Evermore – Part III: Echoes Behind the Glass

Rachel’s Original

contemporary opera, jazz, trance, upbeat, dramatic, female vocals/voices, spoken-word

To experience the full story, I invite you to begin with Part I.

This story is a work of fiction. To be continued…

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Act I · Inside the Newsroom: Her Soliloquy

(Live broadcast in progress)

“ You are watching Skynet News…”

*Anchor (Heroine):
Glass crescent,
light from every side.
The lens finds me—
and I dissolve,
becoming another self.

Each smile,
each flicker of eyes,
falls heavy—
a coin dropped in silence.

Cheers echo:
“Well done—brilliant!”
And I wonder—
if praise were sleep,
would I ever dream again?

The mask clings;
the story flows.
Who would strip it away?
Who dares to face
this bare, blinking skin
before the lens?

Flawless, relentless—
I am my own command.
No hand pushes me—
this is the marrow I stand on.

A tear at dawn—
hidden, buried.
Yet within the rhythm,
I gather myself,
as if nothing had ever been.

Deadlines, rushing—
voices, blending.
Screens ignite—
a thousand suns of glass.

Currents align,
sparks collide.
Time floods forward—
no room for solitude,
no room for pause.

Act II · Lunch Break: The Dialogue

*Close Colleague:
Hey—what’s the headline today?
Anything shocking? Anything huge?

*Anchor:
Which would you prefer—
the bad news or the really bad news?

*Close Colleague:
Forget it—just tell me this:
Why didn’t the other anchor show?

*Anchor:
Not sure.
He wasn’t here yesterday either.

*Close Colleague:
Hmmmm…

*Anchor:
What are you thinking?
I can see that gossip face. (hehe)

*Close Colleague:
Anyway—
why were you late today?

*Anchor:
Nothing. A headache last night,
couldn’t sleep much.
Thank heavens for that coffee—
the one waiting on my desk this morning.
That was you, wasn’t it?

*Close Colleague:
Coffee? Me?
No—I had no time!
I was running in circles, not a second to spare.

*Anchor:
Not you?
Then who…?

(Back to the newsroom — work resumes)

Deadlines, rushing—
voices, blending.
Screens ignite—
a thousand suns of glass.

Currents align,
sparks collide.
Time floods forward—
no room for solitude,
no room for pause.

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These lyrics are written and owned by Rachel’s Original (Rachel Liu). Please do not copy, share, or adapt them without permission. Thank you for respecting the creator’s work.

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To experience the full story, I invite you to begin with Part I. This story is a work of fiction. To be continued… ——————————————————— Act I · Inside the Newsroom: Her Soliloquy (Live broadcast in progress) “ You are watching Skynet News…” *Anchor (Heroine): Glass crescent, light from every side. The lens finds me— and I dissolve, becoming another self. Each smile, each flicker of eyes, falls heavy— a coin dropped in silence. Cheers echo: “Well done—brilliant!” And I wonder— if praise were sleep, would I ever dream again? The mask clings; the story flows. Who would strip it away? Who dares to face this bare, blinking skin before the lens? Flawless, relentless— I am my own command. No hand pushes me— this is the marrow I stand on. A tear at dawn— hidden, buried. Yet within the rhythm, I gather myself, as if nothing had ever been. Deadlines, rushing— voices, blending. Screens ignite— a thousand suns of glass. Currents align, sparks collide. Time floods forward— no room for solitude, no room for pause. Act II · Lunch Break: The Dialogue *Close Colleague: Hey—what’s the headline today? Anything shocking? Anything huge? *Anchor: Which would you prefer— the bad news or the really bad news? *Close Colleague: Forget it—just tell me this: Why didn’t the other anchor show? *Anchor: Not sure. He wasn’t here yesterday either. *Close Colleague: Hmmmm… *Anchor: What are you thinking? I can see that gossip face. (hehe) *Close Colleague: Anyway— why were you late today? *Anchor: Nothing. A headache last night, couldn’t sleep much. Thank heavens for that coffee— the one waiting on my desk this morning. That was you, wasn’t it? *Close Colleague: Coffee? Me? No—I had no time! I was running in circles, not a second to spare. *Anchor: Not you? Then who…? (Back to the newsroom — work resumes) Deadlines, rushing— voices, blending. Screens ignite— a thousand suns of glass. Currents align, sparks collide. Time floods forward— no room for solitude, no room for pause. ——————————————————— These lyrics are written and owned by Rachel’s Original (Rachel Liu). Please do not copy, share, or adapt them without permission. Thank you for respecting the creator’s work. Lyrics Creation: © 2025 Rachel’s Original Music Arrangement: © 2025 Rachel’s Original Copyright © 2025 Rachel’s Original https://suno.com/@rachelliu All rights reserved.

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