The Soundtrack of Our Lives
Mar 2, 2008 18:38:46 GMT -5
Post by Adam Maitland on Mar 2, 2008 18:38:46 GMT -5
It was too nice a day to stay inside, Adam had decided. He had grabbed his guitar and song notebook, walked down to the lake at Sar-Ko-Par, and took a seat near its edge. The August skies were the perfect shade of pale blue with only a few white clouds, the sun was warm on his back, and there was a slight breeze ruffling the leaves of the trees that dotted around the park. He flipped the notebook open to the first page of the new song he was working on, and began to play, singing the lyrics in his head. Now, you may think it odd to see a teenage boy just start playing a guitar out in the open, but the people who lived near the Academy had grown used to it.
Adam soon frowned, and took a pencil from his pocket. He set the guitar aside, and took up the notebook. Something in the lyrics just wasn't working - it didn't quite have the flow he wanted. Tapping the pencil on his leg, Adam stared at the verse as if willing the words to start changing themselves into a more pleasing rythm. But they stubbornly stayed the same, and so he began looking around the park for inspiration.
There's just somethingsad bittersweet about that girl
Around her the world just seemed to whirl
As the days,and the weeks, and the years went by
Shewould 'd never let me see her cry
But she'd alwaysbe laughing
Andshe went on on she went down her silent path
There was just something sad about her
Sadly, nothing around him made the lightbulb turn on, when here he had thought he was doing the smart thing by coming out to write! And that obviously wasn't working, and he still had the whole afternoon ahead of him, and it was so nice out...He reached out for the guitar and started playing one of his favorites by The Exchange, putting the frustration of the new song out of his head.
Adam soon frowned, and took a pencil from his pocket. He set the guitar aside, and took up the notebook. Something in the lyrics just wasn't working - it didn't quite have the flow he wanted. Tapping the pencil on his leg, Adam stared at the verse as if willing the words to start changing themselves into a more pleasing rythm. But they stubbornly stayed the same, and so he began looking around the park for inspiration.
There's just something
Around her the world just seemed to whirl
As the days,
She
But she'd always
And
There was just something sad about her
Sadly, nothing around him made the lightbulb turn on, when here he had thought he was doing the smart thing by coming out to write! And that obviously wasn't working, and he still had the whole afternoon ahead of him, and it was so nice out...He reached out for the guitar and started playing one of his favorites by The Exchange, putting the frustration of the new song out of his head.