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 Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2009 3:56 pm
After awhile Brooklyn stopped. She smiled at those still around and listening. "Sorry guys, but I gotta get going..." She said, putting her guitar in her case on top of the money and closing it. A few people, mostly the young kids with their parents groaned. Brooke smiled, "I might come back tomorrow though." She said before picking her bag up and beginning to walk away. "See ya!~" She said, waving to the kids, who waved back. Brooke loved kids, she had always wanted a younger sibling, but never had one. She was happy that her music not only made her some cash, but seemed to make a few people smile.
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2009 4:06 pm
Brent had never seen very many people playing on the streets and he was curious as to why she was playing. He quickly threw on his backpack and then stood up, he kicked the kick stand up and pushed his bike after Brooklyn and said "Hey, nice playing back there. Do you play often?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2009 4:09 pm
Brooklyn jumped slightly when she heard his voice. "Um, yeah...well, I used to practice everyday, this was actually the first time I've played in a week." She told him, a little shy around him. No body had talked to her in a while, so she was always nervous around people she didn't know, especially guys.
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2009 4:13 pm
Brent paused after an awkward silence. His people skills were rusty form the lack of socializing. "So, uhm. When did you first start to play?" he asked, fishing around for a topic.
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2009 4:16 pm
"...Around age ten." Brooklyn told him, "I the first time I played and loved it and knew it would be a good hobby for me to do." Her grip tightened a little on her bag handle, but then relaxed. That was about when her mom had died.
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2009 5:23 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2009 2:36 pm
[[Bump? I'm all alone!~ crying Someone join?!~]]
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 1:14 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 1:20 pm
Tristan was running. It wasn't a concious thing, she'd just begun. There were a few old couples walking around the wealthy neighborhood, but Tristan was the only one running. She'd just taken off while walking her brother's dog, who was now running obediantly back home. Which was the other way.
Tristan felt more and more relieved the further she ran from home, and then as she stopped at the bus stop a quarter mile away from home, she realized she had about fifty dollars in her pocket and the clothes on her back.
Bad idea... but Tristan wasn't going back.
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 2:23 pm
"Ah, That's nice. I haven't met very many people who could play a guitar. Actually.. Your the only one I've met who could actually play." Brent said with a small smile. He shifted the backpack on his back and felt the skateboard moving in it's strap.
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 3:38 pm
Brooklyn just smiled in return. "Oh, really?" She said, actually kind of surprised.
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