Post by DANIEL HENRY O'NEIL on Dec 24, 2010 20:28:56 GMT
[i'll never let you sweep me off my feet.]
MY INFORMATION'S JUST NOT GOING IN.
The sky was horrendously devoid of clouds. The air was cool, with just a small lick of heat from the shining sun. The air was without a drop of moisture. Every breath of air softly burned one's nostrils with aridity. The recreational park area was mostly empty of people. A large oak dominated the center of the grassy clearing. Few picnic tables were strewn about the area.
Dan sat on one of the upraised roots of the oak. The shade of the oak was comforting He leaned back on the rough bark of the oak tree. He took a breath and attempted to draw in the moisture that the leaves and grass transpired. Dan had a smoothly polished acoustic guitar on his lap. His left hand smoothly formed chords. This right hand softly pulled out arpeggios from the chords. He unconsciously hummed counter and complementary melodies and harmonies. He played in an A-minor scale. He played the relative major chords to the sad tune he was playing.
A small piece of cloth laid hidden behind his hard, leather guitar case. If anybody wanted to add a few coins or bills, Dan wouldn't stop them, but he wasn't going to be needy, which was why it was out of sight. But Dan didn't care who was listening or not listening; he was lost in his music now.
AND TELL ME NOW I'M MUCH TOO PROUD.
word count-226
wanted-open
outfit-denim jeans, holes around knees, white tee
notes-sorry for its shortness
credits- lyrics to la roux, template to STACEY!
