They next day at school, they talked. Then he kissed her. Then they got together. They were happy.
But, I remind you, there are no happy endings, just happy in betweens.
A couple of years later, after a car crash, she forgot everything. Even the music. Amnesia.
And he was supposed to propose to her that day.
The next morning, he woke up. Then she woke up.
He ran. The music was pounding in his head.
In only his boxers and a shirt, he ran.
She descended from the stairs and skipped outside to the front porch. The music was in her head too.
Then she heard the faint sound of bare feet slapping the pavement.
Him.
She atepped onto the grass.
Panting, he walked over to her.
She kissed him.
So there they were.
Holding hands, kissing. Music in their craniums.
On the grass.
Playing the piano. At the supermarket. In a dream.
Always music in them, anytime, anywhere.
She knew that in that moment, they were one. Joined by the most important thing in the world, music. He was there, she was there, and thats all that really mattered.
This story may be common, ordinary, frequent, regular, conventional and if you can think of any other synonyms, those. And frankly, I dont care. This story is love. And music. And so many other things. And that is all you really need to know.
Three things before I start my tale:
1. The piano
2. The supermarket
3. and The dream
All it took was three. Three chances, three meetings, three strange and wonderful coincidences. No one saw it coming. They surely di
They next day at school, they talked. Then he kissed her. Then they got together. They were happy.
But, I remind you, there are no happy endings, just happy in betweens.
A couple of years later, after a car crash, she forgot everything. Even the music. Amnesia.
And he was supposed to propose to her that day.
The next morning, he woke up. Then she woke up.
He ran. The music was pounding in his head.
In only his boxers and a shirt, he ran.
She descended from the stairs and skipped outside to the front porch. The music was in her head too.
Then she heard the faint sound of bare feet slapping the pavement.
Him.
She atepped onto the grass.
Panting, he walked over to her.
She kissed him.
So there they were.
Holding hands, kissing. Music in their craniums.
On the grass.
Playing the piano. At the supermarket. In a dream.
Always music in them, anytime, anywhere.
She knew that in that moment, they were one. Joined by the most important thing in the world, music. He was there, she was there, and thats all that really mattered.
This story may be common, ordinary, frequent, regular, conventional and if you can think of any other synonyms, those. And frankly, I dont care. This story is love. And music. And so many other things. And that is all you really need to know.
Three things before I start my tale:
1. The piano
2. The supermarket
3. and The dream
All it took was three. Three chances, three meetings, three strange and wonderful coincidences. No one saw it coming. They surely di
Current Residence: a small hut in the south pole with my pet monkey Favourite photographer: her initials are I.S. Favourite style of art: abstract...too bad i can't do that Operating System: any computer Personal Quote: "My armpits need to be well ventilated!"
I've finally gotten started on The Bathilda Project(no that's not its name Isabelle)!
I know, I know, I only started now. But trust me, I'm full of giddy excitement now.
There are some changes to the story. I've made it in the present tense. Here's a sample:
The lock feels heavy in my hands.
I shouldn’t feel so nervous, after all, I’ve stolen before. But this heist is the biggest heist of my life. If I succeeded, I’d be a millionaire. If I succeeded, I’d be able to finish what Jonah started.
He was right. The safe is empty. There isn’t a single wad of cash lying around. Only a blue shoe box. I pick it up and ta
please give me songs to download. i need to fill up mah ipod. yes, i have an ipod *jumps up and down with what you may call joy*. I don't really need it, but, my songs don't fit in the mp3 no more. any genre. oh but please stray form emo songs. PLEEZE. i need upbeat songs, indie, rock, poprock, r&b even!
PLEEZE......
D8> Do not click that! That's a spaam! Sowee about this! D8> Don't click it, alright? It'll send every single one of the people you watch a message with the same spam! D8> Don't click it! Ebul virus!