Post by GREYtheFLAILER on Nov 29, 2009 2:31:02 GMT -5
Erik Night
Erik sat at the bar that guarded the inner kitchen, a pencil in hand, aiming at a blank piece of lined paper. He had been tyring all night to find the perfect lyrics, but nothign had come, you woudl know this by glancing into his garbage can full or crumpled papers. He sighed aggrivated, and dropped the pencil. If he couldn't right a song yet.. Why not play one! Erik leapt form his seat, causign the chair beneath him to screetch against the wooden floors. He shrugged, and placed his laptop onto the table surface. Google.ca, 'I'm yours.'
"Perfect.."
He said, listening to the song a few times. He then whipped out the piece of paper and grabbed his guitar. He listened, wrote, then played, listened wrote then played.
An hour had passed, and he decided to put together all he had so far. He exhaleed deeply, then picked up his guitar and reading himself. He started to play the intro, softly carressing the strings of the guitar.
"Well you done done me and you bet I felt it
I tried to be chill but you're so hot that I melted
I fell right through the cracks
And now I'm trying to get back
Before the cool done run out
I'll be giving it my bestest
Nothing's going to stop me but divine intervention
I reckon it's again my turn to win some or learn some
I won't hesitate no more, no more
It cannot wait, I'm yours......."
He finished the part he woudl learn tonight, then ran over it a few itmes, until he knew it off by heart, and was playing it, adding little changes here and there....
Erik sat at the bar that guarded the inner kitchen, a pencil in hand, aiming at a blank piece of lined paper. He had been tyring all night to find the perfect lyrics, but nothign had come, you woudl know this by glancing into his garbage can full or crumpled papers. He sighed aggrivated, and dropped the pencil. If he couldn't right a song yet.. Why not play one! Erik leapt form his seat, causign the chair beneath him to screetch against the wooden floors. He shrugged, and placed his laptop onto the table surface. Google.ca, 'I'm yours.'
"Perfect.."
He said, listening to the song a few times. He then whipped out the piece of paper and grabbed his guitar. He listened, wrote, then played, listened wrote then played.
An hour had passed, and he decided to put together all he had so far. He exhaleed deeply, then picked up his guitar and reading himself. He started to play the intro, softly carressing the strings of the guitar.
"Well you done done me and you bet I felt it
I tried to be chill but you're so hot that I melted
I fell right through the cracks
And now I'm trying to get back
Before the cool done run out
I'll be giving it my bestest
Nothing's going to stop me but divine intervention
I reckon it's again my turn to win some or learn some
I won't hesitate no more, no more
It cannot wait, I'm yours......."
He finished the part he woudl learn tonight, then ran over it a few itmes, until he knew it off by heart, and was playing it, adding little changes here and there....