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Post by Ashton Williams on Aug 22, 2007 18:12:27 GMT -5
Studying.
Ashton never saw studying as a chore, like many of the kids who went to her school. Especially when she was studying for English. Most of the time it would be reading a book, a play or a poem then analyzing it. Ashton thrived on this. She could get lost in any work of literature. It was her only escape from the real world. She would lose herself in a book, pretending to be the character and imagining how different her life would be. It was pretty obvious to anyone who spoke with her that she was unhappy with her life. Ashton knew that she was meant for great things, but these great things never seemed to happen to her. This is exactly why she was unhappy. She often got caught up in a book and would raise her expectations for herself very high. That she would accomplish something great. Though, she always failed. She just wanted something more in her life. At the moment there was no adventure, no romance, no feats of greatness. All in all, Ashton was bored with her life. And that boredom lead to unhappiness. She was just holding out, waiting for something extraordinary to happen.
Today, Ashton was reading Macbeth as an assignment for her Lit and Comp class. She was only supposed to read one chapter tonight, but she had become so enthralled that she was now almost done with the entire play. Sitting propped up against a large Oak tree with her flip flops being kicked off her feet and laying askew, she allowed her eyes to fly over the words on the pages. Stopping for a moment, she looked up and sighed. It was moments like this that she wished she had someone to share her excitement with. Though, as of now, Ashton had no one. She had left all her close friends back home and hadn't befriended anyone since she had arrived. She didn't make friends easily because of her fear that she would scare them off and her inability to trust people freely. Not only was Ashton bored, but she was lonely. She had no one to confide in, no one to laugh with or cry with. At the moment, her existence revolved around her studies. Not that she had a problem with that, but there was a part of her that yearned to have companions. Looking back down at the pages of the book, her eyes began flying again
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Post by Shawn Appleton on Aug 23, 2007 2:11:19 GMT -5
For the love of everything good and holy, Shawn couldn't rid of the song that was stuck in his head. Not even for the life on him. Over and over, his mind would play through Everlong, a song created by the Foo Fighters. His hands ached all day, wanting to play the song on his acoustic guitar. Of course, he had to wait until the school day was over. That didn't keep his hands from twitching. Twice he was told to stop his finger tapping, once by a student and another time by a teacher. An annoyed scowl would appear upon his face once a while, but it didn't mean his mood was low. He was just mildly upset that he wasn't able to play the one song that decided to haunt him.
Breathing out a sigh of relief, class was dismissed and he was one of the first to rush out the door. With his guitar case slung over his shoulder, he whistled the tune to himself while making his way over to the courtyard. Finally, he had some free time to himself and he knew exactly how to spend it. Maneuvering through some of his peers, he made his way to the courtyard. It was one of his most favorite places on campus. Autumn was setting in nicely, coloring the once green trees in shades of copper and gold. The sky wasn't too sunny, but not too cloudy either. He smiled to himself, hoping it would rain someday. Looking around, he picked a random tree to sit under, unaware that someone was on the other side of it. Sweeping some dried leaves off a patch of grass, he plopped down by the roots while sliding the case off his shoulder.
Unzipping the case, he pulled out his beloved acoustic and positioned it on his lap. He strummed it for a bit, testing the chords to see if they were tuned. Of course, Shawn religious played his guitar so it was always well tuned. It was just a habit of his to check. Never know when your older brother or younger sister decides to mess with your most prized possession. Satisfied with the sound, he tucked his empty guitar case at his side. The oh so familiar song erupted from his acoustic, his hands skillfully strumming along. With his head bowed, he mouthed the lyrics to himself, not daring to sing aloud. Shawn wasn't confident in his voice for it was just too ordinary for a public performance. He decided to let his guitar sing instead.
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Post by Ashton Williams on Aug 23, 2007 18:19:36 GMT -5
Ashton was reading a rather exciting part of Macbeth when she heard the first note of a song. It was coming from a guitar which, from what she could hear, was on the other side of the tree. She jumped at this sound, not expecting it since it was almost completely silent except for the wind blowing through the tree that she sat underneath. She really didn't want to disturb the person on the other side of the tree since they were so innocently unaware of her presence. So instead she sat, placing her book in her lap, and listening to the sweet harmonic tunes of the guitar. Almost immediately she recognized the tune. It was Everlong, by the Foo Fighters. She knew the song well and quite enjoyed listening to it.
When she was little, Ashton's step-father used to lull her to sleep by the sound of his acoustic guitar. This sound not only soothed her greatly but also made her slightly sleepy. She let out a yawn and began swaying to the music. Hearing the tune of the guitar made her suddenly very homesick. She missed her mother and father. As well as all her friend back home. At that moment, she wished more than anything that she had someone to talk to about her homesickness. Sighing deeply, she pushed these thoughts aside and began swaying to the music again. She soon found herself humming, rather loudly, to the music.
[[OOC: Sorry. It's crappy! Long day at school.]]
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Post by Shawn Appleton on Aug 23, 2007 19:52:42 GMT -5
Shawn was in his zone. With his head bobbing to the beat and his hands working the guitar so naturally, his imagination ran wild. He pictured himself alone on a stage, the spotlight placed steadily upon his figure. In his mind's eye, he could see the hushed audience watching him intensely. Of course, his little fantasy could be a reality with enough time and effort. His mother was already in the entertainment business, so he had his connections. He would rather be a musician through his own efforts rather than ride the coattails of someone else. For now, he was satisfied with his little dream world.
