&&themusicofmysoul[[open]]

&&themusicofmysoul[[open]] Feb 25, 2009 10:04:43 GMT 10

Post by max on Feb 25, 2009 10:04:43 GMT 10

Maxxy-Girl
^{I don't think that passenger seat
Has ever looked this good to me
He tells me about his night
I count the colors in his eyes}

Max loved music. Next to writing it was her life. She spent so much time writing music, and singing it. She just loved it. She had taught herself to play a bunch of different instruments including guitar, piano, and drums. They were her favorite instruments next to the vocal cords.

Max brushed blond bangs off her forehead and slipped into the empty band room. She was kind of glad it was empty because when she practiced she liked to be alone. It was one of her few self consious moments. Well not few, Max was rather self concious. But once she got playing.. Well she could be in front of an audience of millions and she really wouldn't notice until she had finished playing. She always just got swept up in the music.

Max's hair was tied back in two loose braids. The ends of the braids were tied with two blue teddy bear hair ties. She was wearing a pale blue t-shirt with a brown teddy bear on it. The match between her hair ties and her shirt were unintentional of course. She just happened to enjoy both. Her bottoms were a pair of tight-ish blue jeans that fortunately didn't ride down when she sat down. They were her very favorite pair of jeans that she owned. Black and white converse snuck across the floor to the piano.

She settled herself on the bench and began to play. The lyrics began to flow from her mouth.

"2 AM and she calls me 'cause I'm still awake,
Can you help me unravel my latest mistake,
I don't love him, winter just wasn't my season
Yeah we walk through the doors, so accusing their eyes
Like they have any right at all to criticize,
Hypocrites, you're all here for the very same reason

'Cause you can't jump the track,we're like cars on a cable
And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table
No one can find the rewind button girl,
So cradle your head in your hands
And breathe, just breathe,
Woah breathe, just breathe

May he turn 21 on the base at Fort Bliss
Just a day, he sat down to the flask in his fist,
Ain't been sober, since maybe October of last year.
Here in town you can tell he's been down for a while,
But my God it's so beautiful when the boy smiles,
Wanna hold him, maybe I'll just sing about it.

Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable,
And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table.
No one can find the rewind button boys,
So cradle your head in your hands,
And breathe, just breathe,
Woah breathe, just breathe

There's a light at each end of this tunnel, you shout
'Cause you're just as far in as you'll ever be out
These mistakes you've made, you'll just make them again
If you only try turning around.

2 AM and I'm still awake, writing a song
If I get it all down on paper, its no longer
Inside of me, threatening the life it belongs to
And I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd
Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud
And I know that you'll use them, however you want to

Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable,
And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table
No one can find the rewind button now
Sing it if you understand.
And breathe, just breathe
Woah breathe, just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe."

Half way through the song the door had opened. Max who was caught up in the music hadn't noticed. But now that the song, Breathe(2 am) by Anna Nalick, had ended she had noticed that someone was in fact standing in the doorway. Max's cheeks flushed briefly, and she recovered quickly from her momentary shock.

"Oh, hello," she said with a faint smile, traces of her Canadian accent hanging on her words.

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Post by max on Feb 25, 2009 10:04:43 GMT 10

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