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Just as you were putting away the contents of the last moving box, you sat down on your bed and realised that you had your own house! Free to do what you pleased, no more mother telling you to go to bed or anything! Changing into more comfortable clothes, you picked up your old guitar and began to play one of your favourite songs to celebrate: "Here, There, Everywhere" by The Beatles. As your fingers skilfully slid across the fretboard you stared at your old Beatle posters, wondering what they would be up to by now. Probably at a party, being Beatle-like. People were normally surprised that a girl can play guitar. Always either amazed or intimidated. Both were getting old. In perfect time with the final note of your favourite melody a yawn filled your lungs lazily and you put your guitar back before curling up under the blankets.
The morning was very quiet. Sun dimly shone in through he grey curtains of the large window in your bedroom, still showing specks of hovering dust in the airless atmosphere. You swivelled your legs down to the smooth wooden floor as you grabbed at the ceiling strenuously while you sat on your bed. Open the curtains, clean your teeth, go downstairs, make some- ah.
You appear to be breadless.
Throwing on a coat and some short boots, you impulsively walked out of the door grabbing your keys out of your pocket. You should of locked the door last night but your mature habits were yet to come and a more important matter was at steak: bread. As you walked down the small path that lead to your house you noticed a large, expensive ford galaxie 500 turquoise convertible slanted on the pavement had appeared. You neighbors must be impossibly rich, why would they live here? Standing in the corner shop, your mind began to play with the thought of who might be your new neighbor.
"Let's see." You thought to yourself. "Who would buy a car like that? Elton John?No.Not Flamboyant enough. Freddie Mercury? No. Not sexy enough. David Bowie? Getting warmer. I bet that's a total Elvis car." You chuckled to yourself as you grabbed the whole wheat bread.
As you Just as you were putting away the contents of the last moving box, you sat down on your bed and realised that you had your own house! Free to do what you pleased, no more mother telling you to go to bed or anything! Changing into more comfortable clothes, you picked up your old guitar and began to play one of your favourite songs to celebrate: "Here, There, Everywhere" by The Beatles. As your fingers skilfully slid across the fretboard you stared at your old Beatle posters, wondering what they would be up to by now. Probably at a party, being Beatle-like. People were normally surprised that a girl can play guitar. Always either amazed or intimidated. Both were getting old. In perfect time with the final note of your favourite melody a yawn filled your lungs lazily and you put your guitar back before curling up under the blankets.
The morning was very quiet. Sun dimly shone in through he grey curtains of the large window in your bedroom, still showing specks of hovering dust in the airless atmosphere. You swivelled your legs down to the smooth wooden floor as you grabbed at the ceiling strenuously while you sat on your bed. Open the curtains, clean your teeth, go downstairs, make some- ah.
You appear to be breadless.
Throwing on a coat and some short boots, you impulsively walked out of the door grabbing your keys out of your pocket. You should of locked the door last night but your mature habits were yet to come and a more important matter was at steak: bread. As you walked down the small path that lead to your house you noticed a large, expensive ford galaxie 500 turquoise convertible slanted on the pavement had appeared. You neighbors must be impossibly rich, why would they live here?Standing in the corner shop, your mind began to play with the thought of who might be your new neighbor.
"Let's see." You thought to yourself. "Who would buy a car like that? Elton John?No.Not Flamboyant enough. Freddie Mercury? No. Not sexy enough. David Bowie? Getting warmer. I bet that's a total Elvis car." You chuckled to yourself as you grabbed the whole wheat bread
The day was longer than what you expected.
Your mother came over, of course bearing gifts and droning on about living well in a new home etc. You had to go into town again to fetch some more food than bread and marmite and you wanted to have a wander around your new life. There really wasn't much there, a few charity shops and one guitar shop but that was about it. So, to treat yourself for future independence you bought yourself a new acoustic and she was beauteous. Made out of a fiery mahogany and copper strings, you immediately tuned her back up again and started to practise when you got back home to your room. You always played confidently, with considerate volume but you rarely sung. Playing many songs by The Beatles and Elvis "Heartbreak Hotel" and "Till there was you" echoed throughout your house with perfection, "Taxman" and "I feel fine" devoured your consciousness and it was like you were possessed. A puppet on a string. You felt the need to play one final song before visiting dreamland. "For no one" by The Beatles. Unlike the rest, you sang. You didn't really notice it, harmonious, quiet, soulfull music gently humming from your throat before falling asleep.