-OPEN- //Wreck My Day\\

[mouse]

And I’m tired of this stupid game,

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Running in circles for you again,

Don’t blame me for what I gotta do, [/font][/color]
I won’t hate myself to be loved by you,
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Rip…Rip…Rip… That was the sound anyone could hear if they were within a good few feet of the musical department of St. Thomas Academy. Why? Because one student there in the music area of the programs was having writer’s block. He was having issues writing, which was a first for him. He’d always been able to just pick up a pencil and write. He wasn’t in a complete shut down, just on the side of lyrics. He had a few song on the go, ones that only had a guitar part. Lyrics just didn’t seem to be coming as usual. It annoyed him. It infuriated him. And there was one thing Vesper Monroe knew about himself, that he tended to have a rather nasty temper. And in this temper he was currently ripping up his latest attempt at a song. To a passer by, that probably wouldn’t have seemed all that odd, people ripped up papers all the time. But not Vesper, he believed every attempt could eventually grow into something, so he kept every sketchy song, every half attempted lyrical line. Not this time, he was too frustrated to keep the paper. So he was seeing how many times he could rip it. It was a nice, harmless way to relieve anger. He blamed his writer’s block on stress, the sheer fact he was in senior year. He had to finish with decent marks to make his mother happy, but also had to get as much out of the music program as he could. It was a hard thing to balance and it was starting to get to him. After all, the writer’s block had only started after he’d gotten back a math test which he’d failed miserably. He knew he was a lost cause when it came to math, but his mother wanted top marks.

Maybe he was overreacting. Maybe he wasn’t. He didn’t know. He did know however, that his paper shredding was helping to make him feel better. He’d probably smack himself later for ripping the attempt up, but for now he was enjoying the sound of paper being obliterated. It was such a simple thing, yet that sound seemed to relax every tense muscle, every stiff bone and taunt brain cell in his body. Rip…Rip…Rip. It was amazing really, how many times you could rip a piece of paper. He already had quite the pile of confetti at his feet, and he wasn’t even finished shredding the notebook page. He was sitting on a couple steps, three of them, that lead up to a storage room where a lot of instruments were held. He had no reason to go into that room, he had a few guitars with him, as well as his own keyboard. His favourite guitar, a vintage Gibson Hummingbird, was currently at his side, laying within an open guitar case. It looked so sad and neglected in Vesper’s eyes. He wasn’t looking overly special… Then again, he never did. He’d flat ironed his hair, as per usual this year. It was a new thing he’d found over the summer, and he was quite fond of how he looked with spiked hair, rather than his usual, boring curls. He was wearing a rather boring navy tee shirt and jeans. He was wearing a pair of yellow converse and had his usual bandana and dog tags around his neck. He had a watch on one wrist as well as a ring on one hand. Overall? The usual Vesper.

After a few more minutes, the paper was shredded entirely into a pile of confetti at Vesper’s feet. He took a slow breath then reached down into the guitar case, gently gripping the acoustic around the neck to pull it out. He placed the hollow instrument on his lap, slipped his head under the shoulder strap with a pro’s agility. He was sitting, so he didn’t technically need the strap, it was just habit and a comfort thing. He reached up to pull the pick he was currently holding in his teeth. It was probably a bad habit to chew on his picks, but a habit he couldn’t stop. The only plus? He chewed on the end he held, so it didn’t really affect his sound… Luckily. He shifted his shoulders into a more casual stance, moving to position both hands in their appropriate spots. His left hand gripped the fret board, and he slid his fingers slowly down, closer to the body then back up again without plucking the strings, or brushing his pick along them. He didn’t know what to play, so he was mentally considering his options. His hands were pretty much moving on their own accord.

