It starts eye's closed to fingers corssed.
Sometimes I walked into my bedroom, and close my door. Hoping not to be disturbed as I plug my ipod in, put in the ear-phones, and let the music take me away. Letting my mind take over. One thing I have learned all through life; a teenage mind is so fucked up, words can't explain it. What starts out a wonderful day-dream turns into a heated story. Then I sit to write it down, or type it up, and I don't know where to start. How do you write a story that you don't know how to start?
The other day I was thinking about possible job options. No matter what I come up with at first, it all leads to one thing. I want to be in a band. How cliche. I can't stnad it, how the one thing I want to do is the one thing I wont be able to do. A smalltown girl from a small Northeastern state. The music scene here sucks. I know fo two bands currently, but I am a picky person. And the people in them I know I would hate more once I got to know them.
The other day I was thinking about possible job options. No matter what I come up with at first, it all leads to one thing. I want to be in a band. How cliche. I can't stnad it, how the one thing I want to do is the one thing I wont be able to do. A smalltown girl from a small Northeastern state. The music scene here sucks. I know fo two bands currently, but I am a picky person. And the people in them I know I would hate more once I got to know them.