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 Posted: Wed May 05, 2010 5:43 pm
Lily sat in a booth in the back of the cafe, pencil and paper in hand. She swung her right leg back and forth, her pencil tapping to the rhythm in her head. She was trying to write he first song. It was something she had never done before, but it was something she thought was necessary if she was going to make it as singer. She wanted to make her mark, to show the world how talented she was.
She hummed lightly for a moment before singing softly.
"Plagued by nightmare in the night
It's my city's plight ..." the words came out with a little uncertainty, pencil ceasing its tapping. It hung above the paper for a moment before it was places against the papers surface to scratch out the words. A question mark sat beside the lyrics.
Lily sat still wondering if she should really being singing about her family nightmares, the nightmares that seemingly plagued the entire city. She wondered if it was something that hit to close to home. Not only that the words had a double meaning she wondered if other would figure out.
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Posted: Thu May 06, 2010 10:17 am
A café was a great place to go since it was well lit, had plenty of hot beverages, and because, for Remi, it always had noise. Despite how quiet it could get, there was also someone talking to their friend in the corner, the click of a cellphone as someone continuously text messaged, a tapping of a laptop, and the mechanic rumbling of the espresso machine. It was the noise he loved the most, and he poised his hand above his paper as he paused and messaged his wrist. Since he had been having some problems focusing, he had came form a free writing season to spark up some ideas. A few pages full, he rubbed his eyes and reached out for his mocha, extra sweet.
As he sipped the now lukewarm drink, he leaned back and listened to the girl near him who was muttering rhymes under her breath. It was a nice backdrop, and he appreciated that she was one of the more vocal writers that allowed him to both listen and to have more noise to add to the collection. As she talked, he found himself making rhymes for her. Night. Plight. Fight. Right. Slight. Bite.
He suddenly thought of vampires chasing down a victim and while they struggled, biting out whole chunks of flesh like a plump turkey leg. Growing like dogs. Starving.
When she stopped, he frowned, and he turned in his booth. Like a child who didn’t know how to behave, he sat up and set his hands on the top of the booth’s seat, and looked over into her booth, seeing the crown of her deep red hair and a notebook filled with girly script. “Stumped? Though you have a pretty good rhythm going on there?”
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Posted: Thu May 06, 2010 2:58 pm
Lily looked up and gave a shy smile to the boy who had addressed her. She wondered for a moment if she had disturbed him, but he seemed genuinely interested in whether or not she was stumped.
She shook her head, "Well, yes and no," she said trying to think of a proper answer to the question. She frowned slightly not really knowing what exactly to say.
"I am trying to write a song, but I have never done it before, so I am having a hard time of it. Though the lyrics are coming to me, I fear they are not exactly something that I wish to sing about. I think, no um, I don't think people will listen."
Lily's frown deeped slightly when she thought on what she'd just said. It wasn't as though she would truly mind, if people did not listen. No, but she did enjoy it when people enjoyed her singing. She was terribly confused over the whole issue and wanting very much to simply ball the paper up and forget about song writing.
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Posted: Fri May 07, 2010 9:45 am
It was a concern for anyone with a art form. You put yourself out there and you worried about no one listening or the fear of being misunderstood. It came with being vulnerable, and every masterpiece from an artist was like a fragile child you created and raised. The last thing you wanted was for someone to say it was mutated, ugly, and that it should be put out of it’s misery.
“I know right where you’re coming from, but that’s what happens when you’re speaking from the heart. Everyone worries that someone might not understand or even give you work a second glance. Rejection is harsh. Trust me. I get destroyed when it happens, but you shouldn’t worry too much. The fact you feel uncomfortable and worried means you’re on the right track. If you just wanted to toss out some garbage to appease everyone else, than you’re not being truthful. You work will reflect that. When you’re working for yourself, when you concentrate on what you feel is important, that’s when great things happen. The more it makes you squeamish and makes you feel weak – that’s when you’re doing good.”
He grinned and then shot out his hand. “Remi Montgomery. Writer and freelance advice giver. What’s your name, Miss Music?”
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Posted: Thu May 13, 2010 10:45 am
Lily was practically absorbed in the small speech the boy had given. It was really just what she needed. She wondered for a second if he realized that, but she did not think so. She was mauling over the words so focused on them that she did not realize for a few moment that he had given his name and asked for hers.
She stare blankly at him for a moment before blink, "uh," she mumbled cheeked flushing red with embarassment.
"I'm sorry. I did not space out I really didn't. I'm Liliana Jacobs. It's very nice to meet you Remi," she blurted out feeling very embarassed.
