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Post by Tanner Leto Andrews on Jan 13, 2011 4:02:22 GMT -5
--------------------------------- [/size] Restless tonight[/font][/size] ---------------------------------[/size]  ---------------------------------[/size] Because I wasted the light[/size][/font] betweenboththesetimesIdrewareallythinline[/i] ---------------------------------[/size] Tanner had started doing this tuition thing to make a few bucks. The only money he really saw from his parents was there to keep him fed and put him through school. He had to make his own money if he wanted a cent in his pocket for personal stuff. So far Tanner was yet to give one lesson, but he was receiving texts from his first potential client. He didn't know much about her, all he knew was that her name was Emily, and she was a fellow AHAA student. The name Emily threw Tanner back into his past. One of his early love interests shared that name. Her father was a business associate with his own, and the two had grown to be friends and share something of a mutual interest, however, any hopes they had of being more then friends were immediately dashed by the strictness of both families and the two-year age-difference between the couple.
Tanner's mind wandered as he rode, guitar upon his back, he sighed into his motorcycle helmet and shook his head as he came to a red light. He missed Emily desperately, but he doubted his chances of ever actually seeing her again, last he'd heard from his father, Emma's family were moving to England following her father's imprisonment for embezzlement. He hoped he'd get along with this other Emily. That they'd have something in common with one-another, otherwise just hearing her name would be a throw-back and a distraction. It wasn't like Tanner was the kind of guy to break down and cry over something like that, and that's not the way he'd handle it, but he didn't wanna get all spacey and quiet on his student.
Tanner turned the last few turns, parking his bike on the street, and pulling the keys from the ignition. He tossed them into the air before catching them and pocketing them quickly, he'd arrived at Peach's Corner Café. Next he removed his helmet and shook his head again, this time to make some vague attempt at dispelling helmet-hair. He moved to the seat nearest him, setting the plain black helmet down on the table and removing the guitar from his back, but not from it's case as he awaited his potential student, his mind filled with more thoughts of her name. Such simple things, names, but it was amazing the amount of emotion they could inspire in a person.[/center] ---------------------------------[/size] Word Count: 405
Tagged: Emily
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thinking
Notes: Short and lame.
Credit: Me. Lyrics by Finger Eleven
Unrelated: Love you Olivia |
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Post by emily ann armstrong on Jan 14, 2011 1:49:28 GMT -5
Emily was excited about her lessons. When she had started at Aspen Heights academy of Art, she was purely intending to focus on vocal performance. Her father had always told her that she had a knack for classical music and during high school, her professors had always encouraged her to continue down that path. Winning National Solo contests four years in a row has also helped boost her ego when it comes to her talent. Piano was also something that Emily was graced with the talent to succeed at, but as her vocal coach informed her, guitar would help excel her path towards professionalism. And that was how Emily had tracked down the number of the most well-know and supposedly ‘best’ guitarist at AHAA, a Mr. Tanner Andrews.
Though Emily had yet to meet Tanner in person, the two had been communicating via text for a few weeks and had scheduled their first lesson for today at Peach’s Corner Café downtown. Emily had spent the morning at Mountain Music Supply getting new stings and an electric tuner and a strap and a new hard case for her three year old guitar that she had only played twice before. See, Emily always knew that producers would find her more versatile if she could play both guitar and piano, and so she had always tried to learn but just as hard as she tried to pick it up, the harder the realization it was that she just was no good at guitar. Hopefully these lessons would help.
Crossing the slightly busy street towards Peach’s, Emily smiled, inhaling the mountain air. Lyrics to one of her favorite Death Cab for Cutie songs popped into her head and she couldn’t help but sing along quietly as she made the short trip to the café. I remember the daylight, the shivery smell of springtime, remembering when you were mine in a still suburban town..” The weather outside wasn’t quite decided and though there was sunshine, the air was cold. A pair of medium wash skinny jeans and a green tank top with a white sweatshirt adorned Emily’s body.
As she pulled open the door to the café, the familiar scent of Peach’s famous cobbler filled Emily’s nostrils. ”Mmmm.” She mumbled, enjoying the smell and glancing around the almost empty room. Her eyes fell on the figure of a man with a guitar sitting alone in the front corner and Emily knew that had to be Tanner. Approaching him, Emily put on her most confident smile and took the seat across from him. ”So you must be the world famous Tanner.” She stated matter-of-factly as she set her guitar case on the ground next to the lounge chair. Emily’s eyes didn’t waste time before they were gladly scanning his body. This was going to be one hell of a lesson.
Tagged: Tanner Word count: 474 Notes: Je vous ai aimés une fois, je t'aimerai toujours. [/sup] |
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Post by Tanner Leto Andrews on Jan 14, 2011 17:29:28 GMT -5
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[/size] Restless tonight[/font][/size] ---------------------------------[/size] ---------------------------------[/size] Because I wasted the light[/size][/font] betweenboththesetimesIdrewareallythinline[/i] ---------------------------------[/size] Tanner shook his head rather overtly. He couldn't believe it. He hadn't seen this girl in a year. It couldn't be her, She was on the other side of the world, wasn't she? He looked his student up and down. She was so like the Emily he'd known, her voice was so similar to her's as well the only difference was some tiny English undertones, as if the person had started to pick up the accent but left before it had really set in. Emily Armstrong had only left for England a little over a year a go... This was her. It had to be. Tanner's doubt was replaced by a certainty that he hadn't experienced often. Although this could be some incredible coincidence, Tanner doubted it. This was her, not some clone, or doppleganger, not an exact double. This was his Emily. Tanner may have been sure as to who this person was, but honestly he was still stunned. The odds of her traveling to England, the pair of them being separated by distance and by family regulations for over a year, and then finally reuniting through a flier for guitar lessons. It was unbelievable, but it was the happiest impossibility that Tanner could have imagined.
All Tanner could really do for the first moment was stare at Emily and take all of this in. She probably thought that he was a total freak, after all she certainly didn't recognize the boy. Tanner hoped that she'd catch on to his identity, the thought that she may have forgotten him in England terrified Tanner, but it was a fear he'd keep silent. If Emily had forgotten Tanner he'd remind her some way or another. He looked the girl up and down, taking in her style. Her clothing choices hadn't changed much, she was pretty much the exact same girl.
The next move Tanner made wasn't the most thought-out decision of all time. It was an impulse, a product of shock and excitement. The boy virtually jumped around to her wrapping his arms around her. He spoke in a tone of happiness mixed with a splash of “This is obviously happening, and I still don't believe it.” Emily Armstrong... Never thought I'd see you again. I missed ya, kid. The last word, “kid” crossed his lips with a laugh. He remembered when he used to jokingly tease her for being 'so much' younger then him when they were growing up. Now that two-year age gap seemed like nothing. Emily was there in the flesh, a beautiful, mature young lady. Tanner was starting to remember the feelings that lead to them being prevented from seeing each other in the first place pretty damn quickly. How was England?---------------------------------[/size][/center] Word Count: 454
Tagged: Emily
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Notes: Short and lame.
Credit: Me. Lyrics by Finger Eleven
Unrelated: Mi corazon es tulo, princessa linda. |
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