The Roof; Tuesday Night.
Wednesday, October 18th, 2006 01:50 amCloudy. Impending chance of light rain again, thought it seemed to have stopped. A little chilly. But Chad still deemed it a nice night, bundled up a little more than usual, and headed up to the roof with his guitar. The little expedition in archeology club had him liking the fresh air, and he sat enjoying the view while listening to music and plucking at his guitar. He was singing, too, getting more comfortable with his voice and even more encouraged by the duet he had with Parker earlier, which, though silly, was a hell of a lot of fun. It helped when he found things to compliment his deep voice.
Tonight, he switched between a lot of things. At the moment, Butthole Surfers. He didn't know who the hell Diane was, but he couldn't help but feel envious of her whenever he listened to "Pepper."
[[ open, as roofs tend to be ]]
Tonight, he switched between a lot of things. At the moment, Butthole Surfers. He didn't know who the hell Diane was, but he couldn't help but feel envious of her whenever he listened to "Pepper."
[[ open, as roofs tend to be ]]