Post by cdc on Mar 6, 2006 23:12:56 GMT
The school day was over. As most younger students were celebrating, Jamison didn't care at all. He liked classes and studying. Was that a problem? He didn't think so. So what if he might be called a book nerd? Jamison didn't care about stupid things like that. Classes were fun to him and he liked learning new things. Jamison walked up to his dorm tiredly. It had been a long day, but not a bad one. Jamison sat on his bed quill in hand. It was much easier for him to get his homework done with so he could head outside and sit in the sunlight. His dorm was stuffy and crowded with all the guys and their things. No one really cleaned including Jamison, but he did think about it sometimes. Minutes passes as Jamison read, wrote, and studied. After finishing, he got right up, grabbed his guitar, and headed down from the dorm. It was time for some time playing his beloved instrument.
The air was a bit warm as it poured onto Jamison's face making him shield it a bit. The weather was becoming warmer with every single day. It was a good thing for Jamison. Winters were always complicated for him. Christmas, which was a big part of winter, just wasn't at all his favorite holiday. It hadn't been since his parents died. That ruined most of his winter joy for him. It was hard watching other teens be excited for the day and buy gifts for their families. Jamison only had three presents to buy as he usually just wrote songs for his friends. They seemed to like an original Jamison song better, but maybe they were just being polite. Winters were just not simple like spring seemed to be. Cold always put a damper on life for Wendi and when she was unhappy, Jamison usually was also. Life always seemed sad when Wendi was grieving. Spring coming for Jamison was a good thing. It meant that summer would be upon him soon, but that was also a weird feeling. After summer was sixth year and Jamison felt unprepared for that.
No clouds were seen in the sky as Jamison sat. The skies were lined by blue that looked like a crystal clear lake. The sun gleamed down on his face hard. He hadn't worn a hat which he was now regretting greatly. Jamison's back was prompt against part of the castle wall which was shielded a bit by the roof. He scooted back a bit feeling the sun move farther from his making him grin a bit. Things seemed to be getting better for him. Wendi was still a wild child, but was learning to calm down. This brought much ease on his mind and thought. His guitar was layed in his lap as always. He held the length of the guitar in his arms moving it gently as he played each cord. Music soothed him in so many ways. It was his passion and it calmed him greatly. Jamison picked up his pick hitting each string in the right place. He was just practicing a few simple cords. It wasn't anything too hard as he didn't have any good lyrics at the moment. He wasn't exactly working on a melody either, just putting cords together that ended with a pretty sound. The sort of thing came easily for Jamison and he loved making music for himself and for others.
"Hmmm.." Jamison hummed quietly with the now very nice sounding melody. The notes were now arranged to form something he was quite pleased with. It sounded like something he had been working with for awhile and it had. Well, he worked on it for an hour. He liked the way each note sounded it was something he could easily use later. Jamison could even get Wendi to help him with words. He had always been good with the melodies as Wendi did the words. For a cute, crazy Hufflepuff, she was very good with words that meant something. Wendi surprised Jamison a lot. She wasn't what she seemed and Jamison wanted people to figure that out very soon. Wendi was a big part of Jamison. She might be perhaps the best part of him for without her, Jamison wouldn't have much. The cords kept coming, but Jamison still couldn't find words. It kept playing nicely paying complete attention to his passion.
The air was a bit warm as it poured onto Jamison's face making him shield it a bit. The weather was becoming warmer with every single day. It was a good thing for Jamison. Winters were always complicated for him. Christmas, which was a big part of winter, just wasn't at all his favorite holiday. It hadn't been since his parents died. That ruined most of his winter joy for him. It was hard watching other teens be excited for the day and buy gifts for their families. Jamison only had three presents to buy as he usually just wrote songs for his friends. They seemed to like an original Jamison song better, but maybe they were just being polite. Winters were just not simple like spring seemed to be. Cold always put a damper on life for Wendi and when she was unhappy, Jamison usually was also. Life always seemed sad when Wendi was grieving. Spring coming for Jamison was a good thing. It meant that summer would be upon him soon, but that was also a weird feeling. After summer was sixth year and Jamison felt unprepared for that.
No clouds were seen in the sky as Jamison sat. The skies were lined by blue that looked like a crystal clear lake. The sun gleamed down on his face hard. He hadn't worn a hat which he was now regretting greatly. Jamison's back was prompt against part of the castle wall which was shielded a bit by the roof. He scooted back a bit feeling the sun move farther from his making him grin a bit. Things seemed to be getting better for him. Wendi was still a wild child, but was learning to calm down. This brought much ease on his mind and thought. His guitar was layed in his lap as always. He held the length of the guitar in his arms moving it gently as he played each cord. Music soothed him in so many ways. It was his passion and it calmed him greatly. Jamison picked up his pick hitting each string in the right place. He was just practicing a few simple cords. It wasn't anything too hard as he didn't have any good lyrics at the moment. He wasn't exactly working on a melody either, just putting cords together that ended with a pretty sound. The sort of thing came easily for Jamison and he loved making music for himself and for others.
"Hmmm.." Jamison hummed quietly with the now very nice sounding melody. The notes were now arranged to form something he was quite pleased with. It sounded like something he had been working with for awhile and it had. Well, he worked on it for an hour. He liked the way each note sounded it was something he could easily use later. Jamison could even get Wendi to help him with words. He had always been good with the melodies as Wendi did the words. For a cute, crazy Hufflepuff, she was very good with words that meant something. Wendi surprised Jamison a lot. She wasn't what she seemed and Jamison wanted people to figure that out very soon. Wendi was a big part of Jamison. She might be perhaps the best part of him for without her, Jamison wouldn't have much. The cords kept coming, but Jamison still couldn't find words. It kept playing nicely paying complete attention to his passion.
But I finally got to it! Hurray! 
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