Misnomer: The X-Girl Picayune
The life (or is it the lack thereof?) stories of a twenty-6-year-old grad studentWednesday, May 19, 2004
Being there
The guy picked an accoustic out of its case and sat at the tip of the sofa. His left fingers walking up and down the fret seamlessly while his right hand strummed and picked.
The girl always cherishes moments like this, but as gauche as ever, she decided to browse the internet right beside him while carefully listening to his playing. She interrupted him once in a while, stood in awe to the styles he played so effortlessly, classical, Spanish, jazz, punk, he even imitated the traditional Scotts. He stopped everytime and resumed the song after he responded to her questions.
His songs touch her soul. At that moment, she could relate to Odysseus' sparing a life of a bard instead of everyone else's. And she wonders will someone someday play songs just as beautiful and touching, just for her.
The girl always cherishes moments like this, but as gauche as ever, she decided to browse the internet right beside him while carefully listening to his playing. She interrupted him once in a while, stood in awe to the styles he played so effortlessly, classical, Spanish, jazz, punk, he even imitated the traditional Scotts. He stopped everytime and resumed the song after he responded to her questions.
His songs touch her soul. At that moment, she could relate to Odysseus' sparing a life of a bard instead of everyone else's. And she wonders will someone someday play songs just as beautiful and touching, just for her.
Previously on Misnomer
- who are you really, what were you before?
- The cap and the gown
- Answer to the Sunday riddle:
- Please.
- Brain Teaser Time
- QFALB & chicken stuff
- Two things:
- Avatar
- Xizzle
- That country song
Cliques and such
- (My) All-time favorite Misnomer posts
- Rumbai
- Digita-grafita
- Blogboration: You know you are
- Fellow Bloggers
- << # St. Blog's Parish ? >>
