, wait til i hit the ground harder (open)

[shane traeger bailey]

and i never say goodnight
never say that i'm always right

tags; OPEN
outfit; wearing
song; wait by something corporate
notes; sorry about the crappy writing, just trying to get a first post out there. i will improve, you have my word.

7:45 PM. what an unfortunate evening. Kicked out of your hotel room because you're band mate was getting let's say "involved" with a member of the opposite sex. Shane understood though, a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do. So on this very random Thursday evening Shane found himself homeless in a city he wasn't really sure of the name. After grabbing a coffee at the convenient coffee house located within the hotel he made off for the lobby which offered a comfortable place to sit until he finally got the call that the coast was clear.

he took a couple sips from the burning hot mug and placed in on the table next to his over-sized chair. Now, what to do for the next hour or so? Shane placed his acoustic guitar against the chair and pulled his laptop from the Northface backpack. There wasn't much for him to do on the internet as he had just checked his facebook and all that jazz only a couple hours earlier before band practice.

it only took a few minutes for Shane to get bored surfing the net. He placed the white Mac book on the table next to his coffee and grabbed his guitar. First, he scanned the lobby but it seemed as if no one was around. So he began to softly strum the chords. Closing his eyes the strumming began to get a little more complex, fingers reaching for the different strings. Next his voice began to sing softly,

"I can hear ticking clocks,
Running rampant in Me,
chiming in apogee, Waiting for the cynergy
Of Her and Me waiting on the light
And I Never say goodnight
Never say that i'm always right
Now in you girl, I'm content to drown
You're High and Im so Down
This Night'll end sooner But much sooner now
Im awake in you and You're Asleep in me
All the things i'll never be
Make me Wonder could you see
And I Said, Wait, till i hit the ground Harder
Wish i could Wait, To i could hear your heartbeat fast
Wish i could wait Till i missed her flavour
My days are numbered here
and i dont want to be the last one Home
don't want to be the last one home
Though Im weak inside
I'm thriving just the same
Still Calling out your name
Wondering who it is that i should blame
Stabbing Hard and Burried
Conciousness and fear
Forgetting others i hold Dear
Wontcha maybe could you hear
And I said To, Wait, till i hit the ground Harder
Wish i could Wait, To hear your heartbeat fast
Wish i could wait Till i missed her flavour
My days are numbered here
and i dont want to be the last one Home
no no no, the last one home
There you are baby
just waiting on the sun
just Staring at the sky
said When will he be done
and i said there you are baby
waiting on the sun
staring at the sky
said when will he be done
when will he be done
and i wish i could wait, Till i see you shaking
wish i could wait to pull out of this one fast
wish i could wait till i taste your flavour
and maybe i can savour every last drop
and i said, Wait, till i hit the ground Harder
Wish i could Wait, to hear to hear your heartbeat fast
Wish i could wait to see you shaking
My days are numbered here
and i dont want to be the last one Home
the last one home, the last one home"

[corbin alexander baldwin]

The drinks are cheap,
And vinyl's cool.
What do you think of my new shoes?
And you know me,
And I know you, yeah we do.

It was a nice evening out and Corbin couldn't bear to be stuck inside. After the fast food dinner, the rest of the band seemed fairly content to spend another night just talking about nothing and laughing about even less, but not Corbin. He felt a little closed in. Too much time in one place had a tendency of doing that to him so within minutes he found himself wandering the streets for something to do. Walking down the street, there wasn't terribly much to grab his attention but that didn't matter.

Corbin only wanted to be outside and he got just that so why complain? With his hands in his pockets he strolled down the street, finding his own regular pace as he listened to the sound of his shoes against the pavement and making up a new riff in his head. He didn't bring much with him but he didn't need much anyway. Corbin had always been pretty self-contained with everything he needed to entertain himself all in his head. Sure, he was pretty attached to his laptop, it was his lifeline, his link back to the world he knew but he didn't need to always be on it. Besides he just had an hour before dinner to check his e-mails and bother ebay with his various searches of things he'd never by. Not to mention the youtube videos that he loved so much.

Finding his way to a familiar hotel he stopped for a moment just outside it wondering it's worth and if he should bother going in. It looked pretty empty except for a some hotel staff wandering about minding their own business and a guy picking up his guitar. Corbin smiled despite not known who the guy was or if he was even any good. He liked music and he was curious to see what that guy might play. Opening the door he quietly let himself in, in time to hear him start to sing. He couldn't see his face but he sounded familiar some how. Staring at the back of his head, he continued to listen. In all honesty the guy wasn't half bad. Listening to the song, he waited till the end before clapping and walking forward so that he could be seen more easily.

"Not bad," he said to the strange with a smile before sitting down in front of him. He didn't feel much like being alone if he had the chance to meet someone knew and although he didn't know if this guy wanted to be alone it didn't matter. If he was going to play the song then he should probably expect an audience.

With a better view of the boy, Corbin quickly noticed that he was rather good looking, not that he would ever comment on something like that. He wasn't particularly shy but he tended to not be good and giving too many compliments at one time. Plus the guy did look familiar. Corbin was certain he had seen him around but wasn't quite sure at what capacity. Maybe he was in one of the bands? He couldn't be exactly sure but he figured he'd probably find out.

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