Post by Talmon on Jan 15, 2012 11:19:09 GMT -5
The trees were silent in the picturesque park and it was too early for anyone to be there… except a lone soul who sat by the crystal clear azure pond in the middle of a clearing. The birds ruffled their wings and performed an occasional birdsong for any who were lucky enough to hear it. The grass was christened with soft dew droplets and the early morning light trickled onto the ground.
The boy ruffled his hand through his blonde hair and then lent back onto the hill behind him. It was so beautiful this time of day; he wondered why he didn’t come to the park more often. A small green frog with inquiring eyes leapt from the pond and onto the boy’s chest who greeted it with a soft stroke with the back of his hand and a kind smile. “What do you think I should do, Mr Frog?” he asked with soothing tones despite the turmoil that he was in. The frog croaked and then leapt from his stomach and left abruptly without a trace. The boy leant back and rubbed his temples with his fingers. He was running away without moving. He had never wanted to do all this, he just enjoyed music, and he enjoyed writing songs. Why did he have to deal with fans, band members and the press? He was, admittedly, being lazy and avoiding a commitment to practice for the big gig but was it really that important? Don’t they say art is a thing of passion and not something to be analysed and sold? Well, at least, that’s what he thought.
His phone vibrated so he withdrew and moved to throw it in the pond but he saw the name on the phone and paused. “Sora…” he muttered. He flipped up the small silver device and read the small text message aloud slowly. “Matt where are you? Everyone is worried, I know we’ve had our fights but as your friend I want you to go and fulfil your commitments. You wanted to do this so I helped you and lost out on being with Tai for you. Please Matt, I love you” he stopped and then decided it was only fair if he read it properly “I love your music and so many others do” he whispered, solemnly. “Why do I never get the one girl I actually want?” he mulled over the thought before grabbing the phone and throwing it into the pond. “I’d rather be lazy all day than work anyway” he stated flatly as he placed a blade of grass into his mouth, fell back onto the grass and chewed it softly.
The boy ruffled his hand through his blonde hair and then lent back onto the hill behind him. It was so beautiful this time of day; he wondered why he didn’t come to the park more often. A small green frog with inquiring eyes leapt from the pond and onto the boy’s chest who greeted it with a soft stroke with the back of his hand and a kind smile. “What do you think I should do, Mr Frog?” he asked with soothing tones despite the turmoil that he was in. The frog croaked and then leapt from his stomach and left abruptly without a trace. The boy leant back and rubbed his temples with his fingers. He was running away without moving. He had never wanted to do all this, he just enjoyed music, and he enjoyed writing songs. Why did he have to deal with fans, band members and the press? He was, admittedly, being lazy and avoiding a commitment to practice for the big gig but was it really that important? Don’t they say art is a thing of passion and not something to be analysed and sold? Well, at least, that’s what he thought.
His phone vibrated so he withdrew and moved to throw it in the pond but he saw the name on the phone and paused. “Sora…” he muttered. He flipped up the small silver device and read the small text message aloud slowly. “Matt where are you? Everyone is worried, I know we’ve had our fights but as your friend I want you to go and fulfil your commitments. You wanted to do this so I helped you and lost out on being with Tai for you. Please Matt, I love you” he stopped and then decided it was only fair if he read it properly “I love your music and so many others do” he whispered, solemnly. “Why do I never get the one girl I actually want?” he mulled over the thought before grabbing the phone and throwing it into the pond. “I’d rather be lazy all day than work anyway” he stated flatly as he placed a blade of grass into his mouth, fell back onto the grass and chewed it softly.