Post by Hayley Johnson on Dec 14, 2007 23:11:00 GMT
Hayley stalked into starbucks, she was tired as hell and hadn't slept in God knows how long. She had a whole lot on her mind and wasn't one to kick back and relax easily. This was out of character for the young girl, she was usually too laid back but in the time of crisis when she was stuck halfway through a song it always happened. Sleepless nights with void black dreams and nothing to help out her aching mind. It was so dull it almost hurt. Wandering out to the counted her short five foot one frame stretched out slightly as she tried to wake her little self up. With a frown she looked at the board and soon ordered her drink.
As her drink was handed to her the thanked the person behind the camera with a bright sleepy smile. Super strong, super large coffee should get her going again, after all she intended on going out tonight.
Slumping into a chair she sighed, it was one of the only last tables left and she was so relieved to have gotten it. Sitting down felt good. Leaning over she slipped her journal onto the table. Meg's pale hand brushed away loose strands from swaying in front of her eyes. She flipped open her book and began to tap a pen against it whilst drinking her coffee rather quickly.
The girl was clad in a pair of bright red skin hugging drain pipe jeans. Her top was a plain white vest top with lyrics like 'gather all the heartache, I'll hold it in my hand' scribbled on it. It was mostly the band's own lyrics but there were a few in there she liked so much from other bands...it was her 'inspiration tee' or not... Her shoes were an old wrecked pair of converse and a 'The Chariot' hoody was slung over the back of her chair neatly.
Glancing back down at her journal, the bright eyes of hers scanned carefully over the previous words. A slight smile crossed her cherry lips and she began to write. Coffee was the best savior in a time of need. Or at least Hayley would always campaign it was. Humming lightly to what she wrote she was equally working out the tune.
"Because these are my last words
And this is my last breath
I'd give you everything
If there was something left
I've got nothing left to prove
And I will live with my regrets
I'd give you everything
If there was something left
Because these are my last words
And this is my last breath
I'd give you everything
But I've got nothing left"
As her drink was handed to her the thanked the person behind the camera with a bright sleepy smile. Super strong, super large coffee should get her going again, after all she intended on going out tonight.
Slumping into a chair she sighed, it was one of the only last tables left and she was so relieved to have gotten it. Sitting down felt good. Leaning over she slipped her journal onto the table. Meg's pale hand brushed away loose strands from swaying in front of her eyes. She flipped open her book and began to tap a pen against it whilst drinking her coffee rather quickly.
The girl was clad in a pair of bright red skin hugging drain pipe jeans. Her top was a plain white vest top with lyrics like 'gather all the heartache, I'll hold it in my hand' scribbled on it. It was mostly the band's own lyrics but there were a few in there she liked so much from other bands...it was her 'inspiration tee' or not... Her shoes were an old wrecked pair of converse and a 'The Chariot' hoody was slung over the back of her chair neatly.
Glancing back down at her journal, the bright eyes of hers scanned carefully over the previous words. A slight smile crossed her cherry lips and she began to write. Coffee was the best savior in a time of need. Or at least Hayley would always campaign it was. Humming lightly to what she wrote she was equally working out the tune.
"Because these are my last words
And this is my last breath
I'd give you everything
If there was something left
I've got nothing left to prove
And I will live with my regrets
I'd give you everything
If there was something left
Because these are my last words
And this is my last breath
I'd give you everything
But I've got nothing left"
