Post by Chase Weasley on Apr 12, 2008 21:55:49 GMT -5
(Ha ha, this post is sort of lame. I haven't started a post in a long time now, so sorry for the sucky-ness.)
Since the moment I spotted you
I walk round with little wings on my shoes
My stomach’s filled with the butterflies...and it’s alright
Bouncing round from cloud to cloud
I got the feeling like I’m never gonna' to come down
If I said I didn’t like it then you know I’d lied
Every time I try to talk to you
I get tongue-tied
Turns out everything I say to you
Comes out wrong and never comes out right
He stopped, still playing his guitar with the same theme going back and forth. Yet again, he was stuck on what to sing next. This happened quite frequently, sadly. Sighing, Chase looked up as some students some yards away, with a small, charming smile. [/center]
A deep breath was let out from Chase before he ran his fingers through his hair, he was stumped. Now, why was it so hard to for him to continue a song when he can start it easily with no problems at all? Plus, he could write a whole song, or two, at Hogsmead outside within seconds with ease. It annoyed him so, no matter how hard he tried.
"Let's try this again." Chase sighed, starting all over again."[/size]
Since the moment I spotted you
I walk round with little wings on my shoes
My stomach’s filled with the butterflies...and it’s alright
Bouncing round from cloud to cloud
I got the feeling like I’m never gonna' to come down
If I said I didn’t like it then you know I’d lied
Every time I try to talk to you
I get tongue-tied
Turns out everything I say to you
Comes out wrong and never comes out right
Chase stopped again, this time it seemed only as a pause than a complete, blank stop.
So I'm singn' ‘Why don’t you and I get together and take on the world
And be together forever
Heads we will and tails we’ll try again
So I'll say why don’t you and I hold each other and fly to the moon
And straight on to heaven
Cause without you they’re never going to let me in’
When’s this fever going to break?
I think I’ve handled more than any man can take
I’m like a love-sick puppy chasing you around...and it’s alright
Bouncing round from cloud to cloud
I got the feeling like I’m never going to come down
If said I didn’t like it then you know I’d lied
Every time I try to talk to you
I get tongue-tied
Turns out everything I say to you
Comes out wrong and never comes out right!
"Yes, now I've got a chorus!" Chase grinned happily, nodding a couple of times, happy on the out come. Letting out a sigh in relief, Chase looked up at the sky in bit of a chipper way. It was early in the morning and yet the day seemed great, well, so far that is. If this kept up, and the weather stayed as nice as it was, than this could be a great day! Chase looked down at his guitar, strumming a couple of strings before playing the tone from the song he just made, over and over a couple of times.
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"Oooh, hi, Chase!"
"Oh, look girls, there he is!"
"Oh, look girls, there he is!"
"Um.. Hi?" He gave a a small smile, feeling awkward.
That boy again, with his guitar in hand and his eyes fixed on that same tree once more. All fixed up, for what? Just to sit under that oak tree on the grounds and play his guitar? Well, yes, because that boy is Chase Weasley. Boy wouldn't go out side with out his guitar in his hand. Sure, he has a life, he has friends, but most of it revolves around playing and singing with his guitar.
Chase walked on out from the school doors along with other students. Guitar in hand, and he made his way to the oak tree that was along the grounds. He always sat under that tree and played and sang with his guitar since no one was ever under that tree when he was out. Students walked by, quickly with their friends, laughing and talking as they moved across the grounds.
Ah, the weekends, how nice they were. No classes, sleeping in Saturday and Sunday before classes again on Monday. The weekends were always fun, especially when the students were allowed to go to Hogsmead. Chase always found it nice to be able to go to shops and just relax. It always ended up that he could write a decent song when in Hogsmead, which is why he loved to go there, besides the difference it is to Hogwarts.
Chase sat under the oak tree, his guitar on his lap, standing up. He waited for a few minutes, looking around the grounds for something to inspire him to start playing. Students. Laughing. Warmth. White clouds. Wind blowing leafs around in spirals, replacing them on the grounds far away from their homes. Trees moving in the wind and well, there it was.
