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OH GOD LOL DUDE. Oh Mick.
God, I wish I could move faster with this fan fiction thing. This is taking forever and do to the fact that I'm a bit broke on ideas 3it's not not making it any easier. I've been planning this really long story about the Stones. I did plan on putting it out there, but I am in a bit of a road block.
Eh, here's a few lines.
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Keith is back to the chair, strung loosely in his chair. That strap to the guitar just hangs loosely- his fingers just dancing. An empty bottle-- Jack left him high and dry. The gentleman was perched on his knee, not helping him at all. A cigarette on his lips-- it's a bore to be back here. No liquor, just a cigarette.
Chapped lips in a normal frown. Black leather sitting on his legs, a white shirt perched on his spotted arms. Woody is on the chair, he grins. Fingers work furious, taming those chords. He smiles-- then frowns, difficult notes just out of reach. Quickly must he work to get them notes.
Eyes find Ronnie, glazed as a cloudy sky. From time to time, he looks more. Keith liked him: he was such a loose, happy guy. Better than Taylor, he thought. Keith liked this attitude that Woody gave 'em.
Fingers are stilled not for long though. Jack, that not so gentleman, is next to Ronnie. All he has is a needle. That Spanish Tony wasn't coming. Damn him and thank god; he's not sure which one is more fitting.
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I like to try out different types of story writing. I like to make it simple, or have complex things. When I have angst, it's complex, or normally, just simple. This is a snippet from my story for a certain person who is moving. She knows who she is.
I've got three appointments this week, all right after each other. Monday - Wednesday. I have no idea how much school I'll be missing. Anyways at least it'll be for good reason. I don't know if I actually did something really bad to my leg, so in the next few days, I'll find out.
I was watching the talent show on Friday at school. There wasn't a lot of things that were 'wow' worthy. People who could actually play an instrument, yes, they had talent. And could sing. People who sang rap, did these weird dances, don't really have it. I don't really like those dances that them girls like to do to snippets of rap music and it's boring after a while because I've seen them each year and seen the routine. It gets pretty old.
I'm probably going to watch that Rush documentary that won in that film festival. I'm looking forwards to it a little.
No music. Just the TV.
