Post by Amber Hart on Aug 8, 2005 20:30:44 GMT -5
It was six o'clock, but for some reason, Amber didn't feel hungry. Her tennis shoes made a dull tapping on the concrete floor of the empty arts wing, echoing off the walls.
Please, don't be locked. Amber wished to herself, as she reached toward the music room's door knob. There was a click, and then the door gently swung open. Smiling to herself, she entered the darkend room and began to blindly feel the wall for the light switch. Feeling the plastic switch beneath her fingertips, Amber flipped it upwards, and the entire music room became illuminated.
Portraits of old composers and posters of jazz musicians line the walls. Amber took a seat below a glossy black and white photograph of Buddy Holly and unbuckled the clasps of her guitar case. She pulled out her glossy accoustic and placed it gently on her lap. A smile crept across her face as she ran her fingers across the six strings. They sang out in perfect harmony, a natural, woody sound. Amber loved the escapism music provided.
Closing her eyes, Amber began her own rendition of The Beatle's "Blackbird", while tapping her foot to keep the beat.
"Blackbird singing in the dead of night,
Take these broken wings and learn to fly.
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise."
Please, don't be locked. Amber wished to herself, as she reached toward the music room's door knob. There was a click, and then the door gently swung open. Smiling to herself, she entered the darkend room and began to blindly feel the wall for the light switch. Feeling the plastic switch beneath her fingertips, Amber flipped it upwards, and the entire music room became illuminated.
Portraits of old composers and posters of jazz musicians line the walls. Amber took a seat below a glossy black and white photograph of Buddy Holly and unbuckled the clasps of her guitar case. She pulled out her glossy accoustic and placed it gently on her lap. A smile crept across her face as she ran her fingers across the six strings. They sang out in perfect harmony, a natural, woody sound. Amber loved the escapism music provided.
Closing her eyes, Amber began her own rendition of The Beatle's "Blackbird", while tapping her foot to keep the beat.
"Blackbird singing in the dead of night,
Take these broken wings and learn to fly.
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise."