Post by key on Mar 20, 2009 17:04:23 GMT -5
[/color] the sound was the kind you would hear when a mother is telling a teenager a story about her day and the teenager does not want to seem intreseted becasue that would be lame, but he or she really is fasinated. devon liam reached his hand against the window and drumed his fingers against the glass before looking in both direction.black north face backpack bounced against his back along with his stride, which was relaxed and slightly lazy. next period was science, and he really wanted to be as late as possible. he was really rather smart, so it was not like he was not getting an a in this class, or any for that matter. devon liam simply wanted to be late, he was tired of being rushed from one class to the next, always in a time crunch. always being told where to go and when to be there. for once, he wanted to take his time. besides, when you strolled into a classroom late, everyone notices you.
as he walked by one of the dance rooms his eyes could not help but peer into the window that opened up to it. noone was there. his movement stopped as he waited another minitue. still noone. maybe there was not a class in here next period. mmmmm
just as he strolled into the room, the bell that declared the next period was starting rang. setting down his bag, another pale hand grabbed the ipod from his sweat pants pocket. humming the same way a young boy would as he entered the principles office while trying to mantain an innocent look, devon liam plugged the ipod in. his thumb selected play before he adjusted the volume. his hum switched tunes in order to match the song. he strolled toward the mirror, slipped off his shoes, then began to move.
first, he backed up in a rather graceful way. his head kept down until a large courd where he leaped to the side. landing on his knee, he slid to the floor where he rolled onto his back. devon curved his back in an almost back-bendish motion while he stood. next, he backed away with his arms infront of his body and back still bent in a way that looked as if he was pushing away from something. running, he leapt once more, adding another spin in the air. when landing, he began simply piourettes into an arabask, which he held gracefully.
devon liam sang while he improved the dance movements, which he knew to be simply for they came from the top of his head. today i saw my father standing in the graveyard, looking very somber, looking for his mom. when he finally found her he said that it was different, everything is different. nothing's really changed. his voice was fiarly good, after all he was here for a singing career. he did not want to be, but he was. if it was the freshman's choice, he would have choosen dancing, but it wasn't, so he didn't.
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lyrics; everything has changed by william fitzsimmons
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