Sighing she took a deep breath willing her embarassment away, before smiling at the boy. "Thanks for the advice Remi. It was really encouraging. Just exactly what I needed to here. You say your a writer, yes? What do you write?"
*Sorry about the short crap post!*
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Posted: Fri May 14, 2010 10:48 pm
Remi took her hand, shaking it. “No problem, Lil-i-ana Jacobs.” He rested his hands on the top of the booth seat and watched her, setting his chin to rest on his crossed arms. “I write stories. Any genre really, but I like fantasy. I don’t think I’ve exactly found my voice yet, so I’m still working at it and seeing what I like the best. Sometimes I just read something and want to do it too, and try my own hand at it. Right now I’m just doing a bunch of freewriting to stir up the ol’ imagination.” He reached back and lifted up his notebook by one side of the cover, letting it hang open and showing off pages of messy writing.
“So are you writing a song for yourself or a band?”
((No problem. Write as much as you feel comfortable with.))
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Posted: Wed May 19, 2010 12:21 pm
Lily smiled placing her pen down atop her pad and dropping her hands to her lap. She listened to Remi speak, feeling like they sort of had something in common. Lily loved to sing, but she really hadn't found her voice either. She'd sing for just about anyone, anywhere, but it was always someone else's music. Now she wanted to have her own.
She watched as he showed off his own notebook and grinned at all the messy writing. "You must really love to write then," she said softly before looking down to her own notepad when was mostly empty save the scribbles of song attempts displayed before her.
She looked up as he spoke, "For myself. I never really though about singing in a band before. I have always just sang on my own side from chorus is primary school. I sounds like fun, but I do not know if it is really for me."
She lifted the notepad and handed it to Remi, "Still I've never even tried to write a song before, but I really want to. Maybe I will sing in a band someday. I really want people to hear my music. I want it to be something that will move ones soul."Quote: I'm terrified
To lay my head down
Fore when I close my eyes
I know not what I'll see
My dreams are filled with darkness
What will be waiting
Just beyond my dreams
A place ... in the darkness??? Plagued by nightmare in the night
It's my city's plight
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 7:24 pm
“Well, if you don’t sing it, you can always be a songwriter for a band and let the vocalist sing? Either that or record it yourself. There are plenty of people looking for a great mind and a great voice. Heck, there are people looking for bad voices and minds. I’ve heard some pretty bad songs lately.” He wiggled up further on the booth, lifting his head and now dropping his hands to drape at the back of her booth. “ You sound like you have plenty of ideas, but that bar guy in your head is being a nuisance.”
He stood up and stepped over the booth, climbing over it before stepping into her booth and flopping down on the free side. “See, there is this bar guy in everyone’s head who a big, drunk, SOB. He leans in and tells you horrible stuff like how your writing is junk, no one will like it, and you’re wasting your time with “this garbage”. His words, not mine. Well, you have to tell him to shut up. Then…” He read her notebook, not giving is own opinion about what she wrote. She didn't need is praise or critiques. He wasn't here to judge what she was writing, especially at such a early stage. “….you spill. You just write nonstop without thinking or stopping to judge yourself and just go. Write what you feel during about what you’re writing, this topic, what you want to say. You can even say how you wished you have a piece of pizza right now or if that’s gum under your table. Nonestop. Don’t even bother with capitalizing or punctuation or any of that when you do it. You spill everything on a page because once you throw all the stuff that’s been cluttering your mind out on paper, you can find the good parts you want to write about from where it’s being buried. It’s great. I spill out all the time.” He shoved the notebook to her. “My brain just goes like a founatain. Soemtimes I think too much to even write. I say out of each notebook, I have 2 or 3 pages of genius, but boy oh boy, what I can do with that. Priceless. Well worth the dollar I pay for cheap paper."
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Posted: Sun Jun 20, 2010 12:25 pm
Lily blushed, "I would much rather sing than write songs, if it came down to that, but I just think my music will be more personable if I write it."
She listened as Remi explained about the bar guy, absolutley fasintated, fore she'd never heard of any such thing, but it seemed a very accurate description of how her mind was working at the moment. She nodded a few times to show she was still listening so attentive on the words that she hardly noticed Remi was now in her booth.
She blinked a few times wondering when he came over, but shook the the thoughts from her head. "So all I've got to do is tell this bar man to stuff it and try to write without thinking about it to much. Um, don't think about whether it is bad or good just write?"
She smiled, "That seems simple enough, though I doubt it is as easy as you make it seem. Are you really satisfied with just two or three pages when you've written so much, surely you prefer more?"
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