Post by becca on Mar 2, 2013 1:04:59 GMT
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feel your heart skip a beat
you know you held me with your beautiful eyes. we're just a falling star. we're just a broken seam. i'll haunt your dreams. i don't know what we are or what this means so listen when you feel your heart skip a beat. you lost me here without a goodbye you never even tried
Even when she had been alive, she hadn’t found herself around this place very much. Not because she didn’t like anything that had to do with performing. On the contrary, she loved it. It was different than what her band played, but someone having their own rhythm of life was nothing to frown about. These people around her were doing their best to keep happy and explore the talents they might have had. Happy times. The problem was, Becca didn’t have the attention span to go through an entire play or see an entire song being played. The only time there was the miracle that she did focus was when she was playing. She was always playing something different though. It was her playing instead of her watching. There was a difference. A large enough difference that showed the difference between her finding something else and her staying up on stage and finishing it. Plus, each concert was different. A little mix of the same loyal fans and those that had spotted them the first time.
Except she couldn’t do that anymore, could she? Becca couldn’t hold an instrument long enough before she became invisible. The last thing she wanted was her baby (her bass) to be dropped because suddenly she switched. The first time she was solid, she hadn’t even known it. She just noticed it when she ran into someone. Becca had been overly excited, but it hadn’t lasted long, and she had been exhausted. So tired she didn’t want to walk. So she lay down invisible on the street for a while before having the strength to get up. Probably the longest thing she had been forced to do besides sleep. Becca didn’t know what she could do to help herself either. It wasn’t as if there was a switch on her back to make sure she was solid or not. Trust me- she looked. She also wasn’t able to get visible in front of Crawford, which was the person she wanted to talk to the most. Yet, she couldn’t really talk to anyone she wanted to talk to. It was like this horrible death trap she placed herself in.
Right now she was solid. Becca always tried to feel how she really felt. The difference between being solid and being invisible had to start somewhere. It had to feel different somehow. There was a way that Fletcher did it when he was around and alive. Or uh- a ghost. Not moved on after she missed him type of thing. The problem with this theory was that Becca was inclined to pay attention to too many things on her. What she was feeling and such took too much concentration on her part. All of this around her was just so distracting. She came here invisible and of course now was the time she became solid to everyone. It was a time where she could look around and easily find something else to look at. Especially people. Oh Becca loved people. It was hard not to when someone had the type of personality that Becca did. Her eyes just gazed and glanced around at everyone. They all looked at her, some of them not caring, some unpleasant, and others friendly but not quite sure what to do about a spazztic pink haired girl.
It was said that most of the people there were mermaids performing some sort of siren song. Becca liked to go around and guess. If she felt some sort of luring in, she guessed, and then looked around to see if there was anyone that seemed immune. Those that were immune had to be mermaids or mermen. Becca in the past had really been interested in the other species, asking all sorts of questions that no one else but her would think about. Too bad she didn’t ask more ghosts the obvious questions. Maybe she wouldn’t have been stuck in the problems she had now. Becca walked by someone with a guitar and who was singing her heart out. She did feel a little lure, but it seemed that the mermaid wasn’t singing to Becca. There was some guy walking behind Becca whose attention was caught. That wasn’t the important part of her adventuring. The important part was looking to see other people.
Some stopped to listen. Some glanced their heads that way, slowed down, but kept going to see there was nothing really else to see. The guy the mermaid was singing was hypnotized. There was only really one person that didn’t seem to be bothered by it. That was her target. Becca spent most of her days trying to be her old self and run around doing things she had before. This was the perfect opportunity. When she spotted this person, she was also interested. Becca adored things that were different. It was like the big bright pink in the cloud of black and white. It was interesting and it was exciting and new. A shiny new object to play with. With that being said, Becca ran toward them and stepped in front of them, titling her head curiously, ”Helllooo, are you a mermaid?” She asked. Becca was never the one to beat around the bush and find out a clever way. If anything, the person would look at her as if she were crazy and be on their way. But Becca wasn’t going to regret what she did. It didn’t matter anymore. She wasn’t going to do it.
Tagged: Cuppy/Nikki; .Notes: She's quite spazzy o.o
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