At first, Shawn though he was humming to himself, but quickly realized that the sound was coming from somewhere else. He stopped playing and looked around to see who was joining him in his little show. He could've sworn it came from the other side of the tree. Pushing his guitar off his lap, he snaked his body around the tree to confirm his suspicions. And thus, there was another student there who seemed to be studying. He felt a little bad that he might've interrupted her reading, but he noticed that she was enjoying his song. Besides, if it really did bother her, she would've let him know by now. Grinning, he scooted from his spot to sit a little closer to the hummer.
"So you like Foo Fighters?" he asked.
((OOC: Hehe no problem.))
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Post by Ashton Williams on Aug 23, 2007 20:01:52 GMT -5
Ashton had now become completely wrapped up in the music and was letting her mind wander to her hometown. She was wondering where her friends were at this very moment and what they were doing. God, how she missed them. Then suddenly, the music stopped. Ashton opened her eyes and quit swaying just in time to see a boy snake around the tree and look at her. She laughed lightly at herself and blushed. How stupid she must have looked, sitting there and swaying.
'So you like Foo Fighters?'
She heard him ask as he scooted closer to her. Foo Fighters were not her favorite band in the world, but she did like that song. She had a pretty open mind to music. She loved everything from Classical to Pop. Anything but Rap. She couldn't stand rap. It was simply just words put to an electronic beat. If you could call those words. They were mostly just profanities. She smiled at him and tilted her head from side to side as if to say 'kinda'.
'Well, they are alright. Not my favorite. But I love that song!' She said still smiling
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Post by Shawn Appleton on Aug 24, 2007 23:40:55 GMT -5
While trying to get as comfortable as he could on the ground, he gave his new acquaintance a quick scan. Judging by the way she dressed, she seemed like one of the scene girls. It was easy to spot them with their outrageous hairstyles and billions of accessories. Shawn had hung out with some of the Scene/Emo kids and they seemed alright. Some of them were too depressed for Shawn to stand. He was usually the type to cheer people up and it was hard to try to cheer people up who don't want to cooperate. He had to admit, though, they did make tacky, colorful things fashionable.
Now he wasn't going to judge her by her appearance. Shawn was very much against stereotypes and prejudice. He would rather get to know their personality more than anything. Already they had some sort of common interest. It was easy to talk to teenagers about music. It's even easier when it's Shawn. He doesn't know everything about it, but he knows whatever he's interested in.
"Yeah, I'm more into rock and some pop stuff. What kind of music are you into?" he asked, leaning against the tree trunk.
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Post by Ashton Williams on Aug 24, 2007 23:56:12 GMT -5
Watching him as he adjusted his position into a more comfortable one, she took in his 'look'. She wasn't sure exactly what clique he was in, but she was positive that he wasn't one of the Populars or Jocks. She breathed a sight of relief for that. The Jocks and the Populars never really seemed to like her. Probably because she was different. Not just your average, every day different. Like the kids that say they are different but then they turn around and do what everyone else is doing. Ashton was truly different. She had completely different values and morals than most. Not to mention the Bipolar disorder that played a huge role in her personality. The Populars liked to scoff at everything that she said in class. Ashton had no fear speaking her mind. Especially when it came to things she was passionate about. Such as Literature and Music. She had opinions that people didn't like. And honestly, she didn't give a crap about that.
She was relieved to know that she and the boy who was now sitting next to her had similar interests. Not only because of the song that he was playing, but because it was rather obvious that he had as much of a passion for music as she did. You could see it in his eyes. And on his hands. From what she could tell, he had 'rockstar' hands. That's what she and her friends called it at home. 'Rockstar' hands were calloused and worn down from constantly playing the guitar. She glanced down at his hands for a moment, which were resting on the acoustic guitar in his lap and immediately knew that he was definitely a rockstar.
'Yeah, I'm more into rock and some pop stuff. What kind of music are you into?'
She let out a breathy laugh at this question. She wasn't laughing at him by any means, but rather laughing at herself. She was somewhat embarrassed by the music that she listened to, but not enough to hide her passion for it. She shook her head and smiled lightly.
'You're gonna laugh at me for this one. But my favorite band at the moment would have to be Motion City Soundtrack. I know it's kinda lame and completely mainstream, but they pretty much rock my world. But I listen to a lot stuff like that. Too many bands to name. I could go on for days'
Ashton smiled and looked down, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. If this guy really appreciated music, then she had nothing to be embarrassed about. True music fanatics didn't judge or really hate any kind of music or band. They embraced almost anything and kept an open mind to anything that came their way. This is what made Ashton a true music fanatic.
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Post by Shawn Appleton on Aug 28, 2007 1:55:41 GMT -5
"Motion City Soundtrack?" he repeated, rasing his eyebrows. "They're not bad at all, actually. What you like is whatever you like. I'm not here to judge," he repied, smiling. "Besides, you don't need to know underground bands to be 'cool' or 'unique'. I don't think mainstream is bad. There are some bands who are mainstream because they are good." There were some truth in his words. With his naviety, he believed that there are artists who work for the sake of music. Shawn himself praticed that philosophy. As much as his parents disliked the idea, Shawn always wanted to be a famous artist or musician. He loved the arts enough to make it into a lifetime deal.
"I have many many favorite bands as well," he chuckled. "I have my main ones though. I'm not too picky about artists. It's the music I like." He patted his guitar and smiled. "But anyways. Was I bothering you or anything? I mean, I could play some where else you know." He glanced at her book and looked back up at Ashton.
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