Friggin' G String (Noah.)
Sept 17, 2012 10:31:24 GMT -5
Post by Cameron Osiris on Sept 17, 2012 10:31:24 GMT -5
Cameron made his way through the boy’s dorm hallway, guitar in hand. He was trying out a new song and kept getting the notes wrong. He frowned at his old music maker and sighed. Really, he ought to write these things down...
Parading back and forth on a Saturday afternoon, trying to play a song, was probably bound to annoy somebody. The blonde had had some inspiration and was trying to work with it, but it wasn’t working with him. Maybe it was the room he was sitting in. Struggling to pull on a t-shirt and some grey sweats, Cam made sure his hair was perfect before setting foot out in the halls.
“Ugh, that’s just not right!” He exclaimed, playing a series of similar notes in order to get the next one right in the song he had somewhere in his head. To anyone else it might seem like he was fiddling around, but he was trying to make magic happen here.
And then, a loud snapping sound was heard, it was a sound that made all guitar players cringe and then moan. Like seriously, as if his guitar didn’t have enough issues, at least it was playable. Up until now. The third string on his guitar had broken, and was currently coiled up by his fingers still gripping the guitar’s neck in horror. “Why?!” He asked it, as though it would answer back. He sighed. “Guess I’ll have to get a new G string.” Cameron was oblivious to whoever had opened their dorm door. Room 504? How’d he get there?
Parading back and forth on a Saturday afternoon, trying to play a song, was probably bound to annoy somebody. The blonde had had some inspiration and was trying to work with it, but it wasn’t working with him. Maybe it was the room he was sitting in. Struggling to pull on a t-shirt and some grey sweats, Cam made sure his hair was perfect before setting foot out in the halls.
“Ugh, that’s just not right!” He exclaimed, playing a series of similar notes in order to get the next one right in the song he had somewhere in his head. To anyone else it might seem like he was fiddling around, but he was trying to make magic happen here.
And then, a loud snapping sound was heard, it was a sound that made all guitar players cringe and then moan. Like seriously, as if his guitar didn’t have enough issues, at least it was playable. Up until now. The third string on his guitar had broken, and was currently coiled up by his fingers still gripping the guitar’s neck in horror. “Why?!” He asked it, as though it would answer back. He sighed. “Guess I’ll have to get a new G string.” Cameron was oblivious to whoever had opened their dorm door. Room 504? How’d he get there?
