Post by Jaguara Katial on Jul 15, 2010 22:34:55 GMT -5
He sat at the bar paper scattered in front of him, a small box sitting next to his left elbow and a drink in his left hand, pencil in his right. He sighed to himself and took another sip of the strong liquor in his glass. He had been avoiding her, but it was only making his head spin even more. Man how he wished there was some one that he could talk to about. To ask someone why he could not bring himself to ask the one person he cared for more than any one else the most important question of their lives. No, he knew why he had not done it yet. He was terrified. He was terrified for so many reasons, and many of them irrational. So he did the only thing that ever made sense to him, he wrote his music. The music that made him popular through out the realms and also that kept him away from her. He looked down at the papers in front of him covered in scribbled words and musical notes. No matter how many songs he tried to write to get his feelings out not one of them ever would be the right words to say and he just could not face her without feeling like a complete failure. What was he going to do now? He though to himself as he raised his glass to his lips and sipped again.
