Post by lorene nicole webb; on Dec 9, 2011 23:54:56 GMT -5
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thunder only happens when it's raining...
[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=style,border-radius: 0em; -moz-border-radius: 0em;background-image:url(http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss334/Midori-chii/hair01.jpg), width 400px; height: 400px;]Lorene found herself in the music room quite frequently as of late. She really enjoyed the calming atmosphere though, it helped her relax and keep her mind off of the stress of being on tour. Since she was a brand new artist, her life was pretty crazy right now. Unfortunately, Lorene tended to stress over the silliest things. Everything was a big deal to her these days.
Lorene figured today, she'd go over some of her written songs. Or maybe even make some of her poems she wrote over the years. They would make good songs she thought. Lorene often wrote down what she was feeling as a way to vent. She would feel bad going and complaining about her problems to her friends so she got them out in terms of writing. She searched her leather bag for the many journals she kept that held her many songs, poems, doodles or anything really. She thumbed through one of them after finding it and discovered that some of the verses were in German, her second language. Growing up, Lorene's mother insisted that she learn it. At the time, Lorene found it as a waste of time but now she was glad her mom made her learn it, it had proven to be a quite unique skill. Indifference was everything.
Her hand was instantly busied by translating the English words into German. Lorene had yet to write something in complete German and she had the impulse to do it now. Her pen made precise strokes on the paper, neat handwriting resulting from it. Usually Lorene was pretty sloppy when it came to writing her things down. For whatever reason, she was being neat today. Probably so she could be clear as to what word she wrote, not to get it mixed up since it was no longer in English. The pen's black ink was well visible on the yellow stained paper. The book itself wasn't old, it had just come like that. Lorene did recall having some actual old journals her mother kept. She didn't dare write in those, they were too special. One of Lorene's many treasures is her mother's things that were left in her name. She took good care of them too, despite her rather financially poor situation.
Not really paying attention to her surroundings, Lorene continued her writing, not yet playing music. She was going to eventually but for now, writing sufficed. Her mind was wandering in a pool of lyrics and lines to the point where the noise around her died down.
Lorene figured today, she'd go over some of her written songs. Or maybe even make some of her poems she wrote over the years. They would make good songs she thought. Lorene often wrote down what she was feeling as a way to vent. She would feel bad going and complaining about her problems to her friends so she got them out in terms of writing. She searched her leather bag for the many journals she kept that held her many songs, poems, doodles or anything really. She thumbed through one of them after finding it and discovered that some of the verses were in German, her second language. Growing up, Lorene's mother insisted that she learn it. At the time, Lorene found it as a waste of time but now she was glad her mom made her learn it, it had proven to be a quite unique skill. Indifference was everything.
Her hand was instantly busied by translating the English words into German. Lorene had yet to write something in complete German and she had the impulse to do it now. Her pen made precise strokes on the paper, neat handwriting resulting from it. Usually Lorene was pretty sloppy when it came to writing her things down. For whatever reason, she was being neat today. Probably so she could be clear as to what word she wrote, not to get it mixed up since it was no longer in English. The pen's black ink was well visible on the yellow stained paper. The book itself wasn't old, it had just come like that. Lorene did recall having some actual old journals her mother kept. She didn't dare write in those, they were too special. One of Lorene's many treasures is her mother's things that were left in her name. She took good care of them too, despite her rather financially poor situation.
Not really paying attention to her surroundings, Lorene continued her writing, not yet playing music. She was going to eventually but for now, writing sufficed. Her mind was wandering in a pool of lyrics and lines to the point where the noise around her died down.
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