glenda lange fucking dares you (notsosplendid) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2014-03-11 18:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-10-04, glenda, julian |
i'm fine and dandy with the me inside
WHO | Julian and Glenda
WHERE | Starbucks
WHEN | Afternoon
The smell of coffee was harsh in the shop and Glenda found that she actually liked the scent. She could do without the sweet smell of muffins and baked goods floating around on the air. It was easy to ignore though when she brought her cup of straight black coffee up to her lips. No sugar, no cream, with just a little cinnamon added to give it a little something different. She sat the cup back down on her small, round table and turned her attention back to the guitar that was resting on her left leg. There was an open spiral bound notebook on the table, the lines filled with her chicken scratch that only she seemed able to read. Mentally she began to count the beats of the song, tapping the chewed pencil along as she counted. Once she was sure she had her notes memorized, she shoved the pencil into her hair and began to strum lightly.
The chords came out soft in the shop, but as she grew more comfortable with the music, she allowed it to grow louder and her right boot took on tapping out the beats like a metronome. By the time she got to the chorus, she'd started singing. "I'ma do the things I wanna do, I ain't got a thing to prove to you..." The lyrics were perfect and the melody was catchy and would be perfect to belt out at the band's next gig. She finished her chorus and couldn't stop the satisfied smile that curled her lips. Finding music for the band was something she relished even though her time could have been better spent actually writing songs. She had a notebook back home full of original beginnings, but not a single one of them was actually finished. She didn't dwell on whether or not she was actually going to finish them anytime soon.
Most of the customers in the shop had watched her little display, especially when she got louder, but Glenda didn't care. Let them watch was a personal mantra of hers and if she was disrupting someone's day? Then, she was clearly doing something right. At any rate, she'd rather be here in the coffee shop being loud and unruly than being back home with her sister. She'd promised Toby that she would talk to Belinda -- and she would -- she just never said when. She had just moved to start strumming the guitar strings again when she realized that not only was someone staring, but they were standing pretty close to her.
"Groupie auditions are next Thursday," she said without looking up from her guitar.