[open] That Gentle Ocean Breeze
Oct 24, 2016 22:06:41 GMT
Post by Arielle Olsen on Oct 24, 2016 22:06:41 GMT
she's messy but she's kind
she's imperfect but she tries
[attr="class","arielleptpost"]Arielle stretches her arms out widely to the sides, leaning her chest out to let her back breathe with a satisfying pop. The waves lap gently at the sand of the beach,a safe distance from where the little red head sits on her towel. The sun is lazily shining above her, warming Arielle;s pale skin. What a beautiful day, she thinks to herself with a soft smile. Perfect for a day at the beach. She tosses her hair back and lies back onto the fluffy towel, Her blue eyes watch the clouds stroll across the sky. Everything is perfect and serene. The beach is somehow both lively and tranquil, with children laughing and splashing in the salty blue waves and a friendly game of beach volleyball going on in the near distance.
Her mind wanders along the sandy shore. Arielle hasn't made any progress all week on her album. Not even a single note. The aspiring songstress has practically locked herself in her apartment with her piano and a pile of blank sheet music but nothing has been going her way. Every tune sounds bland and mechanic. Nothing feels right. Honestly, the album itself hasn't been going well in the first place. No matter how hard Arielle tries to create a tune, a melody, a line of lyrics, none of it sounds sincere. She knows her problem -- she's singing of love with no love experience. Her lips form a small pout as Arielle digs through her little orange bag. Sunglasses. She needs sunglasses. The sun is in her eyes. Her mind refuses to be fooled. Despite being a pretty and relatively interesting girl, Arielle has really struck out on the love end of things. She's had a few relationships here and there, but nothing ever seems to work in her favor. The flame never lasts long. It's like she's the ocean waves - she puts out any chance of a relationship that's come near.
But writing songs about other things seemed too risky. How many people are going to relate to their mother being dead? And she didn't want her stubborn nature to get ahold of her music either. She wasn't really much of a rebel when it came to her music. It needed to be soft and gentle and sincere - like the breeze over the beach in the summer time.
The girl lets out a triumphant hmmph as she pulls out her sunglasses. She rests them in her hair and bites her lip as she heaves out her small tablet, pulling open her piano app. Surely the beautiful surroundings of the beach could bring some inspiration. Plus, it was her first time at the beach. Arielle hadn't been able to bring herself this close to water in years. Today was so sunny and nice that she had made an exception. Maybe the sun shine could bring something to her music. Something bubbly and happy. That'd be a great way to start off her album, she thinks to herself, tapping out a few chords indecisively. A bubble gum, dancing in the sun, bikinis and fruity drinks, summer fun kind of song, There didn't need to be much meaning or deep dark past - just a smile and a catchy chorus. With this new surge of energy, she starts some pep-filled bouncy chords, stringing together a few simplistic ones to test out and scribbling notes onto the sheet music application that she's pulled to the side of the keys.
Her mind wanders along the sandy shore. Arielle hasn't made any progress all week on her album. Not even a single note. The aspiring songstress has practically locked herself in her apartment with her piano and a pile of blank sheet music but nothing has been going her way. Every tune sounds bland and mechanic. Nothing feels right. Honestly, the album itself hasn't been going well in the first place. No matter how hard Arielle tries to create a tune, a melody, a line of lyrics, none of it sounds sincere. She knows her problem -- she's singing of love with no love experience. Her lips form a small pout as Arielle digs through her little orange bag. Sunglasses. She needs sunglasses. The sun is in her eyes. Her mind refuses to be fooled. Despite being a pretty and relatively interesting girl, Arielle has really struck out on the love end of things. She's had a few relationships here and there, but nothing ever seems to work in her favor. The flame never lasts long. It's like she's the ocean waves - she puts out any chance of a relationship that's come near.
But writing songs about other things seemed too risky. How many people are going to relate to their mother being dead? And she didn't want her stubborn nature to get ahold of her music either. She wasn't really much of a rebel when it came to her music. It needed to be soft and gentle and sincere - like the breeze over the beach in the summer time.
The girl lets out a triumphant hmmph as she pulls out her sunglasses. She rests them in her hair and bites her lip as she heaves out her small tablet, pulling open her piano app. Surely the beautiful surroundings of the beach could bring some inspiration. Plus, it was her first time at the beach. Arielle hadn't been able to bring herself this close to water in years. Today was so sunny and nice that she had made an exception. Maybe the sun shine could bring something to her music. Something bubbly and happy. That'd be a great way to start off her album, she thinks to herself, tapping out a few chords indecisively. A bubble gum, dancing in the sun, bikinis and fruity drinks, summer fun kind of song, There didn't need to be much meaning or deep dark past - just a smile and a catchy chorus. With this new surge of energy, she starts some pep-filled bouncy chords, stringing together a few simplistic ones to test out and scribbling notes onto the sheet music application that she's pulled to the side of the keys.
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notes: any sort of interruption, perhaps?
