you can only blame your problems on the world

[ryan boyd camp]

Ryan was pretty much in his own world at when he was concentrating on his music.He really got into it when he was either writing or performing music.He loved everything about it.Music was pretty much a get away from his life.He wrote songs about his life and pretty much all his songs were like a journal entry.When something major,or if he had a dream,or met a new person he would write about it but he would do it in his own way.But pretty much today he was the happiest guy on the face of the earth,he finally had Emily as his girlfriend.And too him he just felt great these past few days because welll of course Emily pretty much just summed up everything.So ya he couldn't think of any other reason.

So Ryan thought to make his day better he would go to the music room with his guitar.Well it pretty much wasn't surprise that he had his guitar because he brought it everywhere with him.He walked down the hall until he finally hit the door which read Music room.He smiled and opened the door,he looked left and right and no one was there.That was strange to him because usually a lot of people were in there.So it was pretty awsome for him to actually work on his music by himself.He walked in the middle of the room and placed his case to the ground.His brown eyes skanned the room until his eyes set on a stool.He walked over to it and picked it up and placed it in the middle.He looked around again and sigh.He knew the microphone stand was somewhere,he looked around and moved to his left and picked up the stand making sure he wouldn't trip over the cord.He placed the stand infront of the stool.He bend down and opened his case and pulled out his guitar.He sat on the stool and started strumming his guitar.

"Sometimes I wanna quit this song and become an accountant now
But I'm no good at math and besides the dollar is down
Plant palm trees on Lake Michigan before it gets cold
I gotta feel the wind chill again before I get old

I wanna scream I love you from the top of my lungs
But I'm afraid that someone else will hear me
You can only blame your problems on my world for so long
Before it all becomes the same old song
As soon as we hit the hospital, I know we're gonna leave this town
And get new passports and get get get get get out now.."

He started singing Fall Out Boy's song The (shipped) Gold Standard.And it was probably a song that meaned a lot to him at this moment.

"All the yes men said no comment
My mouth got going wrong way and all the calls started to roll in
The time my dad caught me a horse shoe crab
And I asked him if throwing it back into the sea would bring our luck back.."

Tagged: phoenix asher
Words:545
Notes:Sorry If it sucks

[phoenix asher]

"SHAZZAAM!" The loud voice of Phoenix Asher rang through the confines of the detention room. He was perched on the window sill, trying to look out of the window which was currently blocked by something rather large and rather ugly. "Ack! Why dun you go away and lemme see out of the window?!" He asked the rather large and rather ugly thing, which turned around to face him and just pushed him off the window sill instead of saying a word. "Awh, boo to you." The seventeen year old male complained, rubbing his elbow and picking up his five foot eleven frame from the floor with great difficulty. "Next time, it's my turn." the male pouted and shuffled back over to the desk that he'd been placed at just under an hour ago. It was lunch the lunch break; or had been the lunch break, and currently the musician had spent the majority of it in the dentention room because of something or another. At first he'd thought that it had something to do with the fact that he'd skipped class today, then he caught wind of what it was and had complained loudly (to anyone that would listen) about being falsely accused for it.

"AHHHTHEBEEEELLLLLL. THE BELL!" Phoenix yelled as the bell to indicate that end of the lunch break went off.. rather loudly. There was a ringing in his ears as the teacher waved him out of the classroom; which he stumbled out of and tried not to get crushed between the millions of students out in the halls. Okay, so maybe millions was a bit of an exaggeration, but what did he care? He couldn't hear properly at the moment. Sticking his finger in his ear and rubbing harshly at it, Phoenix stumbled down the halls for several long moments; greatful when the crowds dispered and he had a clear view of where he was going, instead of looking at many chests and being whacked in the side with books and folders and whatever else. "Hrm, class or no class, that is the question." The boy mumbled, walking down the hallway, stopping at his locker and opening it to see if he actually did have class this period. Well, it didn't look like he did. Great.

Phoenix slammed his locker shut with a grin and jumped up to remove his guitar off of the top of the locker, slinging the strap around his neck and letting it hang on his back. Humming a little tune to himself, the seventeen year old male made his way to the music room, stopping at the door when he heard the sound of a male voice already in there. Tilting his head to one side, Phoenix peeked through the little window and furrowed his brow at the sight before him. Damn, he thought he was going to have the music room to himself. Eh, nevermind though; he would share, if the other guy was willing to share too. Running his fingers through his hair, Phoenix pushed open the door as quietly as he could and shut it behind him, just as quietly too. Creeping over to the stool, the junior misjudged where he was stepping and crashed straight into the drumk kit. He went head over heels over the big blue thing and rolled across the floor, coming to stop at the other male, with a cymbal attached to his foot. "Heh, so sorry about that." Phoenix laughed, sheepishly.

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tagged: ryann
notes: d'aw, it's okay.. what an entrance, eh? xD[/size][/ul]

[ryan boyd camp]

Ryan was finishing up the song.He didn't even notice that someone walked in.He just started strumming his guitar and keeping his gaze on it.He pretty much was lost in the own sound of his guitar.He just loved the sound of guitar because it pretty much could block out everything around him.He remembered when his mom got him his first guitar.Ryan was maybe around thirteen and Ryan just fell in love with it.He started teaching himself how to play,he would look online figuring out how to play it.He had to admit pretty much the first few months he got he sucked very badly at it.But then when he had the guitar for maybe around a year,he started memorizing songs and started playing a lot better.That was also when he started writing songs.He thought that he had no talent in his life but he slowly found out that he wanted music to be part of his life.He knew sports were never his thing because in middle school he got picked last for teams in gym class.He wasn't like he cared because he failed gym pretty much so he didn't give a damn about it.

He always remembered his freshmen year he was the dork of the school.The glasses,the braces and was the shortest.He remember he hated it and he hated the fact that he could never even cetch a girls eye because well they were all taller than him and he just was a small scrawny guy.Until maybe around sophmore year he finally hit puburity.He would always get a bit pissed when his mom would say that he looked like his dad in high school because Ryan knew his mom hated the fact that she even brought up the fact of his dad and Ryan didn't want to turn into a drunk when he got older so he never really drink a lot.

Ryan pretty much almost dropped his guitar when he heard the sound of drums hit the floor and a body land on the ground with a thud.His eyes looked everywhere until they looked at the guy on the ground.He couldn't help but laugh a bit because he knew if he tried jumping over a drumset that he would pretty much do a major wipe out.But the first thought that came into his head was if the guy was alright.He smiled when the guy said he was alright. "Wow,that was like an amazing entrance." He said with a laugh,and he placed his guitar across his lap as he looked at the guy with a smile on his face.



tagged:phoenix
word count: 479
Notes:DONE!sorry if it took long!