Post by Cella on Jun 1, 2005 0:22:43 GMT
Awake and restless, Cella made her way down to the dance hall. She was completely at rest with the surrounding shadows, dressed in black jeans and a large black t-shirt. There she'd find privacy, and a relatively sound-proof place to play. Guitar in hand, she slipped into the darkened room.
Taking a moment to look around the dimly lit room, she stood still. The room was beautiful even when not in use, but even more so when filled with dancing students and lights and party decorations. But right now it suited her needs perfectly.
Moving to the stage she sat in the lit area, legs dangling over the edge. Sitting her acoustic guitar on her lap, she ran a pale hand down the gleaming wood. Stroking the strings lovingly she began to play out a few notes, making adjustments to the tuning whenever necessary.
Once she was satisfied with the tuning, Cella began playing the notes to a song she was writing. Keeping her voice soft and melodic, she closed her eyes and sung
The last notes hung in the air along with the words, keeping her eyes closed she replayed the words in her head. Mentally scratching out lines and adding a few words. With the music still ringing in her ears, she ran her fingers along the strings playing whatever came to mind.
ooc: Sorry for the crappyness of this post. Bored and had nothing else to do..
Taking a moment to look around the dimly lit room, she stood still. The room was beautiful even when not in use, but even more so when filled with dancing students and lights and party decorations. But right now it suited her needs perfectly.
Moving to the stage she sat in the lit area, legs dangling over the edge. Sitting her acoustic guitar on her lap, she ran a pale hand down the gleaming wood. Stroking the strings lovingly she began to play out a few notes, making adjustments to the tuning whenever necessary.
Once she was satisfied with the tuning, Cella began playing the notes to a song she was writing. Keeping her voice soft and melodic, she closed her eyes and sung
"...Sometimes we hold the knife that kills us slowly.
Twisted deeper, pulsing red.
Sometimes we stand in the chaos of our own devices.
Others feel it. Nothing Said.
Good times and memories are long forgotten.
Nothing happy, all is dead.
Hard times seem to last longer than others.
As I fall, heels over head...
..You seem to think of me as the clown
I think of me as broken
You see me as one who never dons a frown
As I hold myself open
shrug off the ridicule, smile through the nonsense
Dive into the sky
Plunge into the darkness.."
[/center]Twisted deeper, pulsing red.
Sometimes we stand in the chaos of our own devices.
Others feel it. Nothing Said.
Good times and memories are long forgotten.
Nothing happy, all is dead.
Hard times seem to last longer than others.
As I fall, heels over head...
..You seem to think of me as the clown
I think of me as broken
You see me as one who never dons a frown
As I hold myself open
shrug off the ridicule, smile through the nonsense
Dive into the sky
Plunge into the darkness.."
The last notes hung in the air along with the words, keeping her eyes closed she replayed the words in her head. Mentally scratching out lines and adding a few words. With the music still ringing in her ears, she ran her fingers along the strings playing whatever came to mind.
ooc: Sorry for the crappyness of this post. Bored and had nothing else to do..