Post by Mason Mavericks on Nov 14, 2014 2:22:32 GMT -5
words: 629 • tagged: Open• notes: Anyone want to crash his writing session? • outfit
The greenhouse was a place on campus not visited very often. To say Mason didn't take advantage of the quiet, non-aura filled area was like saying a dog didn't bark. He did. He took advantage as much as he could when he was in a mood to write. He'd usually stick to his room, since his last roommate was hardly in there during the day, but Luca wasn't like his other roommate. The kid that Mason had taken a liking to liked spending more time in there, or would randomly walk in. Mason was once that didn't like to be interrupted when he wrote and the greenhouse provided that sanctuary. He was headed there that afternoon. The sun was still high in the sky and he was ditching class.
Oops. It's not like it was a class he needed. It was the one on using your powers. Yeah. He'd rather not be subjected to seeing the aura's of people. He'd rather not have headaches. He'd rather spend the time sitting in the greenhouse writing down lyrics to a song he had been trying to finish for a few weeks now. The book was held in his hand as his eyes flicked around. Only a few people were out and about. Most of the kids that were looked to be just enjoying a fair amount of sun between their classes. He had smoked a cigarette just a few moments ago, so thanks to that he couldn't see the auras of others.
As he neared the greenhouse, he looked inside as he walked to the door. He couldn't see anyone in there and for that he was glad. He wasn't one to sing in front of others. Sure, he'd play the guitar in front of his friends. But no one had the courtesy of actually ever hearing the boy sing. He pulled open the doors, looking around again, before walking inside. He went to the same spot he always did when he went here at the very back of the greenhouse, next to some type of green plant that he really didn't know the name of was a small bench. He sat down on the bench, grateful that it was pushed up against the wall, and leaned back. His hans opened up the journal and flipped a couple pages until the words 'Try Hard' appeared at the top.
So far he only had the chorus down, and now he was trying to work on the first verse. Mason had written down the chords for the guitar already. That's how he worked. Putting words to the music. He picked up his phone, flicking through the music app until he came to the song. The phone started playing the song, and within seconds what would be the opening played. He tapped his foot to the song as he listened to it a few times. Once the beat was back in his head, he silenced his phone and stuck it back in his pocket. His face lit up in a small smile as he bent over the journal, his hand flinging across the page as he started to write down more and more of the song.
As he wrote, every once in awhile he'd paused and read over what he wrote. And so far, he was happy with the first bit of it. "She's dropping out of school 'cause she don't need the grades. The colors in her hair don't seem to fade.
I get dressed up when I go out, but she gets dressed down." He grinned to himself as he read it over, his mind so focused on singing it to the beat that he wouldn't be paying attention to what was going on around him.
Oops. It's not like it was a class he needed. It was the one on using your powers. Yeah. He'd rather not be subjected to seeing the aura's of people. He'd rather not have headaches. He'd rather spend the time sitting in the greenhouse writing down lyrics to a song he had been trying to finish for a few weeks now. The book was held in his hand as his eyes flicked around. Only a few people were out and about. Most of the kids that were looked to be just enjoying a fair amount of sun between their classes. He had smoked a cigarette just a few moments ago, so thanks to that he couldn't see the auras of others.
As he neared the greenhouse, he looked inside as he walked to the door. He couldn't see anyone in there and for that he was glad. He wasn't one to sing in front of others. Sure, he'd play the guitar in front of his friends. But no one had the courtesy of actually ever hearing the boy sing. He pulled open the doors, looking around again, before walking inside. He went to the same spot he always did when he went here at the very back of the greenhouse, next to some type of green plant that he really didn't know the name of was a small bench. He sat down on the bench, grateful that it was pushed up against the wall, and leaned back. His hans opened up the journal and flipped a couple pages until the words 'Try Hard' appeared at the top.
So far he only had the chorus down, and now he was trying to work on the first verse. Mason had written down the chords for the guitar already. That's how he worked. Putting words to the music. He picked up his phone, flicking through the music app until he came to the song. The phone started playing the song, and within seconds what would be the opening played. He tapped his foot to the song as he listened to it a few times. Once the beat was back in his head, he silenced his phone and stuck it back in his pocket. His face lit up in a small smile as he bent over the journal, his hand flinging across the page as he started to write down more and more of the song.
As he wrote, every once in awhile he'd paused and read over what he wrote. And so far, he was happy with the first bit of it. "She's dropping out of school 'cause she don't need the grades. The colors in her hair don't seem to fade.
I get dressed up when I go out, but she gets dressed down." He grinned to himself as he read it over, his mind so focused on singing it to the beat that he wouldn't be paying attention to what was going on around him.
Lyrics from Turning Tables by Adele. Picture by Aurora. Table by (( Aurora !! of Caution 2.0.
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