Nicholas O'Neill (1985-2003)


		Nick O'Neill, 18; musician, actor, 'amazing songwriter' Tall, slim, blond, and 18 years old, Nicholas Philip O'Neill dreamed of being a rock star in a "hair metal" band, his friends say. Party anthems from the '80s were in his blood. He wrote more than 50 of his own songs, catchy tunes about girlfriends and hanging out, and performed them as the lead singer of his band, Shryne... "What really hurts about it," said friend Dave Tessier, 32, "is this kid was just an amazing songwriter. When I met him, the kid was 16 and he'd written all these great tunes. I was in awe of him." Nick was expecting to hear some more good music when he went to The Station on Thursday night with bandmate Jon Brennan. Jon made it out alive. Nick did not. "[Jon] was actually with Nick until the final moments when it went black, and they got separated," said Brennan's mother, Kari Tieger. In addition to being a talented rocker, Nick is remembered as a gifted performer for All Children's Theatre, according to Wrenn Goodrum, the East Providence group's artistic director. "He was always so full of life," Goodrum said. His jokes would break the tension during a tough rehearsal. His smiles would encourage even the younger members of the troupe, who admired him. "He had a special way of working with them so they could find their parts, their character," she said. "Even some of the kids we adults couldn't reach."... He was born in Warwick, a son of Joanne O'Neill of Pawtucket, formerly of Cranston, and Kane, of North Providence. He had lived most of his life in Cranston, attending Cranston East High School before moving to Pawtucket three months ago. Besides his parents, he leaves three brothers, Christian O'Neill of Boston, William O'Neill of Orange County, Calif., and David Kane of North Providence; and his maternal grandfather, Joseph Romanelli of Johnston, and his maternal grandmother, Barbara (Tessitore) Romanelli of Providence. -- Providence Journal staff writers Zachary R. Mider, Bob Jagolinzer and John Hill
	We both lie silently still - In the dead of the night - Although we both lie close together - We feel miles apart inside - Was it something I said or something I did - Did the words not come out right - Though I tried not to hurt you - Though I tried - But I guess that's why they say - Every rose has its thorn - Just like every night has its dawn - Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song - Every rose has its thorn - Yeah it does - I listen to our favorite song - playing on the radio - Hear the DJ say loves a game of easy come and - easy go - But I wonder does he know - Has he ever felt like this - And I know that you'd be here somehow - If I could have let you know somehow - I guess - Every rose has its thorn - Just like every night has its dawn - Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song - Every rose has its thorn - Though it's been a while now - I can still feel so much pain - Like a knife that cuts you the wound heals - but the scar, that scar remains - I know I could have saved a love that night - If I'd known what to say - Instead of makin' love - We both made our separate ways - But now I hear you found somebody new - and that I never meant that much to you - To hear that tears me up inside - And to see you cuts me like a knife - I guess - Every rose has its thorn - Just like every night has its dawn - Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song - Every rose has its thorn --"Every Rose Has Its Thorn" By Poison

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