[Moto_Kusanagi]
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- Posted: Sun, 23 Mar 2008 21:26:26 +0000
[Moto_Kusanagi]
I wonder what number I'll get :]
Vincent's fingers ran across the white keys, a quiet crowd surrounded his presents. This was his dream, his life goal---no, it was his family's dream, dragged unwillingly into it. He knew is mother and father would be proud of him. The song ended and the crowed erupted Vincent bowed with grin, but inside he felt as if he was being held at gun point. His stomach started to turn and his heart leapt, feeling as if it was about to run out of his mouth. He sat outside of the theater, the sign above him read Vincent Delor. Loud music suddenly burst into the night, Vincent jumped, startled, he looked around him, it was just some dumb teenagers with a boom box. Vincents heart sank just then, when he was that age he never had time for things like that. He was constantly busy with school or the piano. Vincent's body arose from the bench outside and drove home.
The next morning Vincent left for his therapist appointment. Chain smoking, he bad mouthed his mother and father for forcing him into the things that he never wanted. Everything else he told his therapist was bullshit, he only told him and his doctor the lies because of the drugs. That was the only reason he kept this whole thing up; drugs.
[I think i will continue writing more of this later. I have a general idea of what i want.]
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