Post by Cale Rosiér on Dec 13, 2007 16:51:44 GMT 1
"For heaven's sake..."
Cale ripped the sign off his door that was inquiring about musical talent around the Hircine campus. Sure, it was possible that few people had actually seen his request, but it was still discouraging that he was still having trouble finding people to jam with. His shitty, electric guitar stood longingly against the wall, the amp humming gently at the foot of his bed.
"Looks like I can't start my career as a member of a famous rock-star just yet. I'll have to start on my solo album, hahaha."
He laughed to himself, like a crazy man does when he's reached the brink.
Plugging in the guitar, he cranked the amp up to 8. It was as loud as he could handle without it really hurting his ears...but after grinding out a few harsh chords, he turned it up all the way and clicked on the fuzz pedal that gave it a really Hendrix kind of sound. Cale closed his eyes as the amp became so loud that it was no longer like noise, he was just swimming in the vibrations of the music he was making. He was leaning on the chords with a pretty fierce beat in between the solos he had made up where his fleet fingers would punch out triplets all the way throughout the neck of the guitar from the very low notes to the squeedly meedly ones like some kind of delirious funky priest.
Someone was certain to complain, it was just a matter of who would come first. Whatever happened, it was worth it for this sweet release. He was going to enjoy it as long as he could, but his front door was unlocked and his bedroom door was wide open.
*Ga chewn chewn (squeedlysqueedlysqueedly doo doo doo dun dun) CHUNG CHUNG (squeedlymeedlymeedlysqueedly da da badun) BUM BUM (doo doo, doo, doo, doo, da da da da weeeeeooo, weeeeoooh, weeeeeaaaoohhh, da da da ba da doo doo) GA CHUG CHUG*
This blood-red piece of 6-string garbage was really turning this mother out, no question...
Cale ripped the sign off his door that was inquiring about musical talent around the Hircine campus. Sure, it was possible that few people had actually seen his request, but it was still discouraging that he was still having trouble finding people to jam with. His shitty, electric guitar stood longingly against the wall, the amp humming gently at the foot of his bed.
"Looks like I can't start my career as a member of a famous rock-star just yet. I'll have to start on my solo album, hahaha."
He laughed to himself, like a crazy man does when he's reached the brink.
Plugging in the guitar, he cranked the amp up to 8. It was as loud as he could handle without it really hurting his ears...but after grinding out a few harsh chords, he turned it up all the way and clicked on the fuzz pedal that gave it a really Hendrix kind of sound. Cale closed his eyes as the amp became so loud that it was no longer like noise, he was just swimming in the vibrations of the music he was making. He was leaning on the chords with a pretty fierce beat in between the solos he had made up where his fleet fingers would punch out triplets all the way throughout the neck of the guitar from the very low notes to the squeedly meedly ones like some kind of delirious funky priest.
Someone was certain to complain, it was just a matter of who would come first. Whatever happened, it was worth it for this sweet release. He was going to enjoy it as long as he could, but his front door was unlocked and his bedroom door was wide open.
*Ga chewn chewn (squeedlysqueedlysqueedly doo doo doo dun dun) CHUNG CHUNG (squeedlymeedlymeedlysqueedly da da badun) BUM BUM (doo doo, doo, doo, doo, da da da da weeeeeooo, weeeeoooh, weeeeeaaaoohhh, da da da ba da doo doo) GA CHUG CHUG*
This blood-red piece of 6-string garbage was really turning this mother out, no question...
