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Post by lorene nicole webb; on Nov 27, 2011 17:01:08 GMT -5
I got to love, I rode the rails [/COLOR]  I was broke and I was scared
You held my hand took away my fear[/FONT] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/B]
The light gust of wind ruffled Lorene's long, wavy hair. It blew in her face but she didn't really care much. She was carrying her guitar over her shoulder and also a slouchy purse holding a few personal items in it. Lorene loved the current weather, it was pleasant and relaxed her. She needed the peace of mind, even though she hid it behind a smile, Lorene was very stressed out. She was on the verge of being broke and had dropped a little weight from not eating as much. Thankfully her music gave her some form of comfort. Lorene really didn't have too many people in her life since her sister moved out and away and her mom died. A few friends but they didn't really keep in contact.
She sat under a tree and extended her legs, crossing them at the ankles. Lorene laid her guitar on her lap, as she normally did before she played a song. She started strumming the tune to the song "Dreams," by Fleetwood Mac. It was one of her favorites to sing and play. The chords were pretty simple for her too. Lorene was lost in her own little world, paying little mind the the bothersome way her hair flew into her face. By now, she had gotten used to it.
Lorene looked up, continuing her song, and scanned the area. She had passed this park quite a bit. It was nice and quiet, very 'people friendly.' There were families, kids, dogs, other singers and the occasional hobo stumbling around, drunk. She shook her head and returned to her playing, escaping into the world of music again.
Lorene subconsciously kicked off her sandals and let the soft, green grass weed in between her toes. It was cool and felt nice, she preferred being bare footed anyway. She moved her shoes over next to her purse, stopping her gentle strumming.
[/SIZE][/FONT] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/B] What you did was you saved my life
I won't forget itTAG !
WORDS !
OUTFIT ! www.polyvore.com/lorene3/set?id=39394685
NOTES !
CREDIT ! DELYSSIOUS !
SONG !Under Pressure;Queen~ For what it's worth...[/FONT][/COLOR][/CENTER] |
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Post by christian erik hope; on Dec 1, 2011 17:00:36 GMT -5
THE WORLD COUNTS LOUDLY TO TEN.
one, two, three, four, five ... [/font][/center]
Chris had been wandering for a while now, allowing his feet to take him anywhere, hands shoved in his pockets. He didn't mind where he ended up, as long as he knew how to get back. He had his iPod on, and in his pocket, and one earphone was in while the other swung freely, but the music was turned down considerately; he didn't think that the entire city needed to hear the loud rock music he had chosen to listen to that day. His taste in music changed from day to day, always depended on his mood; sometimes, he would strum away poetically at a guitar for no reason, others he would play something was bound to deafen him one day in the future. His excuse was that he couldn't help but love nearly all types of music - as long as he could play it (which really ruled out classical, but that wasn't such a loss right now).
His feet took him to the park, but Chris steadfastly ignored the way that other people might be looking at the just-barely-past-his-teen-years guy who had wondered in, looking less like he belonged in the rather greenery filled park, and more like he needed to be in the nearest mosh pit. There was your average people here, he found, as he looked around in an objective manner, but his eye fell on a girl who was strumming at her guitar over on the other side of the park, and he frowned to himself. It wasn't that it was a matter of recognition, trying to retrieve a name, or anything like that - he just didn't understand why you'd play your music in a park on your own. He liked to share music with his friends, help them understand why it was one of the best things in his life. As he approached, he found that while he recognised the song in a vague sort of way, it wasn't something he would listen to often, and he couldn't name the tune exactly, but that was no problem. No one ever expected Chris to know everything, after all.
"It sounded good," he said, as he sat down near her, though not so close that she couldn't ignore him if she tried. He pulled his iPod out of his pocket, turning the volume down a little, so that if she did choose to deign him with a reply, it would not be punctuated with random German lyrics or someone screaming at him.
...six, seven, eight, nine... [/font] WORDS! 419 TAGGED lorene NOTES! chris is (or was) listening to +this, +lyrics if you were ever curious. (i doubt you were). sorry for late reply! CREDITS! clarity. @ psyence fictionSONG! "Sonne" by Rammstein (translated) ...aus.[/color][/font][/center] |
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Post by lorene nicole webb; on Dec 1, 2011 19:51:40 GMT -5
I got to love, I rode the rails [/COLOR] I was broke and I was scared
You held my hand took away my fear[/FONT] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/B]
Lorene looked over at the man who sat himself down next to her. She gave a small smile as he did something on his IPod.
"Thank you," she said simply, not knowing what else to say, really. Her tone was friendly and was pitched slightly lower and raspier than most girls. It was probably like that because she spent most days singing hour after hour. It did things to a person after while, but Lorene loved her work even still.
She decided to stop her playing for now if the stranger was going to talk to her or just sit there. It would be rather rude of her to continue if he wanted to chat. Lorene softly cleared her throat and offered her hand for the shaking.
"I'm Lorene," she said simply. Face it, she was horrible at starting conversations. Let alone holding one. With her luck, the guy would get up and leave after five minutes of her awkward exchanges. Lorene loved others but she needed work on her people skills. On stage was a totally different story. There, she was this mystical character who was a free spirit, not afraid to express herself. The phrase "the whole world's a stage" didn't exactly apply to her. Lorene was reserved when it came to strangers on the street.
