Post by DARCY MARIE KEHL on Oct 28, 2011 20:13:07 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/tvsvE.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px;] kill you up with my lyricals  WORDS 313 TAGGED OPEN NOTES -- Oh what the hell? Darcy cursed to herself as she spotted one of her many feathers from her cowboy hat fall off and make its way gracefully down to the ground. Hadn't she just hot-glued that? Tsk. She didn't want to waste the damn thing, so she put it in her pocket for safe keeping. Perhaps later she'll find the time to glue it back on. In the meantime, some rocking band was shocking the bass and finding ways to provoke the crowd. She couldn't make out who it was... she was at the very, very back of the concert ground. The people were only a few inches tall. She wondered who could be making such tremendous, awesome music. But even standing on her tippy-toes, she couldn't see who it was. Oh well. Darcy literally shrugged and tried to walk away from it... But the sound was too good. She found herself turning on her heel and jamming out to them, just like the other crowd members. Oh man, what if they went crowd surfing? That would truly make her day. Darcy had only gone crowd surfing once, and it was something else. It was a moment that she would never, ever forget. Oh how did she miss it. Speaking of missing it, wasn't she due for a gig later? Meh, later. As the band beckoned the crowd to make some noise, she belted a woo-hoo with all her might, until her throat was sore. Darcy doubted that they could hear her, but it was good to support other local bands and set an enthusiastic example to the other crowd members. She jumped, clapped, swayed and bounced to the music and she could tell that others were following her lead. call me verbal criminal |
TEMPLATE BY KHRISTIAN OF CAUTION 2.0, LYRICS BY GUNGOR[/center]
