Post by Will Beckett on May 6, 2008 20:14:00 GMT -5
Will Beckett. He wasn't like most teens. Sure, there were other rebels....quite a few at this school. But none really seemed to want to approach him. Maybe it was the tattoos that ran along his arms. Or maybe it was because he glared at anyone that got too close. Either way, Will didn't care that no one had even tried to talk to him besides teachers and other adult figures. And Will hated them all anyways. Besides, he had friends back in Chicago. They kept in touch every once in a while. But it wasn't the same as having the whole group side-by-side, playing music, or just hanging around the other band groupies. Like mentioned before, it just wasn't the same.
The courtyard was empty. It was well past the so-called "curfew." But who paid attention to the rules anyway? Okay...anyone except Will. But that's beside the point. The sun was just setting beyond the horizon and you could see the orange glow met by purple. The stars were just a short distance away...well, from Will's perspective. The stars were around 4 lightyears away from the sun. How did Will know this? Well..he pays attention on those rare occasions when he is avoiding other thoughts. One by one, the street lamps nearby flickered on, lighting a small portion of the street.
Will found a spot beside a tree and sat down. His bass lay next to him with grass surrounding the instrument. It was an Ibanez GSR100Z Electric Bass, and Will had owned it since he was about 13 years old. How far Will had come since he first strummed the strings four years ago... He grabbed the metallic pick that was tucked under the thick strings and strum them, starting to tune the bass. When all the strings were in tune, he began to play a specific order of chords, placing his fingers on the frets in perfect position. After the introduction, he began to sing, almost silently. Will wasn't a big fan of singing, but he did when there was nothing else to do.
You sit there in your heartache
Waiting on some beautiful boy to
To save you from your old ways
You play forgiveness
Watch him now, here he come
He doesn’t look a thing like Jesus
But he talks like a gentleman
Like you imagined when you were young
Can we climb this mountain I don’t know
Higher now than ever before I
Know we can make it if we take it slow
Let’s take it easy, easy now, watch it go
We’re burning down the highway skyline
On the back of a hurricane that started turning
When you were young
When you were young
And sometimes you close your eyes
And see the place where you used to live
When you were young
They say the devils water it ain’t so sweet
You don’t have to drink right now
But you can dip your feet
Every once in a little while
You sit there in your heartache
Waiting on some beautiful boy to
To save you from your old ways
You play forgiveness
Watch him now, here he come
He doesn’t look a thing like Jesus
But he talks like a gentleman
Like you imagined when you were young
(Talks like a gentleman
Like you imagined when) when you were young
I said he doesn’t look a thing like Jesus
He doesn’t look a thing like Jesus
But more than you’ll ever know
It was a classic song, and also one of Will's favorite songs to play. The lyrics flowed from his lips, still keeping that hushed intonation. Will felt as though he was being watched, but shook the suspicion away and continued to create the music in the otherwise dead silence.
The courtyard was empty. It was well past the so-called "curfew." But who paid attention to the rules anyway? Okay...anyone except Will. But that's beside the point. The sun was just setting beyond the horizon and you could see the orange glow met by purple. The stars were just a short distance away...well, from Will's perspective. The stars were around 4 lightyears away from the sun. How did Will know this? Well..he pays attention on those rare occasions when he is avoiding other thoughts. One by one, the street lamps nearby flickered on, lighting a small portion of the street.
Will found a spot beside a tree and sat down. His bass lay next to him with grass surrounding the instrument. It was an Ibanez GSR100Z Electric Bass, and Will had owned it since he was about 13 years old. How far Will had come since he first strummed the strings four years ago... He grabbed the metallic pick that was tucked under the thick strings and strum them, starting to tune the bass. When all the strings were in tune, he began to play a specific order of chords, placing his fingers on the frets in perfect position. After the introduction, he began to sing, almost silently. Will wasn't a big fan of singing, but he did when there was nothing else to do.
You sit there in your heartache
Waiting on some beautiful boy to
To save you from your old ways
You play forgiveness
Watch him now, here he come
He doesn’t look a thing like Jesus
But he talks like a gentleman
Like you imagined when you were young
Can we climb this mountain I don’t know
Higher now than ever before I
Know we can make it if we take it slow
Let’s take it easy, easy now, watch it go
We’re burning down the highway skyline
On the back of a hurricane that started turning
When you were young
When you were young
And sometimes you close your eyes
And see the place where you used to live
When you were young
They say the devils water it ain’t so sweet
You don’t have to drink right now
But you can dip your feet
Every once in a little while
You sit there in your heartache
Waiting on some beautiful boy to
To save you from your old ways
You play forgiveness
Watch him now, here he come
He doesn’t look a thing like Jesus
But he talks like a gentleman
Like you imagined when you were young
(Talks like a gentleman
Like you imagined when) when you were young
I said he doesn’t look a thing like Jesus
He doesn’t look a thing like Jesus
But more than you’ll ever know
It was a classic song, and also one of Will's favorite songs to play. The lyrics flowed from his lips, still keeping that hushed intonation. Will felt as though he was being watched, but shook the suspicion away and continued to create the music in the otherwise dead silence.
