Post by Alexandra Lawson on Dec 2, 2015 20:41:29 GMT -6
You had your photograph, in a magazine
Such a pretty boy, only nineteen
But now your twenty-three and it's all gone now
you ain't all that, you wanna be somehow
Maybe it was only a dream!
You just thought you could be anything that you wanted to be
Sadly, it all went wrong so
Never took a scene check
Never were a reject
Always lookin' perfect
Now you aren't so in step
The electropop music was thumping through the stereo speakers at a volume that would probably be considered rude for it coming from an apartment. It felt as though Alex had recently discovered some long dormant side of herself. She had her friend, Addie, to thank for it even if she didn't agree with the other young woman's methods. Alex was bouncing her way around the small apartment with carefree abandon. She'd grown so used to the layout of her home she was capable of dancing around the furniture as if it was some often practiced routine. She circled around the coffee table, did a little twirl at one corner before shimmying toward the couch. After leaping onto the couch and tromping over the cushions, she leapt off and hit the floor with her bright pink, clad feet and took a running start at the kitchen. The thick, soft, heavy socks slid easily across the tile floor just as there came a knock at the door.
Although it wasn't a hard, aggressive knock, Alex knew exactly who it was. The thought of her friend, Erin Hackett being at the door distracted the diminutive redhead sending her careening into the kitchen table. With a shout of mostly surprise (and just a little pain), Alex slammed into the table and pitched forward. Her hands came out to keep her from toppling over but not before her hip smacked against the edge. "Coming!" She called over the music, limping her way over to turn the stereo before quickly gimping back to the door, grumbling at her own stupidity (as well as the frequency in which such things were happening to her) before flinging it open, eyes bright and a smile spread across her face. "Hey!"
Such a pretty boy, only nineteen
But now your twenty-three and it's all gone now
you ain't all that, you wanna be somehow
Maybe it was only a dream!
You just thought you could be anything that you wanted to be
Sadly, it all went wrong so
Never took a scene check
Never were a reject
Always lookin' perfect
Now you aren't so in step
The electropop music was thumping through the stereo speakers at a volume that would probably be considered rude for it coming from an apartment. It felt as though Alex had recently discovered some long dormant side of herself. She had her friend, Addie, to thank for it even if she didn't agree with the other young woman's methods. Alex was bouncing her way around the small apartment with carefree abandon. She'd grown so used to the layout of her home she was capable of dancing around the furniture as if it was some often practiced routine. She circled around the coffee table, did a little twirl at one corner before shimmying toward the couch. After leaping onto the couch and tromping over the cushions, she leapt off and hit the floor with her bright pink, clad feet and took a running start at the kitchen. The thick, soft, heavy socks slid easily across the tile floor just as there came a knock at the door.
Although it wasn't a hard, aggressive knock, Alex knew exactly who it was. The thought of her friend, Erin Hackett being at the door distracted the diminutive redhead sending her careening into the kitchen table. With a shout of mostly surprise (and just a little pain), Alex slammed into the table and pitched forward. Her hands came out to keep her from toppling over but not before her hip smacked against the edge. "Coming!" She called over the music, limping her way over to turn the stereo before quickly gimping back to the door, grumbling at her own stupidity (as well as the frequency in which such things were happening to her) before flinging it open, eyes bright and a smile spread across her face. "Hey!"