Post by akari dennee <3 on Sept 27, 2009 3:01:42 GMT
and the one's you'll adapt keeping me away
i will never make another promise
Akari sighed, slamming her things down, and throwing herself down into a chair. She didn't even know why she was in such a horrible mood She just was. But, then again, she was usually in a really horrible mood.
She raked her hand through her overgrown locks. Now that she thought about it, she was only ever in a good mood when listening to music. She looked around the room, to see if there was a radio. She didn't have her iPod with her. There wasn't one. Any music would have done, but the lack thereof put her in an even worse mood. Music was like her version of drugs and alcohol. Especially since she didn't like either of them.
She dug in her bag, to make sure that she hadn't brought her iPod. All she found, other than songbooks and school crap, was a three-year-old pack of gum and a few crumpled dollar bills. Why did she even have money in her school-bag? And how did that gum get in her brand new bag? She rolled her eyes at herself, taking out her songbook. Maybe the lonely, deserted, and solitary silence of the room would help her concentrate.
A few minutes later, when she hadn't written anything at all, and had grown frustrated she shoved the book and pen back in her bag, and double checked the room for a radio. She still didn't fin one. Not that she'd expected to, but she'd hoped.
She hummed to one of her own songs, deciding to get some school work done, At least, until someone showed up and she could talk and talk and talk. She had to reread an essay she'd started on a few days ago, only to find she'd ventured all the way from her assigned topic, which was a book called The Outsiders, to the reason why ducks where yellow. She hadn't explained the reason, per say, but she'd questioned it. Everything before that was just a jumble of thoughts. She had never done that before she started writing her own songs. Now, though, she did it all the time; wrote down random, irrelevant things that almost always rhymed.
When she was actually writing a song though, the lyrics made sense, and flowed together. It was a "stream of consciousness" thing, like her grandmother would say. Akari had never actually figured out what exactly it meant...but she'd put it in a few of her songs, each time in a different, indistinct way. She found herself wishing...no, praying for someone to come. She was bored beyond belief. For God's sake she'd settle for a conversation with the devil, if she had no other options.
word count:546
status: complete
lyrics: Taking Back Sunday's Set Phaser's to Stun
notes none, this time[/size]