Eventually he settled on an older song he’d written, his left hand’s finger positioned themselves along the right strings, pressing gently against the wooden board. He reached up to place the pick back in his teeth, choosing to finger pluck simply because he found it was easier to be quiet when not using the pick. He hummed along with the quiet melody, his gaze lowered and focused on his hands. He didn’t have to look down, he knew a guitar better than his own hands, but it was either look down at the guitar, or stare at the wall ahead of him. It seemed less weird to just look down at the guitar. A small flash of movement caught the corner of his eye and he frowned a little, expecting some snide remark. However, one didn’t come. Instead he felt a pair of eyes watching him. He’d played for people before, his teachers, his family and he’d played for plenty of crowds too. When he was on summer vacation he travelled a lot with his mother, playing for functions and all that jazz. But there was something unsettling about a fellow student watching him. Nobody ever gave him a second glance if not to call him a name or mock him in some manner. He stopped playing, turning his gaze towards the person “Do you need something?” He asked as he let his hazel gaze move to the person in curiosity.

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See me cry, see me smile,
See me fall, see me fly

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And I’m tired of this stupid game, [/right]

Cred:Me || Song: Johnny Falls, Hedley || Notes: Talk about muse || Outfit:Click ||Tag:Open!

[cameryn]

Cameryn hummed softly to herself as she made her way through the music wing. She had her hair down, and it bounced slightly as she walked. She was wearing plain slate blue v-neck shirt and a pair of distressed skinny jeans. Her shoes were simply slip-on black and white checkered vans. Held firmly in her right hand was a acoustic guitar case, which she lifted or moved around her to avoid hitting it on anything or anyone that she may of walked past, and in her left hand was a notebook with a pen shoved through the spiral binding. She felt like she needed to just hang around here for a while, even though she wasn't so sure as to why. There was just something telling her to find a place to sit and strum on her guitar, and maybe sing a little.

Stopping abruptly, she tilted her head curiously as she heard the familiar sound of paper ripping. It was faint, but she was sure she knew where it was coming from. Blinking a few times, she smiled to herself, thinking someone might be having a bit of writer's block. She knew the feeling all too well. And if it wasn't writer's block, maybe they were just bored. Either way, she was curious, maybe too curious for her own good. Adjusting her grip on the guitar case, she began walking again, but slowly this time, and quietly. Stopping, Cameryn peered around the corner and smiled slightly as she saw it was Vesper strumming quietly on his guitar. Instead of acting all stealthy like she didn't know him, she stepped over so she was no longer hiding. Even then, she still didn't say anything and just listened to his humming and soft melody emitting from his guitar. He was a very skilled young man and she was kind of glad that she was doing a duet with him at the prom. It was going to be fun!

She snapped back to reality as Vesper spoke toward her. "Oh, no! I was just listening to you play," she replied, finally deciding to approach him. Stepping over, she sat down on the steps beside him, placing her guitar case down and her notebook near it as well. "So! Are you excited for prom? If not prom, then maybe... excited to do a duet with me?" she asked with a giggle, and completely ignoring the fact there was a bunch of torn up pieces of paper at his feet. As she waited for an answer, she turned and opened up her guitar case. She pulled out her beautiful black guitar that she treated like a newborn child. Gripping the fret board with her left hand, she positioned the guitar comfortably on her lap, not bothering to put the strap on. She had a pick in one of her pockets, but she decided to leave it for now. Turning back to Vesper, she smiled yet again as she gently began to finger pluck. She thought he wouldn't mind if she played a bit while they chatted. It couldn't possibly be considered rude.

[mouse]

And I’m tired of this stupid game,

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Running in circles for you again,

Don’t blame me for what I gotta do, [/font][/color]
I won’t hate myself to be loved by you,
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Ah. Cameryn. Well at least he knew she wasn’t there to bitch at him, she was nicer than that. Or so it seemed to him, he couldn’t say how she treated others, he didn’t know. But she’d been pretty nice to him overall. Not that he’d been all that much to return the favour. He wasn’t exactly nice though, he’d often been told he was a little bitter, and he was sure he’d been a little bitter to her. Why? He had a rather stupid reason, one that she mentioned actually. The duet, at prom. He’d told the music Director that he wasn’t going to prom, that he’d laid down the line. The music director had pointed out that his performance was for very high marks. Vesper had said he’d take a fail, and left class. The next day he was assigned the duet. His music director didn’t want him to lose the marks, so he was blackmailing him in a way. If he didn’t show to prom, now Cameryn would lose the marks too. So, he officially had to go. That didn’t mean he was happy about it. In fact, he was rather not happy about it, and doubted he’d change his opinion. Ever. He loathed dances, and this one was just the same. He planned on playing and leaving immediately after, what was the point of standing around for hours watching other people dance and socialize? “Prom? Uh…. Not so much on the excited front…”

[/b] He muttered, rolling his eyes.

