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Aug. 26th, 2004 01:32 pmI'm dying. Any other musician in the world knows the terror that is not being able to play your instrument. I can't wait to get a new guitar. My first and only guitar got stolen this summer. And I sincerely believe that I am going to die if I don't get to play one today. I survived last week because I had a piano that I could play. But I don't even have that.
The thing is, ever since yesterday afternoon I've had this unbelievable urge to find a piano and bang out a tune that's been playing in my head. There are words in me that need to get out, and they won't come out unless I'm in front of a piano.
It is eternally frustrating.
However, I do have some words to share with you. I found them in my writing folder. This is an excerpt from something I wrote a while ago. I have no idea where I was going with it, but I'm going to share it with you anyway.
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Sadie looked up sharply, and set her eyes on this idiotic boy. He had already resumed his conversation with his friend, and was adamantly refusing to look at her. Her blood began to boil, and her hands started to shake. Her mind was replaying his comment, listening to the harsh words that sounded almost like a story. How dare he? It was none of his business!
She got to her feet abruptly and walked briskly across the room to where he and his friends were talking. She stopped in front of him, and waited as he continued his discussion with his friend.
Without warning, she grabbed his chin in her hand, pulled him out of his seat and banged his head against the wall behind him. Her eyes were burning with anger as she studied every feature of his stunningly, sickeningly gorgeous face. The dark eyes stared back at her, and she thought she saw fear underlying them. Despite her anger, her words were quite steady.
“Since you refuse to keep your mouth shut, I’ll just have to do it for you.” Her free hand closed in a tight fist in his soft blonde hair, and she yanked his head back. Sadie hesitated a moment, placed the hand thast had previously been holding his chin on the small of his back and slammed her mouth against his.
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Please don't ask. I think I wrote it when I was angry at Dylan last year. At the time I rather liked him, and he would constantly make rude comments about my friends and I. I never actually did this, but maybe I wrote it in the hopes that I'd one day get the chance to.
Well I'm exhausted, and I've been on the computer for three hours now.
The thing is, ever since yesterday afternoon I've had this unbelievable urge to find a piano and bang out a tune that's been playing in my head. There are words in me that need to get out, and they won't come out unless I'm in front of a piano.
It is eternally frustrating.
However, I do have some words to share with you. I found them in my writing folder. This is an excerpt from something I wrote a while ago. I have no idea where I was going with it, but I'm going to share it with you anyway.
<>
Sadie looked up sharply, and set her eyes on this idiotic boy. He had already resumed his conversation with his friend, and was adamantly refusing to look at her. Her blood began to boil, and her hands started to shake. Her mind was replaying his comment, listening to the harsh words that sounded almost like a story. How dare he? It was none of his business!
She got to her feet abruptly and walked briskly across the room to where he and his friends were talking. She stopped in front of him, and waited as he continued his discussion with his friend.
Without warning, she grabbed his chin in her hand, pulled him out of his seat and banged his head against the wall behind him. Her eyes were burning with anger as she studied every feature of his stunningly, sickeningly gorgeous face. The dark eyes stared back at her, and she thought she saw fear underlying them. Despite her anger, her words were quite steady.
“Since you refuse to keep your mouth shut, I’ll just have to do it for you.” Her free hand closed in a tight fist in his soft blonde hair, and she yanked his head back. Sadie hesitated a moment, placed the hand thast had previously been holding his chin on the small of his back and slammed her mouth against his.
<>
Please don't ask. I think I wrote it when I was angry at Dylan last year. At the time I rather liked him, and he would constantly make rude comments about my friends and I. I never actually did this, but maybe I wrote it in the hopes that I'd one day get the chance to.
Well I'm exhausted, and I've been on the computer for three hours now.
