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Post by christine jocelyn moore on Feb 5, 2010 3:57:49 GMT -5
  It was Saturday evening, Christine stood on the third street promenade, guitar in her hand, hanging around her neck. She wore dark denim skinny jeans, a black tank top, and a dark blue plaid unbuttoned vest. She came here often every weekend to sing, she wanted to be discovered and heard by many. Music was her passion and you could feel it when she sang, hell, you could see it in her eyes too. Her songs were from the heart and you could definitely tell, she had written all her own stuff and she was proud of every song. She didn’t have a CD or demo of any kind, everything of hers, was sung live and acoustically right here on this long street. She had been here since this early this afternoon just playing her music, her open guitar case at her feet, filled with a pretty decent amount of donations from the people who enjoyed her singing.
She gave a friendly smile every which way, saying hello to anyone that walked by, she was just friendly that way. She had decided to sing one last song before she departed on into the night, it wasn’t too late, but Christine was done performing after this last song. She smiled at the small crowd in front of her and a little at the people walking past, she loved when she had an audience. ”This one’s called 6 months”, she nodded, took a breath and began to sing. This was her most emotional song, she always shed at least one tear when she sang it. She strummed and started to sing…
You're the direction I follow to get home
When I feel like I can't go on you tell me to go
And it's like I can't feel a thing without you around
And don't mind me if I get weak in the knees
Cause you have that effect on me
You do
Everything you say
Every time we kiss I can't think straight
But I'm okay
And I can't think of anybody else
Who I hate to miss as much as I hate missing you
Months going strong now and no goodbye
Unconditional
Unoriginal
Always by my side
Meant to be together
Meant for no one but each other
You love me
I love you harder so
Everything you say
Every time we kiss I can't think straight
But I'm okay
And I can't think of anybody else
Who I hate to miss as much as I hate missing you
So please give me your hand
So please give me a lesson on how to steal
Steal the heart
As fast as you stole mine
As you stole mine yeah
Oh and everything you say
Every time we kiss I can't think straight
But I'm okay
And I can't think of anybody else
Who I hate to miss as much as I hate missing you
So please give me your hand
So please just take my hand
She came to a slow stop, her eyes had been closed the last 5 bars of the song. She opened her eyes slowly and bit her lip at the audience, it was her newest song and she hoped that it was likable. People clapped, she smiled shyly, as a strand of hair fell from her face. There was a tad bit more money in her guitar case, which meant she did good, right? ”Thanks everyone for listening”, she said nervously and took the guitar from off her shoulders and set it aside. She slowly gathered everything that was in her guitar case, including her scarf that she laid in their just for it to hold, she put it around her neck feeling the light chill of the air suddenly.
WORD COUNT 626
LYRICS Demi Lovato “LaLa Land”
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Post by eleanor sarah walker on Feb 9, 2010 18:38:12 GMT -5
Sarah had decided to spend a night on the town. Well, the promenade, if that counts. It was bordering twilight and so the sun made Sarah's shadow long on the warm cement beneath her feet. It had been a relatively cool day so Sarah was wearing a little bit more than she generally would. She had on a navy satin blouse, black dress pants, copper ballet flats, and to top it off, a thigh skimming tan trench coat. It was a simple little outfit, but you would normally catch her in shorts and a tank top when the weather wasn't so ghastly.
She had no specific aim at coming to the Promenade. Sometimes you just kind of need some time to yourself, ya know? And for some reason, fate called her here. Sarah almost thought she was imagining things when she first heard the music; some crazy figment of her over-worked brain. But if wasn't. As she rounded the corner, a weird picture came into full view. Tons of people had surrounded a girl that was singing and playing a guitar. She was good. Really good. Her song finished and she began another, slower this time. No one around her moved. If anything, more people gathered around. Sarah become one of those people and blended into the crowd easily.
Oh and everything you say
Every time we kiss I can't think straight
But I'm okay
And I can't think of anybody else
Who I hate to miss as much as I hate missing you
These lyrics stood out to Sarah. It reminded her of him. Her left he left her and she still thought about him all the time. She had to stop, but she couldn't. Tears began to well up in her eyes, but she controlled her emotions easily. Just this one took a little bit more effort. The song ended and the girl thanked everyone for coming and everyone clapped in return, Sarah included. People began to disperse, leaving the girl to gather her music together. Sarah could have just as easily, if not more so, slid away with the group, not even sending a ripple through the crowd. But she felt that she needed to stay. With her head bowed, she spoke.
"That was really good," she said amiably. Most of the music she was picking up was handwritten. Each song was a little different. Some were more spunky, up-beat. But other were more sentimental and emotional. It was easy to tell which was which. The lyrics were telling. Some had tear stains on them. Whoever this girl was, writing was obviously something that she didn't take lightly. [/blockquote] |
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Post by christine jocelyn moore on Feb 13, 2010 5:29:56 GMT -5
Christine didn’t sing and perform for money; she did it to spread her love for music. She did it so that she could share her thoughts and feelings with the world. She had everything cleaned up, slowly placing her guitar in the case and closing the case, snapping it shut at the buckles. Right before she was about to pick up the guitar by the handle, she heard a voice. She looked up and smiled a little, the girl looked sad, but not depressed. Christine grew a little concerned, but decied not to ask about it, at least not yet. Christine smiled a little more, ”Thanks… I’m really glad you think so”, she said with pure honest in her eyes. She loved hearing good reviews on her songs, it made her feel more confident in her writing and playing, which made her want to keep going. It gave her the confidence and assurance she needed to keep on heading towards her dream. She knew it wasn’t too far, she just needed a little more going and then bam, she could finally get the chance to reach out and grab it. Christine also liked the bad critics though, constructive critiscism helped a lot too. It gave her the things she needed to work on to get where she wanted to be. ”You play anything?”, she asked with a tilt of the head as she bent down a bit to grab the handle on the guitar case. She wasn’t going to walk away, that’d be rude. But she needed to be close to her guitar, she needed to be touching it in some way, it was the love of her life.
