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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2006 6:50 pm
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Pouting as he saw that most people were getting out, his shoulders slumped and his brow furrowed. "Damn pool voman..." All the same, he would enjoy his time at the pool while he could. Placing on a pair of shades, he walked over to one of the lawn chairs, almost instantly removing the guitar from his back and opening the case to remove it, as if there had been no warning or any dispute over it before. Life was simple now that it was his last year in school. He had already applied to the college he wanted to go to and the last few days wouldn't be anything to worry about. He could even decide not to go and he'd still graduate. America was a good country afterall.
As he was tuning, he heard a rustling from the bushes nearby. Smirking, knowing from experience what it was, he began to strum out some chords that flowed well together, but did not match any known song. Though no one could see, he had closed his eyes, relaxing into the chair as he played freely and effortlessly. In a deep, soft and rich voice, he began to sing, growing louder with every word.
"In my time, I've met many guys, But now and then, I've met some spies, With perverted looks in their eyes, Oh yeah... The game is up now..."
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2006 6:58 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2006 7:07 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2006 7:11 pm
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His ears had already picked up another voice humming along with his made up melody, as well as the fragments of a softer voice, and soon forgetting about what possibly could have been in the bushes, he let his fingers fall harder to the strings, continuing to make up words that just automatically formed in his mouth.
"While it's hard to make amends, It's even harder to make new friends, So keep those thoughts to yourself, that's the trend, We don't want to hear 'em anyhow."
His mouth shut, stroking a chord hard so that the sound would resonate in the air, before moving nimble fingers up the E string in his own little solo. He opened his eyes to search out the deep voice that had been singing along with him, aiding his music. With a grin as he found the man, but could not find the other voice. Shrugging, he moved out of his solo, resuming with the song, accent free.
"So come on out you dirty spies, We do not need anymore lies, Keep your eyes, to the skies..."
Blinking as he felt a shadow over him, he looked up to the pool lady, moving as if by instinct to put away the guitar. "Wow, how time flies..." He cleared his throat. "I must go!" And without another word he took off out of the pool area, nearly tripping over a girl on the ground. "Ahh!"
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2006 7:19 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2006 7:27 pm
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Skidding to a halt against the chain fence, the slippery floor not allowing him to stop himself, he rubbed his shoulder, keeping his guitar out of harms way on the other arm. "Mein Gott..." Shaking himself off, he offered a hand to the girl, grinning softly. "Not a problem, girl. Don't worry about it, it's my fault." He lifted her to her feet, patting her on the shoulder. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get out of here. You were leaving too, or?... I mean, right?" He mentally beat himself up as he caught himself stumble into German grammatics. He was a little shaken by the crash and such things easily slipped when you were running for your guitar's life from an angry pool lady.
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2006 7:30 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2006 7:42 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2006 7:47 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2006 7:53 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2006 7:56 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2006 8:02 pm
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Picking up a little interest, he tried to grab the notebook from her. "Well let me see then. They must be good if you carry that thing around with you all the time." Laughing merrily as he tried to grab the drawings from her, he danced under the sun, guitar case swaying back and forth behind him. However, he stopped himself as the woman mentioned his music, letting the subject turn to himself without a thought. "Well do you see anyone else in there with a guitar?" Grinning, he pulled it infront of him, showing it off proudly. "I love to play this. It's just a hobby, but every summer when I become lazier I can't help but take it everywhere." He reached out a long, slim finger, twitching her nose playfully. "That's how I know your drawings are good, because you practice. So it's your fault if you don't let me see them.
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2006 8:05 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2006 8:15 pm
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Grinning happily, he took the book from her giddily, slipping the guitar back onto his shoulder. At first he began to skim through the book, before reaching more detailed drawings, studying them with a face critical and amazed at the same time. Finally after going through page after page, he handed back the book. "Wow... Fiona, those are amazing! I wish I could draw. I can't even do stick figures." He shrugged, laughing happily. "Still, you shouldn't be afraid to show off your talents. I still like to do things I can't do, like English Homework. ...Well actually, I don't like that, but I do like writing." He grinned, slipping his hands into his pockets again. "You need to lighten up a little. What have you got to lose?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2006 8:19 pm
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