Especially her… Dancing with him. He could only blame him self in that. Why was he so nice? The IM words burned into his head, ‘yeah. i definitely did. obviously ty and i are like meant for each other. breaking up with him was stupid to do. thanks ves. :]… Like what the hell was wrong with him? Why would he convince her that? Because you care to much… He thought bitterly to himself, forgetting a moment that he actually had someone there with him. He was doing it again, letting himself grow too attached way to soon. He’d really only had one other person he considered a friend in his history, and he’d never left her side until she moved. Kid couldn’t speak English and he was pretty sure she didn’t really like him… But when someone showed him a hand of friendship he tripped over himself to appease them. Never again He told himself sternly. He’d not only tripped over himself to be Sabina’s friend, but he’d had one of those insta-crushes you see in stupid movies. Who would actually like you? He thought to himself, his chest giving a slight squeeze of discomfort at the thought. He blinked the thoughts away as he heard the familiar sound of a guitar string being plucked. He looked over, remembering quickly that she had actually spoken more than he’d answered. “The duet will be cool. Haven’t done a duet with female vocals in forever. Since my voice dropped.”[/b] He lied. Well, partly lied. He hadn’t sang with a girl in a long time, but he wasn’t exactly excited about the duet. He put on a smile and lied for her sake though.

His mind drifted off again, sorting through the songs he’d been looking at, different ideas. His music director had hinted that he would prefer Vesper not play guitar, simply because he knew the kid could play. So Vesper had in turn turned his focus to piano. He wasn’t well known in the school, but to the other music students. They’d heard him play before, but he’d never once taken a seat at the piano. Never once looked at the piano. He’d give them all a shocker when he played that on prom night. “I don’t know if you have any songs in mind. But there’s one I would kind of like to play,”[/b] He spoke up, resting against his guitar without playing it. He hadn’t actually thought of the song himself, it’d been a suggestion actually. He’d found a music book in the music wing with it, and had been trying it out and found he quite liked it. The piano part wasn’t overly tricky to learn in a short time, the song would be easy for a talented girl like Cameryn to harmonise with and he already knew the lyrics. He’d tell all that to Cameryn if she wanted to know. He wasn’t about to mention the personal facts on why he was drawn to it though. How the lyrics seemed to reflect his feelings, how she’d suggested it.

“It’s Hello, by Lionel Richie. I don’t know if you’ve heard it. My Mom was a big Lionel Richie fan, so I was sort of raised on a healthy mix of that and Bon Jovi,” he told her, pulling the guitar strap over his head, leaning over to place it gently within the soft, velvet inside of it’s case. Vesper loved how he had a few thousand dollar guitar. He was a mama’s boy when it came to his possessions. She never bought something entirely for him, but she liked to see he had the best. The Hummingbird was one of those things, his car was another. He was the only kid at school with a Flat Black Audi R8. You’d think a car like that would turn heads… Maybe it did, but not enough to get anything more but a snide ‘spoiled’ comment. “If you’ve never heard it, I probably have it on my iPod… Or I could go get the lyric book, I left it under the piano,”[/b]

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See me cry, see me smile,
See me fall, see me fly

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And I’m tired of this stupid game, [/right]

Cred:Me || Song: Johnny Falls, Hedley || Notes: Holy muse… || Outfit:Click ||Tag:Open!

[cameryn]

Cameryn knew he wouldn't really be excited for prom. It was kind of obvious with how he acted, but that was okay with her. She really didn't like dances too much either, mostly because she never went with a date, but doing a duet with Vesper would make up for at least a little bit of it. She wondered if he was going to stay after they performed; probably not, but maybe she could get him to stay and hang out with her. At least as a friend. If not, then she was most likely to not stay long herself, unless she came across someone she knew, or a random guy decided to ask her to dance; which was always fun, unless the guy was a total weirdo, but she was too nice to say no to pretty much anyone anyway. "Hmm. Well, that's okay, Vesper," she said softly with a smile.

