Post by julius jay harper. on Dec 7, 2011 13:45:23 GMT -5
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Julius didn't know whether he should be excited or disturbed by the things he could see lingering at the bottom of the river. Nothing that was too defined, just dark figures. It made butterflies mix in his stomach. He was in the forest, trees looming high above him, the river in front of him splitting to go in separate directions. He had been here before, at this exact spot. Inspiration was easy to find in the shadows, the grooves of the trees told stories that worked their way into his own music. His guitar was strung over his back, holding heavy against his right shoulder.
He slid it around, sitting Indian style just in front of the flowing water. He brushed off his dark peacoat, and pulled his white scarf looser around his neck. The day was chilly, but his hot blood was kicking in and taking an unwanted effect. He was sure to shed his upper layers sooner then later. He pulled his guitar from it's case, rubbing his fingers along the beautiful neck and strings. He strummed once, and smiled at the tuned sound that echoed through the woods. It was easy to pick out the melodies over the sound of the river.
He played with different notes, pulling a notebook from his bag and scribbling down the notes he deemed fit before continuing. Lyrics came with it, soon, and he was performing in the middle of the woods. He voice was husky, rough but soft at the same time. He never got tired of playing this instrument. The Piano was the next best thing, but this he could take with him anywhere. He didn't have to loose inspiration, he could play while it was still beating strong.
The sound of birds wings fluttering near by brought on more lyrics, that Julius was sure to scribble down. He doubted that someone else would be out here to bother him. Not with weather like this. Dark clouds rumbled with slight hints of thunder overhead, but Julius had came prepared. Umbrella, bag, coat and scarf, he would be good for another few hours at least. He stared into the murky water and thought of drowning. Not for himself, but what it might feel like. Sure, he had written lyrics about it before, but experiencing it would be much more horrifying, much more real.
He usually didn't like being in big bodies of water, so the thought of drowning in one just made Julius scoot back even farther. The water crashed against the rocky shore more violently when the wind suddenly decided to pick itself up again. Julius hadn't noticed that he had stopped playing, but the fog was setting in. He wasn't one to get scared, and he knew the eerie forest around him well enough to be calm in the midst of the storm.
He took in a breath and started in on playing a new song, running his fingers along the strings effortlessly and plucking with one finger at the bottom. To bad he had forgot to bring a pick.
