Story

Hey. I've kind of started writing again. This is a product of this morning and im not sure when I wrote the first part.

FORWARD

I’ve been waiting a long time

For this moment to come

I’m destined

For anything at all

ALEXA

Her door had a massive Twilight poster stuck on it. On top of the poster were pictures of an American punk-rock band called Green Day. As I entered her room, it became apparent that Green Day was her favourite band. There was a gothic drawing of a person’s face stuck on the lower half of her door, along with a poster for The Runaways. All her walls were covered with posters of famous people and above her bed, a massive Green Day poster stared down at me. She had a multi-coloured book-shelf, full of books. On top of this shelf was a bed-side light and a CD player. Stacked between these were all her Green Day CDs with odd Queen and Coldplay CDs underneath. Above the shelf, there was another huge Twilight poster and other smaller Harry Potter ones. Amongst these were pictures of all the Green Day members, a bass guitar and across from this, a drawing of the same bass guitar. The words “Armageddon” and “Jägermeister” were also amongst these pictures. Directly across her room were 2 acoustic guitars; one more beat-up than the other, propped up against her desk. On the bed were 3 files full of guitar and bass notes. On this, lay 2 guitar picks; one green with the word TORTEX written on it, the other black with IBANEZ written on it. One of her files lay open on a song called Whatsername. I guessed she had been practising it before I came. Her desk was piled high with things. It looked as though she used it more for storage space than school work. On the floor lay various pairs of shoes, Regulation black school shoes, black Levi sneakers and cool red Converse sneakers. Above her window was a pair of blue hand prints on white paper with the words ‘Rage and Love’ written across the. In general, I think she lived for her music; whether it was listening to Green Day or playing her guitars.

TARA

She looked at herself in the mirror, focusing on her too-big shorts she knew she’d spend the day pulling up. She pulled her Harley-Davidson t-shirt over her wet hair and turned the volume up on her CD player. She could barely hear Whatsername over the torrential rain. The rain was a result of a cyclone that had blown across from Mauritius. There had been warnings for the past few days. As she towel dried her hair, she knew that her day would consist of listening to music, playing guitar and watching DVDs, Maybe even learning for her English test if she felt like it. No computer. No Facebook and Twitter unless accessed from her cellphone. She looked at her calendar, where the faces of Billie Joe Armstrong, Mike Dirnt and Tré Cool stared back at her and wondered what to do. She decided to practise a sog she was trying to learn. She had watched numerous videos of other people playing the song on YouTube. She just couldn’t seem to get the fingering. She guessed that if she just kept practising it would come to her.

She looked across at her stack of nine Green Day CDs as she French plaited her hair. She desperately wanted to go outside but the rain continued to pour. It was coming down so hard that the gutter outside her window was overflowing.