She hummed almost inaudibly to herself as she plucked gently at each string, still waiting patiently for an answer from him. Her gaze was fixated on the floor in front of her as she focused on what she was doing. After a moment, she lifted her gaze toward him, studying his face curiously, wondering what was going through his mind. Finally, he answered, and she smiled at him, obviously glad he thought the duet would be 'cool.' "I did a duet last year... can't say I liked it, though. But that's another story." She shrugged, letting her mind wander for a moment as she stopped plucking at the strings of her guitar.

Biting her lower lip, Cameryn glanced down at her guitar and then toward her notebook that laid near her open guitar case. She frowned as she thought about that song she had been working on. It wasn't that she had writer's block or anything, she just wasn't in the mood to finish it; it was close to being done, though. Speaking of songs...what were they going to sing together at prom? As he began to speak, she turned her gaze back toward him, her lips curving into a large smile. "Oh? What song?" she asked excitedly, positioning her hands on her guitar to hold it on her lap, since she was no longer playing.

Both of her eyebrows raised and she grinned at him. That song was absolutely amazing. She would of never thought of it! As Vesper put his guitar safely back into its case, she did the same with hers. She closed the case before turning back to him. "I've definitely heard of it. I haven't listened to it in a while, but I know how amazing it is!" she said excitedly, looking at him with bright eyes. "Umm, you can get the lyric book. And if you have it on your iPod, I'll listen to it, too."

[mouse]

And I’m tired of this stupid game,

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Running in circles for you again,

Don’t blame me for what I gotta do, [/font][/color]
I won’t hate myself to be loved by you,
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Of course it was okay he didn’t want to go to prom. He knew for a fact he wasn’t the only person. In fact, to surprise him a lot of people didn’t seem keen on the whole idea. He’d seen only a handful of truly excited people, and he definitely wasn’t of them. Life would be so much better without stupid dances. Stupid dances with stupid people dancing to stupid music with stupid dates. The entire idea was so stupid. Way to be redundant dude… He thought to himself, giving a mental chuckle. He didn’t really have anything to say to that particular comment, so he didn’t give one. Her second response surprised him though. He couldn’t recall ever being forced to take part in a duet… His guess? The music director knew how social he was and knew he wasn’t a guy that liked to sing for people. Being an art school didn’t mean the place was any less strict, but there were places where students were given space for their creativity. For example, he’d heard that art students were allowed to leave class if they needed to find muse. He didn’t know for sure, but that’s what he’d heard. As for him? He’d never once been forced to do anything until this prom. He was allowed to stay within his bubble of safety.

“I tend to not sing if you’ve noticed… So duets have never really been my thing…”

[/b] He replied to her comment about doing a duet. ” The last time I sang a duet it was with my Mom for a charity event. I was seven,”[/b] He added with a small smile. He wasn’t entirely sure why he told her that, maybe to try and lighten the mood. Make up for his initial lack of interest in her company. He wasn’t social, talking to people often made him uncomfortable. However, he was also too polite to be rude… That was thanks to his dear mother’s way of raising him. “Was it the song choice, or the partner?”[/b] He asked her, still referring to the duet that she hadn’t liked so much. He didn’t really remember anything himself, but he never really had much focus in classes anyway. Not even his music classes. He knew though that if you were doing a song you disliked, that it was really tough to do anything. Working with other people was the same, if they annoyed you, it was difficult to enjoy yourself. Luckily for him, he was guitarist, so he just sat there for the most part.

Vesper couldn’t help but give a real, wide smile at the fact she liked the song. He’d barely been expecting her to have heard it, nevermind like it! “Finally… Someone with good music taste,”[/b] He said, pretending to give a sigh of relief. She seemed really excited about the song, which again was a bit of a surprise. And a little pushy. Vesper wasn’t really used to excitement from people… His mother had been calm, quiet and collected. His father had never been excited and it wasn’t like he had friends that bounced with excitement and hyperness all the time. He had his kooky cousin, but he was family. He shifted back a little and moved to get to his feet at her suggestion, offering a hand. “We can go get the lyrics, they’re closer than my iPod. It’s back in my dorm”[/b] He told her with a smile, trying to keep his skittish nature at bay.