That boy again, with his guitar in hand and his eyes fixed on that same tree once more. All fixed up, for what? Just to sit under that oak tree on the grounds and play his guitar? Well, yes, because that boy is Chase Weasley. Boy wouldn't go out side with out his guitar in his hand. Sure, he has a life, he has friends, but most of it revolves around playing and singing with his guitar.
Chase walked on out from the school doors along with other students. Guitar in hand, and he made his way to the oak tree that was along the grounds. He always sat under that tree and played and sang with his guitar since no one was ever under that tree when he was out. Students walked by, quickly with their friends, laughing and talking as they moved across the grounds.
Ah, the weekends, how nice they were. No classes, sleeping in Saturday and Sunday before classes again on Monday. The weekends were always fun, especially when the students were allowed to go to Hogsmead. Chase always found it nice to be able to go to shops and just relax. It always ended up that he could write a decent song when in Hogsmead, which is why he loved to go there, besides the difference it is to Hogwarts.
Chase sat under the oak tree, his guitar on his lap, standing up. He waited for a few minutes, looking around the grounds for something to inspire him to start playing. Students. Laughing. Warmth. White clouds. Wind blowing leafs around in spirals, replacing them on the grounds far away from their homes. Trees moving in the wind and well, there it was.
Since the moment I spotted you
I walk round with little wings on my shoes
My stomach’s filled with the butterflies...and it’s alright
Bouncing round from cloud to cloud
I got the feeling like I’m never gonna' to come down
If I said I didn’t like it then you know I’d lied
Every time I try to talk to you
I get tongue-tied
Turns out everything I say to you
Comes out wrong and never comes out right
He stopped, still playing his guitar with the same theme going back and forth. Yet again, he was stuck on what to sing next. This happened quite frequently, sadly. Sighing, Chase looked up as some students some yards away, with a small, charming smile. [/center]
"Oh my gosh, Alisha, you see that?"
"I know, right!"
"I know, right!"
A deep breath was let out from Chase before he ran his fingers through his hair, he was stumped. Now, why was it so hard to for him to continue a song when he can start it easily with no problems at all? Plus, he could write a whole song, or two, at Hogsmead outside within seconds with ease. It annoyed him so, no matter how hard he tried.
"Let's try this again." Chase sighed, starting all over again."
Since the moment I spotted you
I walk round with little wings on my shoes
My stomach’s filled with the butterflies...and it’s alright
Bouncing round from cloud to cloud
I got the feeling like I’m never gonna' to come down
If I said I didn’t like it then you know I’d lied
Every time I try to talk to you
I get tongue-tied
Turns out everything I say to you
Comes out wrong and never comes out right
Chase stopped again, this time it seemed only as a pause than a complete, blank stop.
So I'm singn' ‘Why don’t you and I get together and take on the world
And be together forever
Heads we will and tails we’ll try again
So I'll say why don’t you and I hold each other and fly to the moon
And straight on to heaven
Cause without you they’re never going to let me in’
When’s this fever going to break?
I think I’ve handled more than any man can take
I’m like a love-sick puppy chasing you around...and it’s alright
Bouncing round from cloud to cloud
I got the feeling like I’m never going to come down
If said I didn’t like it then you know I’d lied
Every time I try to talk to you
I get tongue-tied
Turns out everything I say to you
Comes out wrong and never comes out right!
"Yes, now I've got a chorus!" Chase grinned happily, nodding a couple of times, happy on the out come. Letting out a sigh in relief, Chase looked up at the sky in bit of a chipper way. It was early in the morning and yet the day seemed great, well, so far that is. If this kept up, and the weather stayed as nice as it was, than this could be a great day! Chase looked down at his guitar, strumming a couple of strings before playing the tone from the song he just made, over and over a couple of times.
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