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| Tweet Topic Started: November 12, 2012, 4:34 pm (537 Views) | |
| Bella Savage | November 12, 2012, 4:34 pm Post #1 |
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Bad Seed
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I sat in my small yet fitting bedroom, my eyes glued to my T.V screen. "this is Kurt Loder with MTV bringing you Metal Mania as part of our heavy metal half hour... next up Metallic!" A smile crawled across my eager face. I dove my hand into the big blue bowl of potato chips and stuffed them into my mouth. The screen turned to a live performance in Chicago at Soldier Field. The demanding riff of enter sandman began to ring through my T.V speakers. I stood up and started headbanging and dancing around my bedroom. I climbed on top of my bed and grabbed my guitar and pretended to be Kirk Hammett. "say a prayer little one, don't forget my son to include everyone!!!" I sang in my best James Hetfield voice that i could muster up. The music rang through my ears completely taking over every fiber of my body. My arms flailing, head banging, "singing", and falsely strumming my guitar and moving my fingers up and down the fretboard in my best attempt to be Kirk. As I watched the reality set in that i would probably never be able to make my fingers dance across the frets as Kirk could. The thought that I would never be able to handle a guitar quite like him brought my mood down way low. I stopped dancing and removed my guitar from my weakening shoulders. I rested it on the stand in the corner of my room. I stood staring at the T.V watching all the die-hard fans losing their minds and enjoying their idea of heaven. My eyebrows wound together and a disgruntled look came over my face. I grabbed the remote from my floor and turned off my T.V as the guitar solo started. I let out a slow un-enthused sigh and flopped lazily on my bed. "stupid dreams" i said to myself, remembering how much i wanted to be a rock star when i was a young girl. My phone rang on my night stand, i looked tiredly over at it and contemplated if the phone call was even worth answering. After letting it ring a few more times i rolled my eyes and decided i would answer. "Hello?" i asked in a soft worn out voice. (my pipes were dead from trying to sing like James) " Hey Bella it's Dex" A familiar voice boomed through the other end. I sat up in excitement. "Oh hey, how've ya been man?" i asked using my fingers to pull the gum that was in my mouth like taffy. "I've been good, hey, i was thinkin, wanna go to the bar tonight?" He asked in a hopeful tone. "uhhh.." i began to say as i looked at my clock.. it was midnight. "well i dont know if i can... my dad would kill me if i left this late." i answered with an apologetic look on my face. "aw come on... just sneak out... i promise to have ya home by three." he coaxed. I smiled..."oh alright... ill meet ya at Ski's in half an hour.. cool?" i asked. "yeah thats cool.. ill see ya then bella." he said. "bye Dex" I hung up the phone and bolted to my closet. |
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| I_Disappear | November 12, 2012, 7:00 pm Post #2 |
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Blackened
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Nice start. Excited to see what you have in store for us! |
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| anesha.hetfield | November 17, 2012, 11:41 pm Post #3 |
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Frantic
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Its good .... get writing sis |
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