Post by orinocoflow on Sept 2, 2010 17:13:50 GMT -5
well, what do you know? i had time to spare last night, so wrote a story.
here is the first part.
hope you like it!
Dodging to the left, Paul slipped out of a pair of hands wanting to grab his arm to hold him in for a picture and maybe an autograph. A step forward, two back, two to the left, and then a quick four to the right and a sharp sprint forward.
Safe.
Paul let out the breath he was holding, and smoothed his shirt.
“I thought we’d lost you there, mate,” came Ryan’s drawl as he clapped Paul on the shoulder and led him deeper into the sanctuary of the bus.
Leaning on the wall of the bus, he looked out to where a mob of fans was walking away, dejected that they had not caught a photo with any of the lads, but happy that they had gotten to meet at least one of them closer than from the audience. Shaking his head, he collapsed on his bunk, wondering what the next tour location would bring. Around him, the others were doing the same.
Paul woke up around seven the next morning, and since they were at their next town, he walked out for a morning stroll. The weather was beautiful: a bright sun high in the sky even at this hour, warm yet not too hot; a crisp, fresh breeze; a few wispy clouds floating around.
Too bad the others are still asleep to miss this place, he thought, but then, Good thing they’re not—I could use some time alone.
After a long time, Paul finally sat on a bench beside a small, quiet pond. He sat there, thinking back to what his life had been like before he had become as famous as he was now, as he had been for years. High school had had both its ups and downs, both to the extremes of each. Even so, asides from his childhood, he could not remember a time he had felt that…free.
“If only I could be in high school again,” he murmured softly, staring into the transparent pool. As a leaf fell into it, it cast ripples on the smooth surface, and Paul suddenly remembered a pond almost exactly like this one that had been on the campus he was at. Blinking, he laughed to himself, amazed that he would be thinking about that at this place. Coincidence, pure coincidence, he told himself, standing up. Even so, a slight chill ran up his spine. Shivering even in the warm sunlight, he briskly strode back to the bus.
watcha think?
here is the first part.
hope you like it!
Dodging to the left, Paul slipped out of a pair of hands wanting to grab his arm to hold him in for a picture and maybe an autograph. A step forward, two back, two to the left, and then a quick four to the right and a sharp sprint forward.
Safe.
Paul let out the breath he was holding, and smoothed his shirt.
“I thought we’d lost you there, mate,” came Ryan’s drawl as he clapped Paul on the shoulder and led him deeper into the sanctuary of the bus.
Leaning on the wall of the bus, he looked out to where a mob of fans was walking away, dejected that they had not caught a photo with any of the lads, but happy that they had gotten to meet at least one of them closer than from the audience. Shaking his head, he collapsed on his bunk, wondering what the next tour location would bring. Around him, the others were doing the same.
* * *
Paul woke up around seven the next morning, and since they were at their next town, he walked out for a morning stroll. The weather was beautiful: a bright sun high in the sky even at this hour, warm yet not too hot; a crisp, fresh breeze; a few wispy clouds floating around.
Too bad the others are still asleep to miss this place, he thought, but then, Good thing they’re not—I could use some time alone.
After a long time, Paul finally sat on a bench beside a small, quiet pond. He sat there, thinking back to what his life had been like before he had become as famous as he was now, as he had been for years. High school had had both its ups and downs, both to the extremes of each. Even so, asides from his childhood, he could not remember a time he had felt that…free.
“If only I could be in high school again,” he murmured softly, staring into the transparent pool. As a leaf fell into it, it cast ripples on the smooth surface, and Paul suddenly remembered a pond almost exactly like this one that had been on the campus he was at. Blinking, he laughed to himself, amazed that he would be thinking about that at this place. Coincidence, pure coincidence, he told himself, standing up. Even so, a slight chill ran up his spine. Shivering even in the warm sunlight, he briskly strode back to the bus.
* * *
watcha think?