Post by piper rae starr on Jul 15, 2012 15:24:16 GMT 8
New day, new town. Piper Rae Starr felt ready to take on the world, well sometimes at least. Today she was determined to not make a fool of herself and maybe make a friend or two. It was her worst fear to go somewhere where she knew no one and nothing about, yet it was exactly what she did when she moved. As much as she swore she would never do it, it was necessary for her sanity. The elite upper class of Savannah just couldn't work anymore.
Wearing a flowy lacy sundress, Her hair was held back partially with a braid woven into the side of her long deep red hair. Piper sat on the grass of the university lawn with a guitar on her lap. When was that guitar not in her lap or nearby? Oh right, never. She had carried it in it's worn leather case that she loved so much as she explored the campus that morning. Now her feet were tired from the walk and she still didn't know anything about where anything on that campus was. The only solution logical solution she could think of at that moment? Kicking off her strappy wedges and relaxing in the green grass. It was soft, and a tiny bit damp from the dew, but that was the refreshing part.
"One, two, three, four..." she counted in her mind as her fingers played across the guitar's fretboard. The nails were manicured with a sunny yellow frenchie, yet were kept on the short side. They grazed up and down the neck of her guitar, bending and pressing on the strings.
To Piper, music might as well be life. It was pretty much all she knew well, that and writing, but writing music was the best of both worlds. It's all she truly cared to do. Really what she always wanted to do was create music videos. That guitar might as well be part of her, an extra limb attached to her, no, not extra, necessary.
Bright green eyes fluttered shut for just a second, her back sliding back just a bit into the grass, when her sharp ears heard footsteps and the swishing of the grass.
Wearing a flowy lacy sundress, Her hair was held back partially with a braid woven into the side of her long deep red hair. Piper sat on the grass of the university lawn with a guitar on her lap. When was that guitar not in her lap or nearby? Oh right, never. She had carried it in it's worn leather case that she loved so much as she explored the campus that morning. Now her feet were tired from the walk and she still didn't know anything about where anything on that campus was. The only solution logical solution she could think of at that moment? Kicking off her strappy wedges and relaxing in the green grass. It was soft, and a tiny bit damp from the dew, but that was the refreshing part.
"One, two, three, four..." she counted in her mind as her fingers played across the guitar's fretboard. The nails were manicured with a sunny yellow frenchie, yet were kept on the short side. They grazed up and down the neck of her guitar, bending and pressing on the strings.
To Piper, music might as well be life. It was pretty much all she knew well, that and writing, but writing music was the best of both worlds. It's all she truly cared to do. Really what she always wanted to do was create music videos. That guitar might as well be part of her, an extra limb attached to her, no, not extra, necessary.
Bright green eyes fluttered shut for just a second, her back sliding back just a bit into the grass, when her sharp ears heard footsteps and the swishing of the grass.
