- Messages
- 545
- OOC First Name
- Sir Dylaaaaaan!
- Wand
- Rosethorn Wand 11" Essence of Dragons Blood
Ash Richards walked through the grounds of Beauxbatons, muttering greetings to people he knew, but mainly trying to avoid conversation. He was heading for the lake, where he had a hidden away spot, still in view of the lake, but where none of the grounds could see it. He had an acoustic guitar case in his hand, and was eager to get away to get away to some piece and quiet. He still felt restless, which bothered him. He had thought it had been being in a relationship that had make him feel that way, so he had broken up with the girl. But he still felt it. He now wondered, maybe it was just the wrong girl. Ash had always been a lover, and sometimes not the most faithful, but he was a lover none the less.
He sighed to himself as he entered the clearing, and sat down. His uncliped his guitar case and pulled his acoustic guitar out of it. He smiled to himself as he played a chord. It was still intune. He began playing a song he had learned the other day.
"I'm back, back in town, and everything has changed.
I feel, feel let down, the faces stay the same.
I see, see shadows, of who we used to be.
When I drive, drive so slow, through this memory.
When we were only kids, and we were best of friends,
and we hoped for the best, and let go of the rest.
I heard, heard myself say things I take back.
If I could, could re-tell and make these stories last.
I see, see shadows of who we'll always be.
When I drive, drive these roads that made our memories...." His voice rang out as he heard footsteps coming through the hidden path he had made. It seemed his secret spot was a secret no longer.
He sighed to himself as he entered the clearing, and sat down. His uncliped his guitar case and pulled his acoustic guitar out of it. He smiled to himself as he played a chord. It was still intune. He began playing a song he had learned the other day.
"I'm back, back in town, and everything has changed.
I feel, feel let down, the faces stay the same.
I see, see shadows, of who we used to be.
When I drive, drive so slow, through this memory.
When we were only kids, and we were best of friends,
and we hoped for the best, and let go of the rest.
I heard, heard myself say things I take back.
If I could, could re-tell and make these stories last.
I see, see shadows of who we'll always be.
When I drive, drive these roads that made our memories...." His voice rang out as he heard footsteps coming through the hidden path he had made. It seemed his secret spot was a secret no longer.