“You know… We could always try it out too while we’re there?”[/b] He added as he aimed for the music hall, reaching to grab his guitar case as he passed it. “Well I mean, if you want to. I don’t have anything better to do… And as you can see I’m a little on lacking inspiration. A distraction would be nice,”[/b] He said, leaning forward to sweep the paper bits into one palm, planning to throw them out on the way. He looked back at her, one brow raised in question. His own offer surprised him… He usually avoided hanging around with people. But he knew if he wanted to get a good grade, he and Cameryn would need to be good. That meant practice right? If he had to get on that stage, he was at least going to do the best job he could muster. Not that it’d be hard… When he played, or sang he’d been told it was like he was an actor. His emotions were in tune with the music, giving the effect he meant every lyric he was singing. He was curious if Cameryn had the same talent.

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See me cry, see me smile,
See me fall, see me fly

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And I’m tired of this stupid game, [/right]

Cred:Me || Song: Johnny Falls, Hedley || Notes: Talk about muse || Outfit:Click ||Tag:Open!

[cameryn]

It was kind of funny and maybe a bit ironic how quite a few people weren't excited for prom. If Cameryn wasn't doing a duet with Vesper, she would most likely not be as excited as she was. But prom was fun to dress up for, too. It was the only time she would ever be caught wearing a dress (not including a special night out with a guy or something). She didn't mind him not replying to her comment; there wasn't much to say to it anyway. Besides, she was pretty sure he knew it was perfectly okay not to be excited. She figured that if he wasn't doing this duet with her, he wouldn't even think about going. Although, she wasn't so sure as to why he wouldn't be excited to go to prom. Wasn't he a senior anyway? It seemed to be like a good time to meet some new people. Oh well. Whatever the case, she wasn't going to dig further into it; it wasn't any of her business unless he felt like sharing it with her.

Gazing at him curiously, she smiled as she listened to his reply. "Wow, you were seven? That was a long time ago!" she exclaimed, grinning at him. "But, I love to sing; I have been since I was really little. And then I started playing the guitar when I was..nine..I think," she said with a small giggle. Sighing deeply, she smiled at him yet again, tilting her head. "My partner... he was just... ugh," she paused as she thought, "He was.. just too serious about it. I mean, we were getting graded for it and all, but he acted like our--no, his--life depended on it. But, we did good for the most part, as irritated as I was to share the stage with that sonofabitch--excuse my French." Rolling her eyes, she shook her head slowly as she looked off in another direction. She then looked back at Vesper and smiled, "But you've got a good head on your shoulders, so I'm more than happy to do a duet with you."

Cameryn noticed his wide smile, which must of meant he was happy. Why? Well, she supposed it was because she at least heard of the song, but then she got her answer once he spoke. She laughed softly and grinned at him, "I know. I'm just awesome like that." She snorted and shook her head slightly. It was kind of odd to her to be told she had good taste in music. No one has ever told her that. At least, not that she could remember. It was kind of a good feeling. Her gaze followed him as he stood up, then she grabbed his hand and pulled herself up. "Alright. Sounds good to me!" she said, smiling at him.

"Sure," she replied as he suggested they could try out the song. She grabbed her guitar case and notebook before turning back toward him. "I don't have anything better to do, either. Besides, this is a good chance for us to bond," she laughed, obviously being silly, and she hoped he would catch that. Looking over at him, she smiled once he stood up straight again after picking up his little pieces of paper confetti. She was right at his side as they moved along. Well, at least she wouldn't be spending time alone. That was what she was planning on doing before, but now she was glad she ran into Vesper.

