A dream you dream alone is only a dream. A dream you dream together is reality....... John Lennon
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Writing (open) « Thread Started on May 25, 2007, 7:57pm »
Lena sat at the piano in the recording studio, several sheets lay on top as she moved her fingers over the ivory bars, mouthing the words on the sheet, stopping every few seconds to erease something and rewrite it with the pencil that stuck out over her french braided hair.
Lena was dressed in black stretch pants, purple socks, black high tops with purple shoe strings and an overly large v-neck sweater with a black tank top underneath.
After a bit, Lena sat back and began to play the intro to whatever she was writing before she started singing..
I'm so tired of being here Suppressed by all my childish fears And if you have to leave I wish that you would just leave 'Cause your presence still lingers here And it won't leave me alone
These wounds won't seem to heal This pain is just too real There's just too much that time cannot erase
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears And I held your hand through all of these years But you still have All of me
You used to captivate me By your resonating light Now I'm bound by the life you left behind Your face it haunts My once pleasant dreams Your voice it chased away All the sanity in me
These wounds won't seem to heal This pain is just too real There's just too much that time cannot erase
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears And I held your hand through all of these years But you still have All of me
I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone But though you're still with me I've been alone all along
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears And I held your hand through all of these years But you still have All of me
Re: Writing (open) « Reply #1 on May 25, 2007, 10:29pm »
Hayden sighed as he crashed into the recording studio, hearing some girl sing, he stopped silently, and stood in the shadows. His dark eyes glued to her. Wanting inspiration, wanting a muse, a fix, like she had. He reached into his pocket, checking it was still there, he pulled out a small pleck, and opened the case to his bass guitar, and pulled the black instrument from it's home, drapping the strap around his neck. He walked over to a stool, and perched on it. When the girl had finished, he began to play a mellow sad tune on his bass. The low tones echoed Hayden's mood. He wanted to write a song for his children, but he had no muse, the only muse he had, was for death.
Hayden continued to play, plugging his guitar into an amp, his fingers moved faster, as the tunes velocity increased. Tears sprang in his eyes, as he lifted the guitar over his head, and threw it across the room, resulting in the shaft of the guitar shattering in two. "Aw FuCK!" Hayden shouted, as he kicked it away from him, after realising the extent of the damage.
A dream you dream alone is only a dream. A dream you dream together is reality....... John Lennon
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Re: Writing (open) « Reply #2 on May 25, 2007, 10:36pm »
Lena was slightly surprised to see someone in the room, but listened intentsly as he started playing. She felt the music go through her and a tear formed in her eye.
She yelped as he threw hisa guitar across the room. She didn't speak for a moment after he shouted, in fact she was glued to the spot, slightly freaked out.
Re: Writing (open) « Reply #3 on May 25, 2007, 11:17pm »
Hayden looked up, wiping the tears from his eyes, smudging the eyeliner cascade around his dark pupils. "No. EVerything isn't okay. I'm. I have a broken guitar. The forth one I have broken this month. And, and I've got Leukaemia, newly diagnosed." Hayden said, panicking. He had taken a new hobbie, not impressed that his musical talent had somewhat submersed, and his social life took a turn for the worst, his girlfriend hated him, and they had finished. His family thought his cancer diagnosis, was an attention seeking scam, and he was sure he wouldn't live to see his childrens first birthday, his new hobbie was smashing his bass guitars, not intentional but still it happened.
He sighed deeply, "I'm sorry. You don't even know me. Ignore me. No point in talking to me, I might as well be dead already." He stated, crouching down to pick up the pieces of his guitar.
A dream you dream alone is only a dream. A dream you dream together is reality....... John Lennon
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Re: Writing (open) « Reply #4 on May 26, 2007, 2:01am »
Lena watched the guy in front of her and her heart went out o him. "You know there are days were I wished I was dead. So I know how you feel. I mean, let me refraise that." she said as she made her way over to him and started helping him pick up the pieces.
As she crouched down beside him, the scar on her neck was visiable, but she didn't realise it.
"I've never had cancer. But I have broken my fair share of guitars. The one next to the piano bench is my fifteenth one in two years." she explained. "I've also been through hell. More hell than most girls at my age."
Lena gave him a small smile, "I'm Lena by the way."
Re: Writing (open) « Reply #5 on Jun 1, 2007, 10:25pm »
Hayden shot a look of distaste towards her, "There are days you wish you were dead?!" He spat. "Try living my life!" He exclaimed feeling sorry for himself. It was only since he had split with Meli that his life had little purpose. Meli kept Indiana and Audrey away from him, it hurt. "What's that scar on your neck off?" He questioned softly, "Look I'm sorry. Just, I split up with the mother of my newly born twins too so I'm not in the best of moods."
He looked at Lena, as she rambled about guitars. "I have five electric guitars, which I rarely play. I have twenty one, bass guitars, well I did until I broke this one, and two drum kits. Each have my tattoo printed on them. He lifted his shirt slightly showing his heart shaped tattoo with wings. "Yeah I'm a spoilt brat, before you comment. Or maybe I'm not. Maybe it's my parents way of saying here you go Hayden sorry we haven't contacted you for three months or returned your calls, we've been busy arguing and shagging about, and getting drunk. Until the next time." He rolled his eyes, "I'm Hayden. But I guess you knew that."
A dream you dream alone is only a dream. A dream you dream together is reality....... John Lennon
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Re: Writing (open) « Reply #6 on Jun 2, 2007, 9:47am »
Lena quickly covered her neck and stood up. She walked back to the piano as he rambled on, After Hayden was done she turned and looked at him straight in the eye, "I was attacked and raped when I was fourteen so ya I'd love to try and live your life." she said sarcastically.
"At least you parents talk to each other. Mine split when my Father decided he was gay and that he was going to leave his family for his lover." Lena crossed her arms ovr her chest, she hated pity, pity caused her to go on a drinking and drug binge for almost two years before finaling getting the help she needed. Lena loved her Father and Terry, but still arbored some hard feelings for breaking up her family.
Lena shook her head as she sat back down at the piano.
Re: Writing (open) « Reply #7 on Jun 2, 2007, 8:38pm »
Hayden spun around and glared at Kathlena. "Well you must be pretty much over it to be talking about it openly. You think you are the only one who's had bad stuff happen? My parents hardly speak. They just live together. You don't know shit about me. So stop trying to make your life sound more dramatic than mine. I seen the mother of my children being raped. She's been raped by two different guys, so don't go playing the 'you'll never understand' card. Because I can assure you I'll have been through more shit than you'll have ever dreamed of. Your dad went off with a guy. That's nice, my mom and dad have affairs everyweek. At least they still talk to you. My parents make sure I know I was a mistake. How would you feel having two kids to know you were going to die and leave them not knowing you? Tell you what Lena have my fucking life. I'd take yours any day of the week." He stated throwing the rest of the pieces of his guitar into the case. He pulled out a bag of white powder, cocaine, and began to make a line of it along the top of the piano. Rolling a ten dollar bill, he began to snort two lines.
A dream you dream alone is only a dream. A dream you dream together is reality....... John Lennon
Joined: May 2007 Gender: Female Posts: 34 Karma: 0
Re: Writing (open) « Reply #8 on Jun 11, 2007, 9:08pm »
Lena looked at Haydn with disgust, "Please leave." she said pulling out another stack of papers from a black folder, "I've reguested the next two hours in here. I would like very much to be alone."
Lena looked down at the papers in her hands, before casting a quick glance at the drug on the piano top. That is not you anymore. she thought mentally shaking her head. You never want to touch that shit again, you promised.
She looked down and started playing the notes on the paper.
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