Dear Amy Lee

Dear Amy Lee, 

I weep angst ridden emo 13 year old tears. 

For you.

At You.

I fucking loved you- Fallen was the soundtrack to my life. 

Literally. 

Middle school: trying to figure out who I was, trying not to have my face shoved into the blood stained floor by angry gang members, avoiding the drug deals that went on near the German room, and proving to the girls with switch blades hidden in their styled hair, that I too, could cut a bitch. 

• Bring Me To Life + The Lord Of The Rings Films = A montage in my mind of my real life and what I believe my life should be. 
• Taking Over Me + The Boy With the Wheely Shoes = how I felt daily.
• My Immortal + My new BFF's Torch, Willow, & Cyclone = I believed we were something greater than human. And that we could rise about the gang wars, the drugs, the corruption in our school system, and our creepy child molester science teacher. 
• Tourniquet inspired me to write my very first draft of a vampire novel because in my mind, the song was about a vampire. (Spoilers: The vampire dies at the end, like a REAL vampire story.)  

And later on - The Open Door producing the same thing, montages of how my life would be, should be, and helping me rise above to become a better person. One who moved out of Elgin, explored the world free of petty high school issues and dead end jobs: Next Stop- Everywhere. 

So 13 year old, 17 year old, and 23 year old me screamed with excitement when I saw a new album by Evanescence on itunes.

Amy, you are the only member of the original band and your flair and style isn't the same. Dare I compare your new songs to Coldplay? 

I dare. 

Your songs don't invoke the same images in my mind, the passion, the heart isn't there. I was a fan Amy, I really was. 

You are Amy, becoming (Dare I make the pun) evanescent. Which is maybe what you want to achieve. But couldn't you have vanished silently into the night, with a whisper, rather than making hearts break with a whimper? 

XOXO Rachel