Title: {Every R.O.C.K.E.R.S. _dream
Description: .:Chell:.
Chloe Moss - June 25, 2007 07:28 PM (GMT)
Well, it was a beautiful day and not a cloud was in the sky. Chloe was sitting under a tree on the far side of the park, her guitar in arm. Her black leather strap was around her neck and her acoustic was sitting on her lap. She had a black pick in between her thumb and index finger and was strumming softly to the wind. Eyes closed, she had never been so relaxed in her life. And she loved it that way.
She opened her eyes for a moment and smiled as she listened to the gentle swaying of the notes flowing from her fingers. She watched as little kids ran around playing with pets, on swing sets, and with their parents. It felt good to look around and see people having family time. She had never really had it when she was younger. Sure, I mean, her mom had always been there for her ... but ... well, I mean ... they had never been that close.
She continued to strum as she looked down at the outfit she had chosen for the day. A pair of vintage wash, ripped jeans and a ACDC t-shirt. Her long blonde hair was down and straightened. She had a thick frame of eyeliner around her blue-green eyes and she had a nude shade of sheer lipstick covering her lips. On her feet was a pair of black and white chucks. She sighed ran her free hand over her ear, tucking it behind her ear. Doing so, revealed her black and white chandelier earrings and her other studs that aligned up her ear.
Michelle Grace - June 25, 2007 07:50 PM (GMT)
Bored. That was what Chelle Grace was. Sitting in the local cafe, drinking a mocha chino and writing down a few random song lyrics until she had a whole song written. That's called progress; but when her Sidekick buzzed in her bag beside of her, she pulled it out and smiled. It was Chlo, telling her to meet her in the park. Much better than this.
As she stood up and threw her phone and small black notebook into the brown tote she seemed to always be carrying, Chelle drank the last bits of the coffee and threw it into the trash. After putting her small black iPod headphones in her ears, the sounds of Be Yourself (And 5 Other Cliches) were heard. So, y'know, of course she started singing along.
Today was a pretty good apparel day for the twenty-one year old. On her legs were a tiny, fitted American Eagle skirt and a pair of hot pink leggings. For her shirt, she had on a matching hot pink lacy camisole and a bit shorter black t-shirt that was ripped in a few places and read "Future Mrs. Rossi." Her make-up was rather... interesting today? She had on medium pink eye shadow and her eyes were heavily lined with the same dark shade of her shirt. Her lipstick, though, wasn't exactly... bold. It was actually just a quick slide over her lips with a fifty-cent bar of chapstick.
Her black boots made a slightly odd clicking noise as they hit the ceramic tiles under her. She easily carried herself out of the cafe and down the street, only a few blocks away from Evercrest Park. She began to text on her cell as she walked, replying to a few that she had received earlier. By now, the song had changed to Underdog, yet again by Supernova. Spotting Chloe, Michelle walked a bit faster and sat down in the grass beside of the girl, narrowly missing a speeding ball that was sent from a short little boy. She stuck her tongue out at him and turned to Chlo.
"Tear it apart, love." She said as she pulled out the freshly-written lyrics. They were describing the ways of stupid teenage girls; her usual. She also hoped that Chlo couldn't write a beat for it, as she already had something thumping around in her head; if only she could get to the light wood acoustic in front of her...
Chloe Moss - June 25, 2007 11:27 PM (GMT)
Chlo smiled and turned her vision to the young girl beside her. "Hold on, I have something. And I want you to hear it before I forget." she said, smiling slightly. She started to strum slowly to herself ... trying to find the beat she had earlier. When she finally found it. She strummed a few notes before lifting her voice to the music.
I see her as a little girl hiding in her room
She takes another bath and she sprays her momma's perfume
To try to wipe away the scent he left behind
But it haunts her mind.
You see she's his little rag, nothing more than just a waif
And he's mopping up his need, she is tired and afraid
Maybe she'll find a way through these awful years to disappear.
Ask me if I think there's a God up in the heaven
Where did he go in the middle of her shame?
Ask me if I think there's a God up in the heavens
I see no mercy and no one down here's naming names
Now she's looking in the mirror at a lovely woman face
No more frightened little girl, like she's gone without a trace
Still she leaves the light burning in the hall
It's hard to sleep at all.
Still she crawls up in her bed acting quiet as a mouse
Deep inside she's listening for a creaking in the house
But no one's left to harm her, she's finally safe and sound
There's a peace she's found.
Ask me if I think there's a God up in the heaven
Where did he go in the middle of her shame?
Ask me if I think there's a God up in the heavens
I see no mercy and no one down here's naming names
No one's naming names ...
She turned her vision back to Michelle, slightly blushing. She had really worked hard on that song ... but, it still didn't seem quite right to her. She didn't know what it was ... but ... there was just something wrong about it. She sighed and waited for any kind of reaction to the lyrics/tempo.
(after you respond)
"Okay, now let me see yours." she said, smiling. She took the lyrics in her hands and scanned over the words. She went over it and sang random tunes with it, but nothing seemed quite right. At first, she tried a sort of peppy ... but dark mood ... but it just didn't fit. Then she tried something full of atitude ... but that didn't work either. Then, she tried the dark and gloomy thing. But it wasn't really a dark song.
She finally gave up. "Well, I have nothing. How 'bout you?" she said, looking dissapointingly at Chelle. Man, she was not having a good day.