WORD COUNT 279
LYRICS Demi Lovato “LaLa Land”
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NOTES
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Post by eleanor sarah walker on Feb 13, 2010 21:56:01 GMT -5
It was easy to tell how someone was or is feeling. You look for the little things; the clench of a fist, the shallow breathing. But if someone was remembering something that was so sad it was hard to forget, that someone might have little mascara smudges below her eyes or have their hand in their hair, twisting and turning. In Sarah's case she knew all of these tricks and things. When she was sad she generally made up for it with happiness, which might be a dead giveaway to some. She would smile and laugh and talk about happy things while her insides were being torn up. Rarely did she ever shed a tear, let alone a full on sob-fest. No, that would be too hard. Sarah didn't like being the center of a pity party.
Now as she looked at the girl she saw a little bit of sadness, or was it remembrance? in her eyes. Just that little shine could tell the onlooker so many things it's ridiculous. No matter, Sarah decided not to press the subject, as she hoped the person in front of her would as well. When the girl asked if she played anything, Sarah shook her head lightly.
"No, I don't. I'm not exactly what you would call musically inclined," she smiled and chuckled for a brief moment. "My name's Eleanor Walker, but my friends call me Sarah." she held out her hand to shake it with the girl. Maybe this was why fate called her down this street. Maybe she would make a new friend. [/blockquote] |
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Post by christine jocelyn moore on Feb 18, 2010 14:14:22 GMT -5
Christine chuckled a bit, ”Aw, well maybe I can teach you sometime?”, she shrugged happily. She couldn’t help but be super nice to new people; it was just a part of Christine’s personality. She always put more into a conversation or friendship than expected, but she loved meeting new individuals and spreading smiles around the world. She was just such a positive person. Christine gave the girl her hand in return with a bright smile on her face, she wanted the girl to forget about the sadness she had just been experiencing. That was no way to go on about your day, unless her song brought some sort of flashback or memory back for the girl? Either way, Christine wasn’t going to ask about it, she felt as if it wasn’t her place. At least not just yet.
”Well hello Sarah”, she gave a light shake with her hand and retrieved her hand back directly after. ”I’m Christine Moore, you can … call me whatever you want”, she shrugged happily, ”People always come up with new nicknames for the name ‘christine’”, she added. Her guitar was on her side, hanging from her other arm. ”You want to go get some coffee or something?”, she suggested, she really did love making new friends and hoped that the girl didn’t think she was too forward. ”My treat”, she added happily, in hope to convince the girl.
WORD COUNT 234
LYRICS Demi Lovato “LaLa Land”
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TAG Eleanor!
NOTES
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Post by eleanor sarah walker on Feb 18, 2010 17:37:28 GMT -5
Sarah smiled at the girl as she shook her hand. Christine. Yeah, she must have heard that name somewhere. School? The park? Somewhere, but Sarah couldn't pinpoint where. That was okay, though. You didn't need to have information before hand to befriend someone; well, that wasn't true. Sometimes it's wisest to find out all you can about a person before meeting or befriending them. They might have malicious tendencies or some kind of prostitution record. But some were just plain normal, as Christine seemed. Most people were perfectly normal, no matter how many skeletons were kept in their closet. Generally Sarah might be a little suspicious at first and might try to dig deeper into the new person's past and find out all of those skeletons. But this time seemed different. Christine seemed like someone that was trustworthy and not someone like an East Coast pimp, or something. She seemed normal.
Sarah nodded as Christine offered to take her out for coffee. Coffee sounded good really good. But what threw her off was that she wanted it to be her, Christine's, treat. Wow. She hadn't met anyone who might even consider going to coffee with her, let alone taking the bill, in a long time. Shaking her head, Sarah spoke
"No, no, I couldn't do that. I have money on me," she patted her purse that was resting on her right shoulder, "But I would love to go get coffee. The nearest Starbucks is just down the street." she said and motioned just over her left shoulder down 4th street. [/blockquote] |
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Post by christine jocelyn moore on Feb 21, 2010 13:43:55 GMT -5
Christine knew that some people didn’t like to go off with strangers and that was completely fine. It was actually a reason why she picked a public location to go further their conversation, a nice open and safe place. She had to watch out for herself too, you know? She didn’t recognize the girl at all, though she sort of expected she went to her school, since the girl looked close to her own age. That would actually be pretty perfect actually, since Christine didn’t have many girl friends, her friends mostly consisted of boys. She was such a tomboy, she didn’t know how that happened, but she just naturally got a long with guys much better.
Christine chuckled, ”Ya sure? This is a once in a life time opportunityyyyyy”, she sang playfully, still insisting she was still willing to pay for it. She nodded in agreement, Starbucks sounded great. Christine started to walk towards the way the girl had pointed, though she did know where it was. ”So do you go to Concord High school?”, she asked expecting a yes, ”Or are you an adult that just looks really young??”, she smiled a little. She brushed some hair out of her face, her guitar still in her other hand, she was going to be glad to put it down at her feet once they were sitting.
WORD COUNT 227
LYRICS Demi Lovato “LaLa Land”
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STATUS done!
TAG Eleanor!
NOTES
CREDITS meee, yo!
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