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nadiathesaint) wrote in
fandomhighdorms2007-03-05 11:36 pm
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Fifth floor common room, Monday evening
It was too cold and windy out for Nadia to want to go any where near the roof, so she was crashed out on her back on the common room couch, her guitar balanced on her stomach as she plucked out a tune, her amp turned way down so she wouldn't be disturbing anyone else.
She was singing quietly enough for it to barely count as singing, not paying much attention to the words, just trying to get the guitar right.
It'd been awhile since she'd listened to Counting Crows, and she couldn't help remembering the last time she'd performed one of their songs, almost a year ago. Two, depending on who you asked. . . .
Thus she played, singing softly, and stared up at the ceiling, reminiscing.
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She was singing quietly enough for it to barely count as singing, not paying much attention to the words, just trying to get the guitar right.
It'd been awhile since she'd listened to Counting Crows, and she couldn't help remembering the last time she'd performed one of their songs, almost a year ago. Two, depending on who you asked. . . .
Thus she played, singing softly, and stared up at the ceiling, reminiscing.
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"Hey."
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I am not worried, I am not overly concerned. . . .
Nadia twisted her head to grin at him. "Hey. No more applesauce walls?"
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My friend implores me, for one time only,
Make an exception, I am not worried. . . .
"You'd have--and you have--done the same for me."
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Wrap her up in a package of lies
Send her off to a coconut island
I am not worried, I am not overly concerned
"You really were mad, huh. I'm sorry, too."
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. . . With the status of my emotions
Oh, she says, we're changing.
But we're always changing
It does not bother me to say. . . .
"I called to tell you I was back. I think that's one of those . . . vicious circle things."
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"I won't do that again. Not answer your call. I'm not going to promise I won't go off on my own when I'm angry, but I won't let the phone ring without answering."
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. . . this isn't love
Because if you don't want to talk about it then it isn't love
And I guess I'm going to have to live that
But, I'm sure there's something in a shade of gray
Or something in between
And I can always change my name if that's what you mean. . . .
"That's what really worried me, you know. Not that you went off, well, a little bit that. That you weren't answering. That's why I thought you wanted to . . . you know."
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"Hi!"
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"Yeah huh."
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