Random Inspiration

[_darkmousy_]

-It's dark and my chest feels like it's going to explode. I stand at the edge of the dimly lit stage looking out at the many blurred faces that watch me, silent, waiting for my first move. I swallow hard, my heart racing with intense fear as well as excitement. I feel the sweat collecting on my forehead; my back arches as I look down at the guitar

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[_darkmousy_]

The smell of snuffed out ciggarets and beer linger in the dingy hallway leading up to my apartment. I hum the tune to my own composition as I let my eyes wander along the walls, taking in the familiar sights of cracked walls, cobwebs and wet spots. Not so much home-sweet-home, but I suppose it was close enough. I couldn't really complain, however. I could be living on the street alone and hungry, so I had to be somewhat greatful of this poor excuse of a dwelling. Since it was just my mother and me on our own we couldnt afford much of anything else. Rolling my eyes as two kids, of who I dont recongize, run by, the second one hitting me on his way by.

When I finally reach apartment 301 I sigh and kick the door twice while balancing two heavy brown bags of groceries. It takes a few moments before the heavy door of pale blue, chipped paint opens revealing the tired and undeniably drunk figure of my mother. Great, I think as I squeeze by, just what I need to come home to. This was already looking like another night filled with lousy conversation, violent verbal fighting and probably another large wealt to match the one on my lower back.