Post by missy elouise christopher on Mar 13, 2012 22:39:15 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #d3d1d1; background:url(http://i53.tinypic.com/sutzmh.jpg); width: 330px; height: 400px; -moz-border-radius: 2em; border-radius: 2em; -webkit-border-radius: 2em; border: #d3d1d1 3px solid;] i'll be your everything , Missy walked into the music studio with a bag slung across her chest, sighing softly she wandered over to a piano her converses made no noise on the floor. Besides her converses on her feet she was wearing a pair of short shorts that showed off the scars on her legs and a light blue tank top with a light black cardigan over the top, sitting down on the piano bench Missy took the bag from across her chest and placed it on the floor behind her along with the cardigan which exposed more of her scars. Sighing softly she got comfortable with her feet sitting on the peddles and her fingers sitting on the keys, closing her eyes Missy frowned slightly as she let her fingers prance over the keys sending soft notes into the air as her feet moved easily on the peddles. Biting her bottom lip a little Missy opened her eyes, twisting on the bench slightly she reached down. Opening her bag she pulled out some music sheets and a pencil, propping the papers on the sheet stand she read the notes the had already written down and began playing them while humming too herself at the same time. Slowly the music began pouring from her fingers and every now and then she would quickly jot down the notes before placing the pencil between her teeth. Missy was alone and that always helped make the music flow, stopping playing for a bit she picked up the music sheets and got to her feet and began pacing as she read over what she had written. "Swing baby swing, can't you feel it? It's just another motion Spinnin' 'round" Missy sang to herself, huffing to herself she continued to repeat the words a few times before she tossed the music sheets onto the bench with a noise of frustration, crouching down carefully Missy gave a groan of pain as she pulled out her bottle of vicodin and tipped two pills into her hand before she took them with a bottle of water in her bag. Tossing the pills back in Missy got to her feet and placed her right hand to her forehead and her left hand to her waist as she started pacing again trying to think of more lyrics. credit to hay shay ! at caution 2.0 |
