Genres: Country, Hip-hop, Indie, Jazz, Pop, Rap
Joined: 8 Apr, 2021
Charges for services: No
Hi! I'm Lucy, and I love music. I'm a teen, and for me, music is more like a hobby. I don't play any instruments, but I can sing rather good if I say so myself. I write down what's my mind and try to make it rhyme. I'm usually satisfied with the result of my poems, and if I'm not, I try until I am. I can't compose music, and I don't have anything special equipment to work with. I hope one day I can share my music with the world. But I need help. I hope I can find someone to work with me. Someone who can compose music to my lyrics/help with technical things/plays any instrument. And if you're willing to help, please let me know.
Dreams and ambitions:
If I get to be a professional vocalist or lyricist, I'd be happy. I want to share my work with everyone. I want to be well-known, yet not the most famous. I like to imagine that people will talk about my work, like: "Hey, do you know this song?" "Yeah, I love it." This conversation would mean more than popularity. I love the musical "Hamilton". It made me fall in love with music even more. I wish one day I'll be able to sing like Leslie Odom Jr. or like Renée Elise Goldsberry. I also like Set It Off. I like its style and Cody's voice.
There's a reason teardrops are counted You say my counting habit’s kinda lame. For this, you’re the only one I'll ever blame. I’ve counted my days, I’ve counted my nights. But, I stopped when I first cried. ‘Cause I wanted to remember the time The time you broke my heart. You say my counting habit’s a waste of time. For this, I will only blame my love. I’ve counted my tears since the age of five For your memory and your love. But once again, I stopped keeping track ‘Cause, my heart said too many ‘Crack’-s. You say my counting habit has to go. But it wouldn’t ‘til my heart is fine and all. I eventually lost count when I was finally fifteen. I guess there were more than a million times three. I locked away my heart that night. I swore: By me, no one would be loved. You say, “Just stop it, already!” I’m on the case "heartbreaking". I won’t stop until I see as many tears roll down your cheeks as many did on my face, Until you say Pretty, please. I’ll watch you cry and make you beg Until you feel what I felt. I’ll count your silly attempts, Count your heartbeat until it ends. Then you’ll say stop my habits. But, I’m never to quit. You say, my counting habit’s kinda lame. For this, you’re the only one I’ll blame.