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Post by melody on Feb 23, 2008 14:41:04 GMT -5
Melody could feel the coffee cup burning a hole through her hand as she lifted it to her glossy lips. What was the use, no one would ever ask her out. They always thought that she was taken by someone else. That was the problem with beauty. She wiped the lip gloss off of her face, she had put makeup on for an hour and no one was on the beach except for one person just a little bit down shore. There was no point anymore. That was seriouly all she wanted in life, just a summer love or even a winter love. Nobody would love her the way that Brandon did and he didn't really didn't even love her the way she loved him. She needed to get out there and find someone who she didn't know. Melody confirmed this plan and took another sip of her coffee.
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Post by Nick Burmington on Mar 26, 2008 14:26:45 GMT -5
Nick sat on the beach playing the guitar, softly stroking the strings.
So come on over, down to the corner, my sisters and my brothers of each and every color.
He paused looking at the sun, then continued.
Can't you fell that sunshine? Tellin' you to hold tight, things will be all right. Tryin' to find a better home.
Nick resisted the urge to throw his guitar into the sea. His life was messed up. He was so sullen and withdrawn that everyone except Ally thought he was on something. The girls all thought he was wierd and the guys thought he was a freak. Not a good combination.
All little while away, a dark-haired girl sat, looking almost as sullen as him.
What the heck? My life's over anyway. Nick thought.
He picked up his guitar and walked over to the girl. He stood next to her and said, "Mind if I sit with you?
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Post by melody on Mar 26, 2008 14:34:09 GMT -5
There he was, the god of cute. OMG!!! "Sure," Melody said while staring at his face. She could have sworn she has seen him at school, but she isn't very good with faces. "Hey, I'm Melody, and by the look on your face, you're having just as good a day as I am." She added sarcastically, trying to regain her confidence. She looked at the guitar on his lap and wondered if he was in a band.
Woa, maybe we have something in common, I play the guitar too!! Suddenly this day was looking up.
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Post by Nick Burmington on Mar 27, 2008 14:10:50 GMT -5
Nick studied the girl in front of him. She had light, hazel eyes that looked a lot like his, just not as dark. Her brown hair fell in silky waves around her shoulders. Nick smiled.
Sure. Hey, I'm Melody, and by the look on your face, you're having just as good a day as I am.
Nick smiled again. He sat down and said, "I just smiled twice. That's more than I have done in a month."
Nick laughed and rested his guitar against his knee. He looked at the setting sun, and how the sky above it was a dark swirling mass of purple, blue and black. Nick looked over at this girl, Melody, and said, "Hey, I'm Nick... wanna hear a song?
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Post by melody on Mar 27, 2008 14:18:30 GMT -5
Hey I'm Nick...wanna hear a song?
Those words rang in her ears and she sad in an almost squealish voice, "YEAH." He was singing for her and she was determined to enjoy it. Even if it was amazingly good, she was going to force herself not to faint. He probably knew all of her favorite songs, Let it be, Beetles, anything by Rob Thomas (lead singer on Matchbox 20), and any kind of jazz by B.B. King, Candy Dulfer (ultimate sax player), Aretha Franklin, and all songs by Nickleback, Chicago, Hootie and the Blowfish, and the Eagles. There was not a thing in the world that couldn't impress her.
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Post by Nick Burmington on Mar 27, 2008 14:27:55 GMT -5
Nick could see the wheels turning in Melody's head. Trying to figure out what to say, what to do, or what to ask him what song to play.
Honestly, Nick didn't care. He would play whatever song he wanted, because that's just the way he was brought up. He didn't give a damn what everyone else wanted, he'd do what he thought is right. He picked up his electric, red and white guitar and played...
Some people
It's a pity
They go all their lives and never know
How to love or to let love go
But it's alright now
We'll make it through this somehow
And we'll paint the perfect picture
All the colors of this world will run together more than ever
I can feel it
Can you feel it
We may never find our reason to shine
But here and now this is our time
And I may never find the meaning of life
But for this moment I am fine
Nick softly sang the words along with the song. He only played those two verses because he didn't want to bore Melody with the whole song, and because Nick liked those verses the best. He looked over at Melody, his dark, brown eyes boring into her, and said, "So... what did you think?
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Post by melody on Mar 27, 2008 14:33:20 GMT -5
Oh, MY, GOD!!! That song was like an angel singing. She loved it so much because that was the song she grew up on. Her mom sang it to her when she was little. One small tear rolled down her face, she looked once more at the red and white guitar on his lap. She grabbed it and before he could say anything, she straightened up, started strumming and sang her favorite verse slowly and softly...
Some people
It's a pity
They go all their lives and never know
How to love or to let love go
But it's alright now
We'll make it through this somehow
And we'll paint the perfect picture
All the colors of this world will run together more than ever
I can feel it
Can you feel it?
Come on over, down to the corner,
my sisters and my brothers,
of every different color,
can't you feel that sunshine,
tellin you to hold tight things will be all right
trying to find a better life.
Come on over,
down to the corner,
my sisters and my brothers
there for one another.
Come on over,
man I know you wanna let yourself go.
The words seemed to hang there in the air as she ended and the notes seemed to fall into her hair. She loved that verse so much because it meant that even though your life could be horribly mangled and you don't know the real you, you can still get together with someone and start all over. You can always come home. The last string on the guitar finally sang its last and she set it down into her waiting jean capris.
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Post by Nick Burmington on Mar 29, 2008 14:06:55 GMT -5
Nick turned to leave, when suddenly Melody grabbed his guitar and started playing. He spun around, a look of shock and anger spread out across his face. But then he saw that she had completed his song. Melody was crying. Nick, not being very good girls, just stood by quietly until she finished.
"That was beautiful", he told her. He grabbed his guitar from her before she started another "emotional" moment. He kept a firm grip on his guitar, waved, and walked across the sand.
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Post by melody on Apr 27, 2008 15:00:19 GMT -5
Afraid that she had scared Nick away, she jumped up and turned him around as he started to walk. Now that that was done, she had no idea what to say. Her mouth opened subconsciencly and she closed it quickly. "W...would you like to go get some coffee sometime?" the words fell out and in her mind, Melody tried to get them back.
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Post by Nick Burmington on Apr 27, 2008 15:19:44 GMT -5
Nick walked on, feeling the sand in between his toes. He felt a slight pressure on his shoulders, and suddenly he was turned around so that he faced Melody again. He saw her mouth open and close, like a fish, deprived of air. He chuckled, and almost missed what she said next.
W...would you like to go get some coffee sometime?
Nick smiled inwardly, but kept a straight face. It depends he told himself. I wonder if I should have a girlfirend. he argued with himself until he came to a desicion.
He smiled and said, "Sure, I'll give you a call sometime."
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Post by melody on May 2, 2008 14:19:49 GMT -5
She saw him smile a toothy grin that said inside that he would love to but she couldn' be sure. He could also be laughing at her but trying to be nice.
"Sure, I'll call you sometime." he said and Melody secretly cheered and jumped up and down. He didn't seem very enthusiastic about it but she knew that it meant yes. On her heels, she turned around and walked slowly back toward her car. The sand crinkled beneath her toes and she remembered that she had her shoes in her hand the whole time. The feeling would never go away that she finally had a sort-of date.
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Post by Nick Burmington on May 2, 2008 14:24:04 GMT -5
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