She fixed her long, wavy hair by running her fingers through it a few times, trying to keep it out of her face. Lorene hated wearing it up so she had to put up with it on gusty days like this. The fact that it was long didn't help her cause either.
[/SIZE][/FONT] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/B] What you did was you saved my life
I won't forget itTAG !
WORDS !
OUTFIT ! www.polyvore.com/lorene3/set?id=39394685
NOTES ! It's ok! No worries, and awesome! It's actually pretty catchy lol
CREDIT ! DELYSSIOUS !
SONG !Rich Girl; Hall and Oates For what it's worth...[/FONT][/COLOR][/CENTER] |
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Post by christian erik hope; on Dec 16, 2011 10:20:40 GMT -5
THE WORLD COUNTS LOUDLY TO TEN.
one, two, three, four, five ... [/font][/center] "No problem," was Chris' automatic reply. He didn't even think about it -- people said 'thank you', you said 'no problem' and moved on, because there wasn't really much else to say, especially on a song you didn't know well enough. More so because he couldn't exactly pull a guitar out of his back pocket and join in. That was just silly. He spent a few seconds pushing the hair that had fallen into his eyes out of the way again, but, as always, it fell back, giving him the look of an overly emotional teenager with an attitude problem rather than a grown man who, he hoped, didn't have that much of an attitude issue anymore. He could have cut it, but that would defeat the object, when on stage. However, he managed to catch, between the sounds of his song, the people in the park, and his own rambling thoughts, her name and he smiled a little more. It was one of those names you didn't hear anymore, which he didn't particularly mind. "Nice name," he commented. "I'm Chris," he continued. Maybe he could have given his full first name, but that was quite a weird thought, and then people tried to call him 'Christian' and it wasn't like he needed a reminder every five seconds of what his religion or full name was. It was also way too formal, and only used when people were yelling at him.
The thought of people yelling at him reminded him first of his home life, and then -- before he could dwell on that too much -- being backstage, and having people yell at you to move it because your band were waiting for you on stage. He wondered if maybe she was on the tour, and that was why she had her guitar with her. A lot of musicians on the tour had some idiosyncrasies when it came to their musical instruments, like taking their guitars everywhere with them for impromptu jam sessions. For instance, Chris never left the bus without at least two or three picks in his pocket, just in case. "Are you with the tour?" he asked her, hoping she didn't ask 'What tour?' That would be too awkward for words. She didn't seem the type to be with a band though, something about the way she played on her own in the middle of nowhere, but then he had to remind himself that he, too, was in a band and that he was currently on his own. Suddenly, his previous arguments made very little sense indeed.
...six, seven, eight, nine... [/font] WORDS! 430 TAGGED lorene NOTES! sorry for short&late reply. CREDITS! clarity. @ psyence fictionSONG! "Sonne" by Rammstein (translated) ...aus.[/color][/font][/center] |
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Post by lorene nicole webb; on Jan 29, 2012 1:20:51 GMT -5
I got to love, I rode the rails [/COLOR] I was broke and I was scared
You held my hand took away my fear[/FONT] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/B]
He responded rather quickly. Lorene, being her usual reserved self, gave an awkward smile by just barley turning the corners of her lips upwards. She wrapped her arms around her knees as she sat and smiled a little wider when he complimented her name. Most people thought her name to be outdated so she never really got that a lot. Lorene had often wondered why her parents named her that. Why such an old name? She was born in the 80's for goodness sake, not the 40's! Not to say she didn't like her name, she did, but it sounded almost foreign on people's tongues when they spoke it. Maybe that was just her.
"Thank you, again," she said with a little self conscious laugh. "It's nice to meet you," Lorene replied. Chris, how nice a name. It was normal, short and sweet.
From what she had silently gathered, he seemed to get lost in his own thoughts a lot. She did too. Her mind was filled with so many past events and things to worry about that it was hard for her to not be thinking about something all the time. Lorene, for the second time since Chris had sat next to her, daintily brushed her hair out of her face. Her long, blonde locks draped over and down her shoulders, hitting her a little above mid back. She believed in long hair for any girl, it bothered her to have short hair. She wasn't about to speak out to any girl with short hair, just it didn't strike her as an attractive trait. Whatever, no one probably cared what her thoughts on hair were anyway.
She looked back up at Chris when he asked her about being in the tour.
"Yes, I am," she replied simply. Lorene decided to come out of her shell a bit and add on, "I'm really enjoying myself, it's very very busy and crazy at times but I love it so much it doesn't seem to matter."
That was the most she had spoken at once to him. Lorene shifted her weight to her hip farthest from Chris and asked,
"What about you?"
[/SIZE][/FONT] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/B] What you did was you saved my life
I won't forget itTAG !
WORDS !
OUTFIT ! www.polyvore.com/lorene3/set?id=39394685
NOTES ! It's ok! No worries, and awesome! It's actually pretty catchy lol
CREDIT ! DELYSSIOUS !
SONG !Close to You, Carpenters For what it's worth...[/FONT][/COLOR][/CENTER] |
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