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Post by Drizzle Janice Benetto on Apr 17, 2011 20:10:17 GMT -7
WISH I'D NEVER GROWN UPI wish I'd never grown up ==================
”Hello?”
A figure clad in a blue, orange and hot pink dress and in knee length converse shoes walked into the empty room. She was carrying a guitar case on her back, and she was looking around curiously. Sure, Drizzle could go practice in her room if she wanted to, but one of her roommates was probably busy rehearsing a monologue, and she didn’t want to distract her. The music room was pretty deserted at the moment; she was almost completely sure that she wasn’t going to bother anyone if she practiced here. She hoped so, Drizzle was almost completely sure that her roomies weren’t too happy with her for having accidentally woken them up last night.
She didn’t want to take the risk of getting murdered by a pair of angry girls.
She looked about and took in the familiar scenery, loving it deeply. One could still feel the vibrations of the sound here, it seemed. Being who she was, it was obvious that she loved it so much. The young girl known as Janis Joplin in another life many years ago took a seat and pulled her acoustic guitar out of the case, she tuned it carefully and once she was done, she started picking at the strings. Music filled the room, and she smiled a little bit; a soft, blues song that she had been working on for a couple days now. She might as well show it off to her friends in RSOR… if she didn’t get too scared first.
Fate had been as cruel as to curse the sophomore with stage fright. She really couldn’t understand why, but that was the way things were. Now, Drizzle… Janis… had never been one to conform with the way things were, but she couldn’t do anything about her phobia. It reminded her of those days when she used to surrender to the effects of alcohol and drugs, both of which had led her to death at the very young age of twenty-seven. The thought was enough to put pressure on her, and back then, it had been that… the pressure… what had drawn her to hurting herself in such a way. She didn’t want to go through the same thing again, the idea was absolutely horrifying. She wasn’t too sure of how she managed to pull through on the stage, but she did.
She found herself humming along to her song; it had no lyrics yet, but she was working on it. The one thing she didn’t like was that it was sad. She didn’t like writing sad songs, but it… seemed to be a little of her specialty. After all; she was a blues singer. It was the way she expressed her thoughts, and her feelings, it had been her relief after her parents divorced… she sighed a little at the thought, and stopped playing.
She didn’t want to think sad stuff. It wasn’t her favorite thing to do. But her songs brought the thoughts back to her, every once in a while.
She guessed, there was a reason for which it was called ‘the blues’.
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Word Count: 519 (lame)
Muse: I guess that's why they call it the blues-Elton John
Notes: I... hope it made sense.
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Post by teddyjudas on Apr 17, 2011 21:01:09 GMT -7
If you have to leave, I wish that you would just leave
‘cause your presence still lingers here
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------COMING RAWR. --------------------------------------------------------------------------
and it won't leave me alonewords none yet, comin' though!
tag DRIZ!
notes they're gonna have fun, the suicides... x'D
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