[mouse]

And I’m tired of this stupid game,

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Running in circles for you again,

Don’t blame me for what I gotta do, [/font][/color]
I won’t hate myself to be loved by you,
[/center]

Vesper knew about over serious musicians. His mother had been one of those types when he had been very young. Heck, he’d barely figured out to walk and she was plopping him on the piano bench to try and teach him to make noise. When he was about five she’d gone serious. Piano practice every day, more than once. She’d made him love music, but she was definitely forcing the piano upon him. Then again, he hadn’t minded much. He’d always been a mama’s boy, and playing piano with her was fun. Besides, after a few years her psycho piano bootcamp faded, about the same time he had to start school. She chose to home school him, and piano lessons continued, though they weren’t as intense. When he was about seven he’d stumbled upon an old acoustic in the back of his mother’s closet. At first she’d been angry that he was in her closet, but after a while forgave him and let him hang onto the guitar. He’d tried to teach himself, listening to songs before trying to play the same thing. Guitar wasn’t as easy for him as piano was, and he struggled a lot. Eventually his mother gave in and let him go to guitar lessons. Now he was guitarist at heart, through-and-through. He was talented, or so he’d been told. He really didn’t think guitar-wise that he was all that much better than any other guitarist around.

“I found my first guitar when I was seven, though it took a few months to convince my Mom to get me into lessons.”

[/b] He told her simply. He wasn’t trying to one-up her, or anything. He was just letting her know, that was the point of small talk… Right? To just chat, tell people about yourself. He wasn’t being rude, he was just saying. He kind of wanted to ask her who the ‘sonofabitch’ was. But half of him really didn’t care all that much. He was sure he’d know the name, know the face but he didn’t really focus on remembering personalities. Unless of course they were the people that interested him, or the ones that had always beat on him through school. He blinked a little at her compliment, he didn’t often receive them, so it kind of felt nice. Not that he let it show in his face. Someone else complimented him too, except that didn’t really make him feel all that great. It was ridiculously hard to accept a ‘you’re really attractive’ from someone that only thinks of you as a friend. “I have a good head huh? Well that’s good to know,”[/b] He replied, forcing a small smile for her, just to make him seem more sincerely thankful. He did have an alright head on his shoulders, at least he believed so. He wasn’t the smartest guy in school by far, but he was sure he was emotionally stronger than a lot of people here. Sure, it might seem otherwise, but with the way his life was it was a wonder that he hadn’t ended up like that Trent guy.

He smiled a little at how awesome she apparently found herself. It was true, music these days sucked and it was nice to see people did indeed still listen to music that actually didn’t suck. Lionel Richie’s song didn’t suck. Most of the music he’d grown up on had been a huge surprise to people. His mother had lived most of her life in Italy, with her parents. She was a pianist for the New York Philharmonic when she’d come back to the USA, and yet she was the world’s biggest Bon Jovi fan. She’d definitely influenced his music tastes, the songs he liked. ‘Hello’ had been like a lullaby to him in ways. She didn’t put him to sleep with it, but she’d always played it for him. He’d always loved the sound of the piano part, and being her son had always loved to hear her sing. Now he couldn’t stand to hear her play it, because he knew she’d always played it for his father. He didn’t deserve it. He moved to the side slightly as they walked, just to throw the paper confetti into the nearest trash can. Once it was there, he moved back to her side, “I’m sure there’s better things to do than hang around with me, and… Bond? I suppose so. Got to practice together, right?”[/b] He replied, raising a brow slightly. He was still feeling a little awkward by her friendliness, but he hoped he was doing a good job of covering it.

He pulled the door to the music hall once they neared it, gesturing with the hand holding his guitar case for her to go inside ahead of him. That was how he was, the perfect gentleman. Again, thanks to that lovely Italian woman that raised him. She’d wanted him to be the absolute little prince charming… Too bad he’d been a social outcast since day one in school. He, himself immediately headed towards the black, shining piano. He missed the grand piano he’d had back in New York, it’d been a beautiful thing. But their new house hadn’t had room and his father wasn’t willing to pay to move it. So it had gone to his grandparents instead. His Nonno and Nonna had been furious…. But if his Dad wouldn’t move it to Sioux Falls there was no way he was moving it to Italy. “Do you play piano, or just guitar?”[/b] He asked her, leaning under the instrument to grab a lyric and piano book with Lionel Richie’s face on the cover.

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See me cry, see me smile,
See me fall, see me fly

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And I’m tired of this stupid game, [/right]

Cred:Me || Song: Johnny Falls, Hedley || Notes: Talk about muse || Outfit:Click ||Tag:Open!