For muses_w_remotes - 1.17
1.17. “Michael Jordan plays ball. Charles Manson kills people. I talk. Everyone has a talent.”
| Thank You for Smoking
Tab sat cross-legged on the floor, idly strumming her guitar as she stared into space. Occasionally she’d start playing a few chords, the beginning of a song starting. Or maybe it was the end. Hell, for all she knew it was the chorus. Those few chords she couldn’t get out of her head, but she couldn’t move past them either. There were the beginnings of a song there; she knew it. But if she tried to concentrate and force the rest out-it just vanished and she was left with the same three chords.
Bits of the last few days floated through her mind. Her brother’s laugh sending shivers up her spine, Mick’s faux British accent making her nose crinkle, and that annoying bitch that had wanted Engelbert Humperdink’s entire back catalogue making her blood boil. Her mind kept drifting back to her brother though. He was back. She’d physically touched him, and smelt him, and sat with him, and… He was back.
But he wasn’t happy. She knew it was because of that girlfriend back in Scotland. She snorted, smiling wryly as she thought about the number of times he tried to convince her dating was ‘nice’. Dating was all well and bloody good until you got your heart broken and you were no longer capable of being happy. Relationships tore you to shreds, and Tab could do without it. She liked herself in one piece, thank you very much.
Her fingers moved over the fret board as she plucked at the strings, the chords now flowing freely as she hummed along. She paused to pick up her pen and scrawl down the music, before picking up where she’d left off and continuing. The words were floating around in her head, becoming clearer as she played. The humming turned into singing as everything fell into place.
Tab had never tried to pick apart the song writing process. She didn’t question how it happened, she was just grateful that it did. She loved it when she could look down at her sheet music and see a whole song. Sometimes the lyrics happened before the music. Sometimes the music happened well before the lyrics. Right now it just seemed to happen relatively simultaneously.
She picked up the pen again, and scrawled a temporary title across the top. If she wanted to change it later, she would. Right now it was just known as, ‘The Geisha Song’. Damn the other guy swimming around in her thoughts for inspiring a song. It wasn’t part of the deal.
Tabitha London Browne
Original Character
Words: 424
pullmysteth and allerdyce_john used with mun permission.
| Thank You for Smoking
Tab sat cross-legged on the floor, idly strumming her guitar as she stared into space. Occasionally she’d start playing a few chords, the beginning of a song starting. Or maybe it was the end. Hell, for all she knew it was the chorus. Those few chords she couldn’t get out of her head, but she couldn’t move past them either. There were the beginnings of a song there; she knew it. But if she tried to concentrate and force the rest out-it just vanished and she was left with the same three chords.
Bits of the last few days floated through her mind. Her brother’s laugh sending shivers up her spine, Mick’s faux British accent making her nose crinkle, and that annoying bitch that had wanted Engelbert Humperdink’s entire back catalogue making her blood boil. Her mind kept drifting back to her brother though. He was back. She’d physically touched him, and smelt him, and sat with him, and… He was back.
But he wasn’t happy. She knew it was because of that girlfriend back in Scotland. She snorted, smiling wryly as she thought about the number of times he tried to convince her dating was ‘nice’. Dating was all well and bloody good until you got your heart broken and you were no longer capable of being happy. Relationships tore you to shreds, and Tab could do without it. She liked herself in one piece, thank you very much.
Her fingers moved over the fret board as she plucked at the strings, the chords now flowing freely as she hummed along. She paused to pick up her pen and scrawl down the music, before picking up where she’d left off and continuing. The words were floating around in her head, becoming clearer as she played. The humming turned into singing as everything fell into place.
Tab had never tried to pick apart the song writing process. She didn’t question how it happened, she was just grateful that it did. She loved it when she could look down at her sheet music and see a whole song. Sometimes the lyrics happened before the music. Sometimes the music happened well before the lyrics. Right now it just seemed to happen relatively simultaneously.
She picked up the pen again, and scrawled a temporary title across the top. If she wanted to change it later, she would. Right now it was just known as, ‘The Geisha Song’. Damn the other guy swimming around in her thoughts for inspiring a song. It wasn’t part of the deal.
Tabitha London Browne
Original Character
Words: 424
pullmysteth and allerdyce_john used with mun permission.