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Post by Brodie Dhonchaindh on Apr 22, 2007 15:06:50 GMT -5
I know you
so better than the city in the rear view
I drive to
eliminate the ball that I'm chained to
[/i] to listen. Not those who the label pulled tricks on to fool them in buying their CD. There was a childish glint of wonder as she looked out the large glass window of the store. She watched the people with a certain interest. She had never seen the world like this, she had never stopped and just looked around, suddenly things seemed so much more...clear...so much more better than without poison in her veins and so much more logical. There was regret yes, about how she waisted herself and how she had screwed up, but she was trying not to concentrate on that, instead she was looking to the future and focusing on that. That way she could so something special. She could make a difference to someone, like Pete had made a difference to her. That way...her life might be worth something. [/blockquote][/ul][/color] Take me break me
every mile further there's a part of me that slips away
One day you'll see
Even if you got down on your knees you couldn't make me stay [/color][/size] |
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Post by William Beckett on Apr 22, 2007 15:29:03 GMT -5
"Yeah, I know," William said, hearing Michael's voice on the other end of the phone. He wasn't up for talking, especially since Michael was telling him what the rest of the band had been telling him since the accident. "You just really need to get over feeling guilty over that girl," he heard Michael say. "I don't feel guilty about it!" William said, annoyance slipping into his tone. He didn't know how long it had been since he talked to Brodie, but they weren't on good terms. He didn't really know if he'd see her again, but he wasn't overly concerned either. "Well you're just moping around, and it's making us feel like we have to mope too. We feel guilty if we have fun and you don't," Michael said. "You guys, I'll be fine. I had fun last night, didn't I?" William asked. Lie. All the 'fun' he had had last night was all fake. He looked around Starbucks, his cell phone glued to his ear, several people looking at him whenever he said anything. It was like they'd never seen a man talk on a phone before. "Well, it seemed as if you were just laughing and stuff to please us. We know it's not been easy for you, Will, and we're sympathetic. Maybe you should like, talk to someone. Someone who can help you through the trauma or whatever," Michael added, and he heard some noises in the background. Obviously, Michael wasn't alone in the tourbus. He didn't care if the rest of the guys heard what William and Michael were saying, but now William felt as if he had an audience. Even though he was surrounded by people in Starbucks, they had no idea what was going on, so they didn't particularly count. "Michael, I'm not depressed," William said. "Look, I've really got to go," he added quickly, hitting the 'end' button and turning his phone off also. He stepped up to the counter and ordered a French vanilla cappuccino. He slid the shiny silver phone into his pocket and grabbed the $5 he had stashed in there before he left and slid it across the counter. "Keep the change," he said. He hated carrying odd little coins around; usually he forgot about them and they ended up getting lost anyway, so what was the point in having it? A few minutes later an employee set the drink down on the counter and he grabbed it, walking towards the other end of the store and looking around for anyone he knew. His eyes fell on Brodie, and he raised an eyebrow. She seemed to be writing something, though he didn't know what. Probably lyrics or something; he had heard she was the lyricist for her old band. He walked over, feeling slightly uneasy. After what happened last time he had no idea why he was bothering to go over to her, but he was. William set the drink down and asked, "Mind if I sit here?" |
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Post by Brodie Dhonchaindh on Apr 22, 2007 15:42:53 GMT -5
Drive all night
Never gonna get me
Night by night
To get away from it all
[/i] oh ew how disguising was that! She read the lyrics over and over, timing it in her head to the tune she already had visualized, she already knew what she wanted it to sound like. Crossing out words she replaced them till they fitted, a gentle beat was tapped out on the page of the book as she smiled. " Never win first place, I don't support the team
I can't take direction, and my socks are never
clean
Teachers dated me, my parents hated me
I was always in a fight cuz I can't do nothin'
right
Everyday I fight a war against the mirror
I can't take the person starin' back at me
I'm a hazard to myself" They had come together, and she was happy enough with it. This was her therapy. Then a voice hit her, she knew it, looking up at William she smiled and nodded. "Yeah, sure." She told him happily. "How are you?"[/blockquote][/ul][/color] Fight fight fight
All you wanna do is hurt me
You wrecked my life
So I'm gonna have to drive all night [/color][/size] |
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Post by William Beckett on Apr 22, 2007 16:19:23 GMT -5
