Post by scott on Mar 8, 2010 14:28:34 GMT -5
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And it never ever fails
The sun comes up the story dies
And I don’t know why
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Music... for some it was just a song, for some it was a way to express themselves, for some it was an art form, and for some it was an escape. For Jeremy Scott, it was everything... it was his life. From a very young age, his musical talent was obvious. When he was just two years old, his favorite toy was the xylophone. At five years old he started piano lessons, and by the time he was eight, the lessons stopped because he was better than his instructor. After mastering piano, he picked up guitar, and a year later he had mastered that as well. At that point he started writing his own music and his own lyrics and started recording by the time he was 10. Sure, most of it wasn't really all that good... but he was 10, what was he supposed to write about? His favorite toys? The older he got, the more his music developed, and by the time he was 15, he easily could have dropped out of school and picked up a career singing and made millions. But his parents wouldn't let him... so school continued.
He'd been through some ups and downs in life, but very few people ever knew about the downs of his life. He was extremely good at hiding it when he wasn't feeling like his normal cheery self, and he never, under any circumstances, told anyone about the problem that had dragged him down for months. When people asked where he had gone for those months, he told them that he had been in Europe with his dad, helping him out with his Realty business, and no one ever had any reason to think he might be lying. He was normally so honest about everything, why would he lie about that? Truth be told, even though it had been years since she had died, he still wasn't over it, and probably wouldn't be for a long long time, since he was so unwilling to talk about it. A few of his songs had a few aspects of it included, but most people thought that it was just about a breakup or something of that nature.
Lately he'd been doing much better, with the bad days coming much less often. Today was certainly one of those days that was going absolutely wonderfully. He'd busied himself most of the morning with his music... on the other hand he was completely unsatisfied with everything he produced today. He'd probably gone through at least a whole notebook trying to write lyrics, and at least half of a book of sheet music trying to write music for the lyrics he had finally managed to write satisfactorily. That was one problem with being so obsessed with music. The better he got, the more picky about his music and lyrics he got. It was sort of a curse. He'd written so much by this point in his life that he hated some of what he produced because it would sound too much like some of the other ones he had written. By the time he had finally been satisfied with the lyrics and the music, the trashcan was practically overflowing and there were crumbled up papers all over the floor... a normal look for his room.
At that point, he decided he should probably get out for a while... get some fresh air before he suffocated there. As much as he loved music, even the music couldn't keep him from needing to get out for a while. Of course, he wasn't going anywhere without music... the day he was found without some form of music with him would be the day he was buried in the ground, and even then, odds were he would be buried with the music that he loved so much. It just wouldn't be right if he went somewhere without it. His music was his life, without it he simply wouldn't be the Jeremy everyone knew and loved. So he grabbed his ipod and guitar, and headed out, with no particular destination in mind. He knew he would end up somewhere that he went regularly... it was his habit to just wander aimlessly and see where he ended up... it was more exciting that way.
He had been walking for probably around an hour when he found himself standing outside Lassus Hall. Go figure. It was the most social place in the camp, and he was an extremely social person. His music was all about... the people who heard it. He didn't care if he never had a bigger following than five people, he just wanted to play music because it was what he loved to do, and what he wanted to do with his life. No one objected. His parents had just wanted him to get through high school, what he did after he graduated was entirely up to him. Mostly because they knew after he graduated there was no way they could stop him from doing as he pleased. As nice as he was, he could be equally as stubborn. They objected a little when he said he was moving to Nevada to be a camp counselor, considering it wasn't a very high paying job but he was determined, and his mind would not be changed.
He strolled into the hall casually, no one particular reason for being there. Unfortunately... he hadn't exactly noticed the time before wandering out, and it wasn't an hour that most people would be hanging out in the hall, and it was mostly empty. Undaunted, he took a seat on one of the many couches and went about doing what he was always doing, playing music. Of course, he didn't let himself get quite as absorbed in it as he usually did since he was in a public place and if someone should come in he would like to actually notice them instead of getting so into his music that he didn't see them. He loved music, but he loved people too, and he needed a healthy balance between the two.
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No, it don’t feel like sleep
When I’m this alive it’s true
I believe in you.
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