[OPEN] Listen to the Music of the Moment

[augustine]

For whatever reason, it seemed terribly quiet at the camp today. Perhaps everyone had gone on a field trip into town or something and simply left him behind. It wouldn't be the first time. It wasn't that they did it on purpose... but some mornings he was simply far too hungover to get out of bed at a decent hour because of all the drinking the night before. No, it wasn't allowed... or even legal for his age... to have alcohol on the camp premises... but that never stopped him. He was a partier through and through, no camp rules were going to keep him from indulging in whatever he wanted to. He was about as strong willed and determined as people came, and unfortunately he didn't put that to good use. He was well known as a stubborn ass around the camp, so when he didn't make an appearance in the morning, everyone knew he was undoubtedly just too hungover to get up, and no one bothered him. Punishment was useless with him... he'd just do it again, no matter what the consequences.

Augustine Demetrius Xavier... his name was as much of a mouthful as he was a handful. He was a problem child, that was for sure. He wouldn't go by anything but August, and if anyone called him anything else he would usually just completely ignore them. He was just about as cocky as they came, and people tended to get quite annoyed by him, but at the same time, he was a good connection to have. His parents would give him whatever he wanted just to keep him from causing trouble, so if you wanted something but couldn't get it, going through him was the next best thing. Plus, once you got past the cockiness and all that stuff, he wasn't all that bad. He was relatively loyal to the people he called his friends, and he'd stand up for you when you needed it.

So when he finally got up and out of the cabin, he found only a few people here and there. Undaunted he went about his usual morning after getting wasted business, which mainly included a small glass of more alcohol to dull down the migraine and then just wandering about aimlessly for a few hours before getting out his guitar and looking for the most random place to play as he possibly could find. Today, that happened to be Lully Hall. Oh sure, it was supposed to be for dining and that sort of thing, but that made no difference to him. He stepped into the hall, guitar in hand, already strumming the strings to produce that melodious sound. He sat down on one of the tables, his feet on the bench, and proceeded to play his song. A little into it, he picked up singing the lyrics he'd written to go with the chords. Despite his semi-extreme lifestyle, his music was exceedingly mellow. He liked mellow music, and wouldn't play anything else. It balanced him out.

He wasn't expecting anyone to come in, considering how deserted the camp had seemed when he came out, but for all he knew everyone could be coming back at any minute. They could have all just been down at the beach or something... but wherever they had gone, he wasn't too concerned about them. He knew his music was good, and he wasn't shy about people hearing it. After all, what was the point of playing music if you didn't want people to hear it?

Song I'm yours
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[cellogirl]

Leslie rolled out of bed around noon, or maybe after or maybe before. Time didn't matter. She took a cold shower to wake herself up and changed to a simple t-shirt and jeans. Hurriedly, she shoved her song book and a pencil into a messenger bag and slung it over her shoulder. With the opposite hand, she grabbed Midnight, her coal black electric cello, and headed out the door. Yes, she played a very unique instrument, but she liked being different.

Only when outside did she notice how quiet it was at camp that day. She grinned, glad for the silence. It gave her space and calmed her. It's not like Leslie hated people, she just preferred to be alone most times. That's just what she was used to. She scanned the camp, only finding a few people. Leslie was headed toward the local park to play some, and maybe even get score some cash. But when passing the Lully Hall, she remembered one important thing: Food.

She entered the almost deserted building, grabbing some toast that had become cold and bacon. Only when she sat down did she notice the person at a table near where she sat was a camper sing and playing the guitar. She had gotten so used to people around her singing and playing music that it wasn't something you spot out right away.

Guitar, Leslie thought bitterly. She never much liked the guitar or the people who play it. It was such a common instrument, but mostly, she disliked it because she just couldn't play it. But other then that annoying fact, she loved the song. She knew how to play the bass part on the cello, and enjoyed to listen to it. Her fingers urged to play along with him on Midnight, who was resting on the table next to her, but she didn't. Personally, Leslie hated it when random people started to play along with her, so she wanted to respect the fellow camper if he was like her.
As the song came to a close, she felt the need to do something. Good music shouldn't go without being complimented. Putting down the bread she was nibbling on, she gave a short clap. "That was really good," she said lamely to the player, who she had probably seen hundreds of times around the camp, but wouldn't be able to remember his name for the life of her.

Song: 'Tis one of my favorites =D
Tag: August/Open
Words: Not enough for me to be happy.
Muse: Some Daughtry.
Notes: Hi (:

[augustine]

Sure, sure... guitar was the most common instrument around camp. Everyone played it, and in the minds of most people, it was a simple and mediocre instrument. August agreed... when you put an instrument in the hands of a simple minded person, of course their music is going to be simple and mediocre. However, put a guitar in the hands of someone like him who fell under the category of musical genius... and the music will be brilliant. No, he didn't play ridiculous solos where the fingers of the player move so quickly you can hardly see them. His music was simple in style... but that was also what set him apart. He could make the most simple piece brilliant... and yes, he was cocky when it came to that skill, but he had long since earned that right.

Admittedly, August's music was mellow and very... chill... which was odd for someone with a personality like him. You would think some jerk who cared about no one except himself would be into something harder and less relaxing... but he honestly hated that sort of music. He was a very opinionated person, and once he had an opinion on something, there was no changing his very stubborn mind. Hard music had become commonplace, and he wanted to be anything but common. He wanted to stand out. Of course, with a name like Augustine Demetrius Xavier, you were bound to stand out... but he hated his name, so he decided to make his music into what made him stand out above the crowd... and he had certainly accomplished that.

When he finished the song and heard the clap, he looked coyly over at his one woman audience, no smile etched on his face as you would expect. Instead, there was an almost sinister and foreboding smirk playing across his features as if he knew something the whole world would want to know, but there was no way in hell he was telling. It was a normal look for him... he never smiled, just smirked. There were few things in this life that made him happy... and aside from sex, alcohol, and his music, those things were even fewer. He was a difficult man to please... but hey, that made him different too.

Of course it was... he said with that horribly smug tone people would come to know him as never being without, I wrote it, and everything I write is really good, otherwise I wouldn't play it. Yes, he was indeed full of himself. He always acted like he had accomplished something great in his life time and was so much better than the rest of the world, when, in reality, he was quite average without a guitar or mandolin in his hands... but what did that matter? He was never seen without one or the other, so no one needed to know he was just like the rest of them, that was his little secret.

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