William smiled. He was happy to see that Brodie was actually sober; and she was in a good mood, even though William had been a total bastard to her when he'd met up with her the first time. "I'm doing well," William said, removing the cap from the cappuccino and poking his finger in the liquid, then pulling it out quickly and whiping it on a napkin. It was still hot, but burning his finger was better then burning his tongue, right? Plus, his finger wouldn't sting for all that long. "How about you? Things going better for you?" William asked. Despite what happened last time, he really did want Brodie to sober up. No one deserved to walk down such a pitiful road; it lead to nothing but disappointment, much as Brodie knew, he bet. When he was younger he had had a friend who did nothing but party, get drunk, then get high once he sobered up from the drinking. William himself had gotten drunk numerous times, but he usually kept in control when he could. But, that particular friend had ODed, and William didn't want that for Brodie. "What're you writing?" he asked, staring out the window at the busy sidewalk. Hectic Families passed, starry-eyed couples passed, and chattering businessmen and woman passed by. It was all variety, yet everyone probably had something in common. Though he knew that most likely most people wouldn't give the people around them the time of day. It was all out of pure selfishness, and if you do that all the time you never know who you might be giving up. A potiential best friend, maybe. He directed his attention back to Brodie, waiting for her answer. |
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Post by Brodie Dhonchaindh on Apr 22, 2007 16:35:56 GMT -5
I'll stay strong
I'm pushing on the pedal till I break dawn
So I'm gone, go find another shoulder you can cry on [/color] [/b] She said with a slight laugh. "I'm just trying to get back on track...but its hard. I wont lie. But I'm doing ok. I will be ok." She told him with a nod as if she was talking to herself and not him, the words were meant to encourage herself. She had to keep doing that, had to keep going forward in the right direction this time. "Um...I don't really know what I'm writing." She told him with a slight frown. "I just let it happen, I don't really question it much. If I do it usually wrecks it." She told him with another slight laugh. She turned the book round so Will could read what she had written. "Sometimes all you need is a kick up the ass to tell you you've fucked up and you need to change. And I got my fair few of them the last week or so." She told him as she looked at her hand shaking again, she laid her other hand on top of it but it didn't stop and she knew the question he was going to ask. "Just ignore it. Just the withdrawal." She told him quietly. [/blockquote][/ul][/color] Take me break me
every mile further there's a part of me that slips away [/size] |
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Post by William Beckett on Apr 22, 2007 17:19:28 GMT -5
William nodded. His phone rang again and he growled, digging into his pockets. "I thought I turned this off," he said. The ID said 'The Butcher.' He flipped his phone up and listened to him talk quickly into the phone. "William you can't avoid us forever. Why don't you just come back here and we'll hang out and stuff?" William rolled his eyes. "I'm fine, you guys! Gosh, all I wanted to do was go to Starbucks. Just, please, let me finish my coffee and I'll be back, alright?" he asked, looking towards Brodie and giving her an apologetic look. "Alright, just don't come back all depressed and shit. We've had enough of that," The Butcher said, adding a sigh before he hung up. William flipped the phone shut and set it on the table, almost absolutely sure that someone would be calling him back again. "I'm glad that you're attempting this, Brodie," he said sincerely. He glanced over at the book she held, scanning it quickly but thoroughly. "You're talented, and if you'd had stayed the way you were, then that would've been wasted," he added with a smile. He picked up the cup and took a drink, not caring that it was still a tad too hot. He'd been craving coffee for awhile, and he'd risk a burnt tongue if it meant he actually got some. Michael had broken the coffee maker (because he isn't that smart) and William hadn't had the time or money to buy a new one. He glanced down at her hand, which was shaking, and shrugged slightly. "It'll get better," William said. |
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Post by Brodie Dhonchaindh on Apr 22, 2007 17:47:41 GMT -5
Spin round
Tell me what to say
Break down
And no other way
[/color] [/b] She told him, taking her hands back and sitting them on her lap so he couldn't see them. "I already wasted my life...well thats what it feels like. I lost my band...they were a shower of wanks anyway. So I guess all this is a blessing in disguise. I guess, I needed to cut the ties, cut out all the things that caused this and then - then I could try and sort myself out." She told him with a smile. She looked at him, almost melancholic. "I loved my band...at the beginning, but in the end. It turned out...to be a nightmare, we signed to a label who didn't care, they just wanted to sell units and they did everything they could to use anything I did to their advantage." She explained for the first time without a hint of bitterness in her voice. So what they had stolen her work and used her. This was a new start. "But you know most of the stuff in the papers was true. I fucked everything up a bit. But. Thats all changing." She took her hand and pointed to the book. "This time, I'm a musician, not a rock star. You can't be both." The one piece of advice she would hold to heart.[/blockquote][/ul][/color] If you're gonna fall,
I'll let you know,
that I will pick you up
like you for I, [/b][/size] |
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