06-10-2015, 06:03 AM
Danny stood in a shaft of light, the rest of the studio flat lay dark, shapes within the room gave tell of his furniture but he wasn’t paying attention to that.
His fingers found the notes on the fret board of his guitar, a reverb feedback humming in the background as he found the notes, an fx pedal at his foot had been pressed and the slight distortion sent the notes into harder touches, touches of a flayed soul in torment. His eyes were closed, the bass from the track he had playing in his wireless headphones thrummed along in time like a slowly loping horse. His body moved with the beat, his lips pressed shut as he played, pouring his soul into the music he played out. There was sweat on his skin as he bounced from foot to foot lightly without ever leaving the ground. While it was true he couldn’t dance, it was also a lie. He could dance when the music was flowing. His body twisted in time to the flow, as if the streams of energy were pushing out through his skin. His foot tapped slightly then he began to drive it down into the floor, his cowboy booted heel making hard stomps to go with it. It was the passion coming up to the surface. It was like a dark twisted journey as he heard the previously laid down lyrics back in his headphones.
Now the tears began to fall uncontrollably, he clenched his teeth and swung the guitar around with big gestures as his foot stomped along with the bass beat over and over again. He was going through a range of movements, from huddling over the guitar as if his axe hurt him and the power that came with it, came through him was a wild and savage beast tearing forth. He was caught up in it now, driven once more as that galloping horse sped him through the chords, through the foot changes on his fx pedal and the flourishes and gestures as he ranged and raced along his fret board.
Come the end, he stood playing the end repeat refrains with those bitter tears streaming down his face, bare chest heaving and shaken. Instead of stepping forward, he slowly folded to the floor around his guitar and sobbed.
Death can do things to you.
His fingers found the notes on the fret board of his guitar, a reverb feedback humming in the background as he found the notes, an fx pedal at his foot had been pressed and the slight distortion sent the notes into harder touches, touches of a flayed soul in torment. His eyes were closed, the bass from the track he had playing in his wireless headphones thrummed along in time like a slowly loping horse. His body moved with the beat, his lips pressed shut as he played, pouring his soul into the music he played out. There was sweat on his skin as he bounced from foot to foot lightly without ever leaving the ground. While it was true he couldn’t dance, it was also a lie. He could dance when the music was flowing. His body twisted in time to the flow, as if the streams of energy were pushing out through his skin. His foot tapped slightly then he began to drive it down into the floor, his cowboy booted heel making hard stomps to go with it. It was the passion coming up to the surface. It was like a dark twisted journey as he heard the previously laid down lyrics back in his headphones.
Now the tears began to fall uncontrollably, he clenched his teeth and swung the guitar around with big gestures as his foot stomped along with the bass beat over and over again. He was going through a range of movements, from huddling over the guitar as if his axe hurt him and the power that came with it, came through him was a wild and savage beast tearing forth. He was caught up in it now, driven once more as that galloping horse sped him through the chords, through the foot changes on his fx pedal and the flourishes and gestures as he ranged and raced along his fret board.
Come the end, he stood playing the end repeat refrains with those bitter tears streaming down his face, bare chest heaving and shaken. Instead of stepping forward, he slowly folded to the floor around his guitar and sobbed.
Death can do things to you.
"It's in the blood,
It's in the blood.
I met my love before I was born.
He wanted love,
I taste of blood.
He bit my lip, and drank my warmth,
From years before, from years before." ~ AFI - Love like winter.
It's in the blood.
I met my love before I was born.
He wanted love,
I taste of blood.
He bit my lip, and drank my warmth,
From years before, from years before." ~ AFI - Love like winter.