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Post by nadine on Dec 16, 2008 15:26:59 GMT 10
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WEAR THEM GOLD
AND DIAMOND RINGS, [/size] all them things dont mean a thing.
chaperones and limousines,
shopping for expensive things. RAYLEEN RODRIGUEZ[/size] • • • • •[/center]
rayleen wasnt one to stay at home. she always had to be out, doing something. it sickened her that some people could actually bare sitting at home on the couch watching tv all day. it was a waste of time in her eyes. and rayleen wasnt about to waste a perfectly good saturday sitting at home. her parents wouldnt call since they already had. so if she wanted to go to a club and get drunk, she could. no one would be checking up on her anytime soon.
rayleen opened her closet and grabbed some skinny jeans and a white tank. then she reached down and grabbed a pair of white converse. sure she was going to look rather wierd, but since when did she care. and before exiting the closet, being the clutz she is, she managed to hit her head on the hanger bars. "shit!", she yelled. it didnt hurt much, but rayleen was a drama queen.
after dressing, she walked over to her dresser and turned off the tv. she was almost out the door when she remembered she didnt have her phone with her. when you were rayleen, you never went anywhere without your phone. and even if she wanted to forget it, it was so strange how she couldnt. she grabbed her keys and locked the door before shutting it and exiting her home.
it wasnt quite as lively as rayleen had hoped, but seattle was ordinary. she always had to remind herself that she was no longer in miami. but, hopefully they would have as good as music as they did in miami. she walked into the treble records store and gave a fake, friendly smile to the cashier. then she walked over to one the sections and picked up a cd. in rayleens eyes, nothing was exactly worth buying, but it didnt hurt to actually look.
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`lyrics;; fergie - glamorous
`notes;; sorry if its well, suckish x[
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Post by lilyloo on Dec 30, 2008 20:41:30 GMT 10
  you could build your house of gold
if you could only find a place to start
but for now there's just a question mark
hanging on your head
It was one of those days where Johnny didn't feel like doing anything. Okay, so maybe that was basically every day. But that's irrelevant. The point is, the poor boy had no work to do (as usual) and no one to hang out with, and being as jittery as he was, he couldn't stand to sit quietly or just relax. No, he simply had to get out.
Unfortunately, the boy seemed to lack inspiration (surprise, surprise) on this particular day, so after ten minutes of wandering on campus, he grew bored again. Clearly, he was going to have to find something to occupy his attention for more than two minutes, or he'd just end up doing something stupid. So, off he went to his favorite (read: closest) music store. Sure, Treble Records wasn't the biggest, and they insisted on stocking some truly horrendous music, but considering the circumstances, Johnny was grateful for what he could get. Anyways, it wasn't like he could actually buy anything. He was living on a meager student's wage that covered the essentials and some outings with friends. Thus, he generally spent his time in the store reorganizing the inventory into the "right" order, which was basically anything he liked went up front, and everything else got hidden inside the cash register, underneath displays, or any manner of creative locations. Needless to say, the staff didn't really appreciate this, but they let him go on, because honestly, they were kind of afraid of him. He seemed like the type to come back and torch the place if he didn't get what he wanted.
Johnny entered the store and was slightly taken aback to see an unfamiliar face. In this age of technology, everyone could get their music online. The record store crowd basically consisted of music majors and a few film students who had a random interest in music. Of course, there were other people in the store, but they just bought something and left. No one actually stayed to browse anything.
The boy studied this strange specimen. She didn't look like a music major (yes, there is a look), but it was quite possible that she went to WUoA. She definitely didn't seem to be from Seattle. Her musical tastes seemed to be questionable, but Johnny showed some restraint and didn't go all "pretentious audiophile" on her. He approached her cautiously, not quite sure if she was actually some kind of alien or savage demon in disguise.
"Hey. Johnny. You interested in something in particular?" Okay, so, he wasn't good at openers. He'd managed to make himself sound like a douchebag sales associate. That was okay. He could work with that.
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