Post by hadley on Nov 21, 2011 16:16:48 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] lie awake in bed at night and think about your life, do you want to be different? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The single thing that could release Hadley from what he often thought would be an never-ending spiral of noise and irritations, was music. Not listening to it, although he could often get lost in a heavy beat or a soft tune, but playing it. He was able to play the guitar, bass, and drums, but he was certainly the best at drums. That wasn't because he had some sort of special talent for hitting things, it was because he enjoyed hitting things (preferably somebody's ass), but also a good snare; drums were his all time favorite instrument. Sometimes he'd come to the music room to practise guitar, because he was rarely able to do that, but today he was in the mood for drums to vent some anger and build up a good sweat. He could spend hours in the room, completely losing track of time and forgetting the rest of the world. He walked in the find that there were a couple of other people already in there. The room was well-equipped with both an acoustic and an electric drum kit. Feeling generous, he made for the electric, that way he could play them with headphones in and nobody else would hear anything other than sticks on plastic. He sat down on the stool, pulling his own vic firth 5a sticks from his bag, and began flicking his wrists with them between his fingers, not hitting anything yet. He turned the kit on and adjusted the volume, hitting the little circle that was supposed to be the snare to test it out until it reached a comfortable volume. It just about blocked out the sound of the other musicians in the room, who weren't really playing anything in particular at the moment. He relaxed back on his stool, almost falling off as usual when he realized that there was no back to it, and started off with a steady rock rhythm, counting to four over and over again in his head, his entire body moving in time to the beat he was counting. Moments passed, and before long, he was making up whole songs in his head and playing along the drum part to them. The only irritating thing was the other people in the room. They were making quite a considerable amount of noise, and it was quite distracting. He kept on losing it, or being brought out of his own world and back into the real world. On several occasions, he curled his fists tightly around his sticks, gritting his teeth. One note too many, Hadley ripped the headphones from his head, surprised at how much quieter everything seemed without them on. He glared at the person that had been making all the noise, kicking over the stool he'd been sat on as he did so. "I don't think that you're being loud or annoying enough," he spat, tempted to go right up to the person and punch them in the face. "Maybe you could turn that amp up? And perhaps I could play the acoustic drums? Then you would keep getting interrupted." He turned away from the person and sat back down at his drums again, sulking slightly as he often did. OPEN. 532. SHIT POSTING. TEMPLATE BY OH SO COOPERNATURAL ! @ CAUTION. |