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Post by Bryan Elliot on Jul 22, 2008 17:41:15 GMT -8
Bryan Elliot walked around the Third Corridor Halls hoping to find somebody who can help him find where his room is. He put his guitar in his right hand as he looked. Once he understood he was alone. He just sat down with his back to the wall for a few seconds, just waiting for something. After that he got bored and pulled out his Songwriting book. Where he sat it in front of him while he put his guitar in his lap, He flipped his book to a place where the heading says "Psycholical Race". he strummed the strings as he sang silently enough so he woudent cause a disruption.
"You were sitting on the wall Trying to absorbe it all You took the whole days news in just a couple seconds It looks like someone died You wish you werent alive But you have to get up in 20 minutes You have to remember you gotta finish Gotta keep going at a pace You've gotta finish your Psycholical Ray-hace"
He smiles to himself he finished his first verse. He takes a break while still strumming the guitar. He thinks about how lonely it is here. No friends, nothing. I can't even find my room! He lays his head thinking of Seattle while still playing the guitar. When a tear starts rolling down his face, he wipes it off before someone walks in on him. He mixes up the beat on the guitar while mimicking the drums with his feet.
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