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Irving Rhoden Water Fifth Year Music Control member is offline
I used to rule the world....
Joined: Mar 2009 Posts: 4 Karma: 0
Music In Mind .:. Open « Thread Started on Mar 18, 2009, 6:45am »
Irving closed the door behind him carefully, the guitar's battered case nudging his leg like an over sized dog. The coast was clear and he scooted over to the other side of the room, brushing stacks of papers off a chair. They landed in a heap, but he didn't notice, one pale hand drawing a music stand towards him. This is going to be difficult, the other hadn slid into his jacket pocket and revailed a metallic black iPod, fitting neatly in his palm. Irving uncased his guitar, along with a set of sheet music. He didn't particularily need the music; it was there as a prop. He knew this music off by heart.
Irving set his guitar across his crooked knee, the sheet music adorning the stand in front of him. He didn't look up at it as he set the earphones for his iPod in his ears and flicked to the appropriate song. The first bars drifted into his mind, accompanied by his fingers flicking along the guitar's strings, responding note by note as the opening lyrics sounded.
Oh baby don't you know I suffer? Oh baby can't you hear me moan? You caught me under false pretences How long before you let me go?
Irvings hands strung faster, matching the chords playing on his iPod. His eyes were concentrated on his movements, focused downwards, engrossed in the overwhelming music. And this is just a warm up track, he thought, gritting his teeth. He didn't look sideways, or else he'd have noticed something odd.
Oooh...You set my soul alight Oooh...You set my soul alight
Oooh...You set my soul alight Glaciers melting in the dead of night And the superstars sucked into the supermassive
Oooh...You set my soul alight Glaciers melting in the dead of night And the superstars sucked into the supermassive
I thought I was a fool for no-one Oh baby I'm a fool for you You're the queen of the superficial And how long before you tell the truth
This is the difficult part, gotta keep concentrating. Irving's eyes slid sideways, distracted momentarily. His hands didn't leave the guitar, still in time, but a steely glare crept over his face, grimly set. Crud. Every time he hit a chord, a few items were lifted further into the air. Stacks of paper, books, even a chair off to his left. Each heavier single note he strummed, they dropped suddenly to then draw up a few inches from their original position.
Oooh...You set my soul alight Glaciers melting in the dead of night And the superstars sucked into the supermassive Sucked into the supermassive.....
Supermassive black hole....
Irving willed them not to drop, they would undoubtedly make a huge crash. He could vaguely see the almost invisible notes churning up the air below each object, thin ribbons of music enveloping the items' corners and dragging them upwards. It was his general mood for this song, so really it was his own fault.
Supermassive black hole Supermassive black hole..........
The song finished and, sure enough, the items came crashing down. Irving winced. Once the music stops, so does your power, Mr. Virgil's words resonated around his head. Irving tried not to look at the carnage created by that first song. Maybe something quieter this time....
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