Post by iheartyouu on Feb 21, 2009 7:19:17 GMT 10
can't you see i'm trying||
i don't even like it, i just lied.
[/size] [/center] i don't even like it, i just lied.
It wasn't the mornings that she hated most. It was the feeling of getting up in the morning: groggy and still half-asleep. She didn't know why she continuously slept after midnight each night when she kept telling herself she would stop the terrible habit. Brookelle halfheartedly wrenched herself out of her bed and made her way to the bathroom. She didn't have time for a shower at the moment: her reservation in the practice room had been made for only 15 minutes away. She settled with washing her face and grabbed her sheet music.
This wasn't her composition. Oh, no. For her vocal class, she had homework: record your best cover of a country or alternative song. As a group she had always looked up to, she chose Leave the Pieces by The Wreckers.
Running across campus, she started to fret about little things. If she messed up one chord, one note in a chord, she would have to start over. It would be a long process, and luckily she had already recorded herself singing it. All she needed was to record the piano accompaniment and she would be done: hopefully she would get it finished within the hour.
She ran all the way across the campus once she made it there, and excitedly threw open the door to the room she had rented. Finally, the pre-assignment glee hit. She was doing it: living her dreams, even if it was only a little assignment for vocal class. It all hit at once as she placed the sheet music on the piano; she wanted more than anything to start playing and belt out the words to sing along.
Delicately, she ran her fingers down the piano once and then played a C Major scale. Everything sounded in tune. It wasn't like her grand pianoforte at home, but it was a wonderful, beautiful instrument still. She cherished every minute in the hour and decided that it was better to get to work sooner than later.
As she played the introduction on the piano, her fingers suddenly froze and lifted gently off of the keys. What if she played the guitar to this one, too? She sighed. Always coming up with new ideas after everything was all set. Shaking her head, she started again, pulling the microphone down from the ceiling, first. She made sure the CD was ready to record and started.
"You're not sure that you love me, but you're not sure enough to let me go. Baby, it ain't far you know, to just keep me hanging round." She took a quick breath and continued.
"You say you don't want to hurt me, you don't wanna see my tears."
Her voice took on a questioning tone as she sang, "So why are you still standing there just watchin' me drown?"
She was totally into it by this point, and was sure that she would at least finish most of it by the end of her session.
"And it's alright, yeah I'll be fine
Don't worry 'bout this heart of mine,
Just take your love and hit the road.
There's nothing you can do or say,
You're gonna break my heart anyway.
So just leave the pieces when you go."
* * * * *
Fifty-eight minutes and almost eleven re-dos later, Brook pulled out the CD, successful.
"Yes!" She breathed, overjoyed. She had been so nit-picky in the recording process, and here it was: the product of her slaving away. As she gently and carefully put everything away in her bag, a blond senior burst through the door, her lips pursed and her eyes fierce.
"Time's up, junior." Brookelle rolled her eyes and didn't spare the senior another glance. She out of her dorm. Where to? She didn't care.
She was too elated for that.
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