Date Posted:22:24:52 06/04/02 Tue Author: Nicolas Venecia Subject: Re: I'm talking to the walls.
Rapid chords were strummed delicately in The Lounge’s lounge, legs propped onto a fiery red, water-edged coffee table extended for meters down the extending black leather couches. Nicolas sank into the cotton, tapping the foot underneath the other with the quick beats. His microphone silky voice was gentle to himself as he sang the lyrics he’d recently written. Embarrassment wasn’t even an aspect of his lolling around. Come to think of it, embarrassment about himself was not a part of his character at all. He’d learned that his type of shamelessness wasn’t a flaw, but rather, the most charming part of his personality.
“Would you like to go back, to the place where I used to lay around, the carnival in shades of purple, with me, run away, with me?” He slid from note to note with flawless, CD quality, nodding his head absently with it. “I’d like to take you back, I’d like to break your heart, ‘cause I know we’d have so much fun, on the merry-go-round… yeah, I’d like to take you back there,” He stopped with the last note he’d composed, humming even after the strings had stopped and the sound faded in with My Vitriol playing in the background.
He sighed, flexing his string-bruised fingers out before him, enjoying the little squeaks his sweat-drenched cut-off gloves were making. It wasn’t an insult to the band at all, ‘cause Nicolas damn loved them. His attention span wasn’t quite as broad today, yet he caught the words. This wasn’t his favorite from them, but he liked it nonetheless. I mean, come on, they’re My Vitriol. It was a single they had already put out, a catchy song, but Nicolas took no credit off their work for having catchy hooks.
“Another day has gone… some other time maybe I’d come out, and step into the sun… a little time ago, I didn’t want to see us falling out, but everything has gone… I wish I could, sometimes I wish I would, always your way… you want it all, I did everything I could, always your way…” He strummed along to the familiar notes despite the throbbing on the tips of his nearly-bleeding fingers.
