Willow Holland
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Willow had not wanted to be at home. Her 'aunt' was getting on her last nerve. It seemed like it was nothing more than constant fights in the house. Willow was starting to wonder if the time when she had actually liked her aunt were just pleasant dreams and she had woken up from it to live the hell that was this life. The only good things about it was her music. Their music really. The band was still nameless but they where good. They would go places she already knew this one. Maybe while on tour she would find what she was looking for. What was Willow looking for really?
She leaned against the back against the bar that she was drinking Firewhiskey spiked with fire water. This was a bit strong but then Willow had been sneaking stronger stuff from her aunt's cabinets since she turned fifteen this was next to nothing. That and Willow didn't often drink like this. Willow just wanted to calm herself before she pounded someone into the ground. Club Brew was a pretty chill place when it came to clubs but then Willow didn't feel like doing all that much right now. Not until some false happiness started flowing through her vains. There came a tap on her shoulder and she looked around. It was the owner and since the next act hadn't shown up he was asking her to play. Willow wondered how he knew she played but she wasn't questioning it. If it got her playing again she really didn't mind it.
Willow made her way up on stage with her drink and took up the guitar. She picked a song that she felt would reflect what she was felling at the moment.
"Here, sleep at the bottom of hell
Your time has come to pick the road
You walk in this tale.
Turned and as a coward you've learned
Through sickness and health,
There's only one,
Now go and bite your tongue.
You'll just say the worst of me,
With a hope they'll understand.
No, they know you're just a boy.
So grow up and be a man.
Little baby, kicking, you scream and whine
Victims pay the price eventually
The cost? let's see... your life.
You've got nothing to prove, stay afraid.
Young brother, you've got nothing to prove."
She leaned against the back against the bar that she was drinking Firewhiskey spiked with fire water. This was a bit strong but then Willow had been sneaking stronger stuff from her aunt's cabinets since she turned fifteen this was next to nothing. That and Willow didn't often drink like this. Willow just wanted to calm herself before she pounded someone into the ground. Club Brew was a pretty chill place when it came to clubs but then Willow didn't feel like doing all that much right now. Not until some false happiness started flowing through her vains. There came a tap on her shoulder and she looked around. It was the owner and since the next act hadn't shown up he was asking her to play. Willow wondered how he knew she played but she wasn't questioning it. If it got her playing again she really didn't mind it.
Willow made her way up on stage with her drink and took up the guitar. She picked a song that she felt would reflect what she was felling at the moment.
"Here, sleep at the bottom of hell
Your time has come to pick the road
You walk in this tale.
Turned and as a coward you've learned
Through sickness and health,
There's only one,
Now go and bite your tongue.
You'll just say the worst of me,
With a hope they'll understand.
No, they know you're just a boy.
So grow up and be a man.
Little baby, kicking, you scream and whine
Victims pay the price eventually
The cost? let's see... your life.
You've got nothing to prove, stay afraid.
Young brother, you've got nothing to prove."