will be able to live again in time. Let light in, be bold, be brave. Embrace hope. Never let it go. The shadow of doubt holds no place here. Embrace the light and you’ll be fine. You’ll have a good life. It’s a good life. We have so much hate and gloom. We need to let love bloom. Life could be so much more than this. What is life if we don’t hold hope? Let light in, be bold, be brave. Embrace hope. Never let it go. The shadow of doubt holds no place here. Embrace the light and you’ll be fine. You’ll have a good life. It’s a good life. We deserve to be free. Hope cures all that is evil. Embrace hope. Embrace light. Embrace all that is good. The shadow of doubt holds no place here. It’s a good life. Let light in, be bold, be brave. Embrace hope. Never let it go. The shadow of doubt holds no place here. Embrace the light and you’ll be fine. Let light in, be bold, be brave. Embrace hope. Never let it go. The shadow of doubt holds no place here. Embrace the light and you’ll be fine. You’ll have a good life. It’s a good life.
10.
What would it be like to live in a man’s world? What would it be like to not be a girl? Put myself in his shoes. Would this be the life that you choose? I see all the side eyes when I’m passing by, Why can’t I just live my own life? Everyone seems to care what I wear, Even how I do my hair. Being looked at for jeans too tight. Attacked for a shirt that fits just right. “16 but I look 23.” That’s what they all say to me. I showed you all of me (but it wasn’t enough) You took advantage of me, so I gotta leave. I need space, oh, baby. Constantly driving me crazy When they try to knock my feet, I stand up like Rosie taught me. I need change, oh, baby. But really, can you blame me? Standing tall, hand in hand. Girls, we won’t fall if we all take the stand. What would it be like to hear my own voice? What would it be like to be given a choice? I let the silence start to creep in Because that’s how women should have been. Break the narrative. Break the wall. If we stand together, then we’ll never fall. I need space, oh, baby. Constantly driving me crazy When they try to knock my feet, I stand up like Rosie taught me. I need change, oh, baby. But really, can you blame me? Standing tall, hand in hand. Girls, we won’t fall if we all take the stand. Flip the script. They knock me down but I get back off the ground. This is it. I draw the line.You had your chance, but this is our time. Our true colors start to shine through. Don’t we look beautiful to you? I need space, oh, baby. Constantly driving me crazy When they try to knock my feet, I stand up like Rosie taught me. I need change, oh, baby. But really, can you blame me? Standing tall, hand in hand. Girls, we won’t fall if we all take the stand.

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"Unspoken" is a new song cycle composed by members of The Lexington Theatre Company's Story Cycle program. The ten original songs capture the unspoken moments of our lives - the ones we like to keep inside - and the power and freedom that comes from sharing your truth.

Story Cycle empowers the next generation of storytellers to find and raise their voices through musical theatre songwriting. This album represents the work of an elite ensemble of students nominated from area public high schools. Story Cycle is sponsored by the Murry Foundation and offered at no charge to the participants, in an effort to promote equity, diversity and inclusion. Proceeds from your purchase of a song or the entire album will help to grow and continue this important program.

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released May 21, 2021

"Wait to Dream" written by Madison Case
"Mi quince es mágico" written by Selena Ramirez
"A Dreamer's Bouquet" written by Whitney Powers
"Letting Go" written by Macy Brockman
"I Think I Love Him" written by Ashley Vela
"Dear Mama" written by Mya Gibbs
"Masquerade" written by Yolee Louis
"Martha" written by Natalie Shoemaker
"Good Life" written by Rhaea Ishmael
"What Would It Be Like?" written by Macy Brockman, Madison Case, Mya Gibbs, Rhaea Ishmael, Yolee Louis, Whitney Powers, Selena Ramirez, Natalie Shoemaker, and Ashley Vela

Produced and Mixed by Joseph Wrightson
Recorded at WUKY Studio
Audio Engineering by Karyn Czar and John Lumagui
Drums by Casey DeMattina
Piano by Brock Terry
Bass by Paul Reich
Saxophones by Joseph Wrightson

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