Post by Brooke on Nov 13, 2004 18:43:19 GMT
Brooke Hasenstab threw the papers at her wall in utter frustration. Her words were mingled, her notes were clashed, and her fingers to tired to play anymore. She sighed and set her guitar down roughly before walking over and picking up the scattered music sheets.
She got on her hands and knees and started to pile the papers in a semi-neat pile. The edges were asewed in odd designs and shapes all from her wear and tear process a few months ago. Her mind hadn't been clear enough then for a good enough song to be written, it was now but she still had no way to write a song. After she finished with the papers she placed them in the drawer that was in her table beside her four poster and sat down on the soft mattress.
Brooke's music took time to write clearly, took time to sing with the right melody and took time to even strum correctly. She wasn't normally a patient girl, coming from a family where she recieved everything she wanted within a milli-second, but her song writing took patience, and that was indeed something she did not possess.
She flung her body backwards onto the bed and sighed heavily. Her eyes closed gingerly and she couldn't hear anything but the steady beat of her heart, and the ragged sounds from her lungs. The effects of living with smokers, she thought. Her eyes popped open as she heard the sounds of approaching footsteps.
She got on her hands and knees and started to pile the papers in a semi-neat pile. The edges were asewed in odd designs and shapes all from her wear and tear process a few months ago. Her mind hadn't been clear enough then for a good enough song to be written, it was now but she still had no way to write a song. After she finished with the papers she placed them in the drawer that was in her table beside her four poster and sat down on the soft mattress.
Brooke's music took time to write clearly, took time to sing with the right melody and took time to even strum correctly. She wasn't normally a patient girl, coming from a family where she recieved everything she wanted within a milli-second, but her song writing took patience, and that was indeed something she did not possess.
She flung her body backwards onto the bed and sighed heavily. Her eyes closed gingerly and she couldn't hear anything but the steady beat of her heart, and the ragged sounds from her lungs. The effects of living with smokers, she thought. Her eyes popped open as she heard the sounds of approaching footsteps.
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