Post by apple on Apr 3, 2013 13:52:40 GMT -5
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((T A K E M E A W A Y F R O M H E R E))!!!
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Paige walked through the empty corridor as if she owned it, headphones on her shoulders, pumping out music, holding her drumsticks in her right hand and swinging her arms and legs in big motions. She smiled widely, stopped in front of a room and peered in, arms behind her back. Seeing no one already inside, she entered. It was a practice studio for musicians, and she was in a particularly musical mood. She pulled her IPod out of her pocket, chose a new track, pulled the headphones over her ears and got to work, setting up the drum kit. She wasn't delicate about it; it was the end of the day, no one had anymore lessons, and if she remembered correctly, the room wasn't booked by anyone for practice, so there was no need to hide her presence. Cymbals crashed, drum sounded and a few minutes later, she was all set. She pulled a stool from the corner on the room and, placing it behind the drum kit, she sat.
And then she stood up again. She'd forgotten her drumsticks. She went over to them, where she'd thrown them down as she had entered the room, and returned to her original position. She pulled her IPod out once again but this time, she placed it on the floor beside her, and then lead to throw off her jacket. She picked it up, scrolled for a while, until she suddenly stopped, and pressed play.
War is overdue
The time has come for you
To shoot your leaders down
Join forces underground
Paige was loving every minute of this, as she hit away at her drums, smiley very widely.
Lose control
Increasing pace
Warped and bewitched
In time to erase
Whatever they say
These people are torn
Wild and bereft
Assassin is born, yeah...
Aim, shoot, kill your leaders.
Aim, kill them all.
The headphones she had were really good, great quality, and she could still hear her drums.
Oppose and disagree
Destroy Democracy
Lose control
Increasing pace
Warped and bewitched
Intend to erase
Whatever they say
These people are torn
Wild and bereft
Assassin is born, yeah...go!
She finished up the song and grabbed her IPod again, bobbing her head to the next song that'd come on, ready to go once more.
Comments││ up for anything, beginning of a rivalry, beginning of a friendship, anything! :)
Outfit││ here :)
Lyrics││ Fireflies by Owl City
Song││ Assassin by Muse
Word Count││ 380 words
Credit││ Goes to caitlin_express@CAUTION 2.0<3