Kelli O'Hara: "Not a Love Story" (Kerrigan-Lowdermilk)

Kelli O'Hara performs "Not a Love Story" by Kait Kerrigan and Brian Lowdermilk at the NewMusicalTheatre.com Launch Concert. Directed by David Ruttura with music direction by Matt Hinkley; produced by Kurt Deutsch and Noah Cornman of Sh-K-Boom & Ghostlight Records, in association with Katie Riegel and Joey Oliva of jokr Productions and John Johnson. Recorded April 26, 2010 at (Le) Poisson Rouge.
Sheet music for this song can be found at: newmusicaltheat...

[@fetzles1490]

i'm pretty sure that literally nothing has ever been this gorgeous. i will single-handedly get this play count over 100 by the end of today.

[@tggold]

I need to sing this. One of the best K-L pieces, it touches me every time.

[@leadingladybug]

Love her, love her, LOVE her. Thank you for posting this!

[@xubs5919]

It's not a love story. It's not a coming of age. It's not the kind of thing you put into a play. It's just a small story. It’s just two friends all grown up. It happens. It happens. It happens one day. Why today? We saw our breath, though it was hardly winter. A passerby would say he'd seen it all before. The folded arms. The wounded eyes. The signs that we both ignored. The old cathedral looming in the shadows, The only thing we saw amid the threat of tears. We didn't speak. Our lips were numb. The world didn't crumble. You say goodbye, but do you really know it's over? You say goodbye, but do you comprehend it? You go along, Thinking that things like this never change. And then they go and change. It's not a love story. It's not a coming of age. It's not the kind of thing you put into a play. It's just a small story. Just two friends all grown up. It happens. It happens. It happens one day. Why... does it keep coming back to one dark second? We're skipping physics just to hold each other's hands. Our stomachs quake. Our first mistake: We go on demanding more. Until we're sleeping in a squalid dorm room. The lower bunk. We hold each other so tight. 'Cause there's no room here at all. We have to spoon or we'll fall. But we refuse; we will not say the bed is too small… For us. We only wanted more. Unending. More. A horizon stretching out as far as we can see. I’d have you. You’d have me. As sure as time would pass, As permanent as stone cathedrals. Maybe if we hadn’t skipped physics, We'd know everything has a decay. We hadn't learned yet that each romance has a last day. Cathedral bells rang out to mark the hour, Reminding us that this was just another night, That hours pass, That morning breaks, That somehow there's still sunlight. You say goodbye, But do you really know it's over? You say goodbye, But do you comprehend it? There was a time when you were sure Some things never change… But that can also change. It's not a love story. It's just a small story. And it happens one day. Why today?