Post by HARLEQUIN STEPHANIE COHEN on Apr 15, 2010 15:29:42 GMT -5
and celebrate the irony
EVERYTHING IS GOING WRONG
but we're so happy
Sitting in the middle of the floor of her apartment, surrounded by a million and three different sheets of music notes, lyrics, rehearsal notes, school work and bills she had to pay; Harlequin Powers sighed and ran her slender fingers through her long, brown hair. "Well shit." she murmered in her Canadian accent as she picked up one of the bills and looked at it closely. She was currently trying to attempt an insurmountable task within the fire hazard that she now called her living room. Normally her apartment was a clean and tidy place, today was a whole different story, completely.
Shaking her head at the task she had set before her, the eighteen year old guitarist cursed herself silently and ploughed on with her work. She needed to get it all sorted before one (or all) of her friends turned up at her apartment and demanded a jamming session before wandering out into the big, bad world and turning into a night club or Bridget's. However; she wasn't too sure it would work; there was just too much and she knew that she needed some help, but didn't want to admit it. "Fuuuuuck." Harlequin almost yelled as she dropped the bill and picked up another pile.
"Maintenant, je donne des." the girl usually talked to herself when she was alone - who else was she supposed to talk to, eh? Sighing, she got up from the floor and walked across the carpet to her kitchen, papers still in her hands as she did so. Passing the picture of her late father, Harlequin stopped at the refrigerator and considered opening it. A few seconds passed and the papers were placed on the side while her slender hand slipped around the handle and pulled the door open, her other hand dove inside and pulled out a carton of apple juice and some chocolate.
No sooner had she poured herself a glass of the apple juice and broken off a piece of the chocolate, did a knock at her apartment door sound. Was she expecting a visitor? Harlequin racked her mind for an answer - no that she knew of. Shrugging, she took the apple juice and chocolate with her too the door and opened it for the person standing behind it. It was a surprise to see the person standing there, at her doorstep. A smile crossed her sleepy features as she opened her mouth to speak in an excited tone. "Hey, sweetie. Come on inside, would you like some apple juice?"
Actually, now that she thought about it a little more, she really did want one of her friends to come take her away from this mess of papers - a person to distract her from the work she needed to do just so that she could have a little fun, instead of being boring. Harlequin considered calling Bridget, then considered calling Arianna, but never actually got around to it; because this pile of papers was occupying her mind too much, plus she wasn't too sure as there where her cell phone was at the moment - probably somewhere under all the papers on the floor.
Then the arrival of a distraction in the form of a friend arrived at her door and Harlequin forgot all about the papers. She opened the door for her, offered some apple juice and was declined, how nice, but at least it was a distraction from the music she was supposed to be writing, right?
word count: 585 or something along those lines.
tagged: for anyone.
lyrics: let's dance to the joy division by the wombats.
outfit: here.
noteS: rawr i say, rawrr.
