Post by DALLAS LANDON! on Jun 19, 2012 11:33:11 GMT -5
ALL THE OTHER KIDS,
with the pumped up kicks.
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g79/Juliart/background_black.jpg');,true][cs=2] I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT. | |
| [atrb=width,240] There was the faint sound of rustling pages. The wind gently brushed the pages of the black moleskine notebook that sat lodged in the sand. Pages turned lazily in the breeze, revealing page after page of scribbled words and written musical notes. That book was one of many; Dallas had countless notebooks filled from cover to cover with whatever happened to be floating around the strange place that was his mind. This particular beach was not very crowded. A few groups scattered the sand, but Dallas had made sure to find a place that was slightly reclusive from everyone else. He liked looking at the waves and watching them collect to the shore. He found it inspiring, and he didn’t really like it when other people interrupted his view. Dallas would have the whole beach to himself if he could, but perhaps that would be a bit selfish. He sat on a large piece of driftwood, an acoustic guitar sitting on his lap. His sunglasses hid his transfixed eyes, which were cast downward and staring at the strings. He wore a simple white shirt and his jeans were rolled up a bit to allow the sand to stick to the bare skin of his legs. It wasn’t an unusual sight. Whenever there was free time on the tour, Dallas would wander off on his own, guitar and notebook in hand. He would search the unfamiliar locations until he stumbled across the most serene-looking place. That was where he would spend the good portion of his free time, just writing music and spending time away from the hectic tendencies of tour life. Dallas wasn’t sure if he was enjoying the tour very much as of late. There was a feeling that crept up on him all too often lately, and it was one that he couldn’t seem to shake. He was beginning to feel lonely. Ever since his girlfriend, Lily, had passed away, he had worked hard on surrounding himself with friends. It was absolutely necessary to distract himself from his own mind; Otherwise, coping with reality would be nearly impossible. He had grown used to being surrounded by close friends. Lately, however, he found himself alone most of the time. The awful feeling that he didn’t necessarily fit in at this tour was usually present. He barely spoke to anyone that wasn’t in his own band, and he didn’t even know where the rest of The Cherry Bombs was most of the time. There was just something totally off in his life lately. And it would be a lie to say that it wasn’t bothering him. Coming out here and focusing on his music all day wasn’t really helping his social situation as of late, but it did make him feel better. A lot better. He began to sing softly to himself as his fingers strummed the guitar strings. After a moment or so, he stopped playing abruptly and grabbed his notebook. He flipped open to a blank page and began to scribble furiously, trying to collect his thoughts before they managed to slip away. | [atrb=width,100] words , 515 tagged , open notes , dallas is lonely :/ gif is from tumblr. |
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