Who: Nate and Open Where: Near a string of stores What: Nate ponders and sings When: This afternoon Warnings/Rating: TBD Status Ongoing
Nate sat on the wall, watching people go by, guitar case to one side, and playing his guitar aimlessly, just strumming a few notes. He hummed along as he played, trying to not think about anything right now.
Life was sort of weird and depressing and not really under control right now. Which meant, in the end, that he just needed to breathe and get away from everything. So he was out, playing, and sitting, and hoping inspiration would strike.
Of course when it did, like everything else in his life, it was weird.
Music came alive and he sighed as he lifted his voice, and the guitar found familiar chords...
"On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim I had to stop for the night There she stood in the doorway; I heard the mission bell And I was thinking to myself, "This could be Heaven or this could be Hell" Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way There were voices down the corridor, I thought I heard them say..."
As the song went along, he played harder, and faster, his hands moving to the tune and his voice rising. He liked the song, but it definitely was pointed at his life right now.
"Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes bends She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys she calls friends How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat. Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
So I called up the Captain, 'Please bring me my wine' He said, 'We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine' And still those voices are calling from far away, Wake you up in the middle of the night Just to hear them say...
Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place) Such a lovely face They livin' it up at the Hotel California What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise) Bring your alibis
Mirrors on the ceiling, The pink champagne on ice And she said 'We are all just prisoners here, of our own device' And in the master's chambers, They gathered for the feast They stab it with their steely knives, But they just can't kill the beast
Last thing I remember, I was Running for the door I had to find the passage back To the place I was before 'Relax, ' said the night man, 'We are programmed to receive. You can check-out any time you like, But you can never leave!'
Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place) Such a lovely face Plenty of room at the Hotel California Any time of year (Any time of year) You can find it here..."
And the music faded, and Nate sighed again, feeling tired.