Post by Callum Durden on Sept 21, 2008 21:34:41 GMT -5
Callum was bored because he was well just laying down in his room doing basically nothing at this point in time. He was tired because there was no point in even doing anything at this place. He didn't want to be here and was dragged so why put effort into hanging out with guys who only truly think about sex and girls who try to act innocent. He figured that truthfully they weren't all that terrible but in his mind they were. He felt like doing something bad or destructive but soon figured that he really didn't want to face consequences and so he just layed on his bed with his feet on his wall just pushing at it. He started hearing music. Not a radio or someone singing put notes just popping into his head. He needed to hear it notes but he left his piano at his house and he just now figured that was a bad decision.
He sat up in his bed and the notes just seemed to stick in there and repeat over and over and over again. As if he couldn't stop it. The faster his thoughts raced it seemed the faster that the notes went along with it. He stood up and threw his sneakers on. He grabbed the closest hoodie and threw it on running out his door locking it and running over to the school so that he could find the nearest piano. He walked inside and saw a janitor. He made his way over making small talk before asking if she could open the piano room with his accent strongly coming out. He smiled and followed her. When she unlocked his he smiled and watched her walk away before searching and finding few music writing sheets, a pencil, locking the door, and finding the most in tune piano that had a good quality. He started the first few notes and rhythyms writing them down and remembering the dynamics especially.
He sat up in his bed and the notes just seemed to stick in there and repeat over and over and over again. As if he couldn't stop it. The faster his thoughts raced it seemed the faster that the notes went along with it. He stood up and threw his sneakers on. He grabbed the closest hoodie and threw it on running out his door locking it and running over to the school so that he could find the nearest piano. He walked inside and saw a janitor. He made his way over making small talk before asking if she could open the piano room with his accent strongly coming out. He smiled and followed her. When she unlocked his he smiled and watched her walk away before searching and finding few music writing sheets, a pencil, locking the door, and finding the most in tune piano that had a good quality. He started the first few notes and rhythyms writing them down and remembering the dynamics especially.
