Complete: WrightmourHe sat on the bed, his head in his hands, crying. But he made no sound. The tears fell slowly down his soft, young cheeks and onto his black jean-clothed legs. He sat alone in his sadness, separate from the world.Thoughts whirled around inside his head as he slowly lay down on the mattress and looked tearfully out the window at the waving green tree painted in front of a bright sky. You love sunshine, his mind told him, but he couldn't feel the same emotion he usually felt. This crippling unhappiness kept him from feeling anything else.He closed his blue eyes as more tears slid out and dripped onto the soft comforter beneath him. He felt
*Special* Beach BoysThey walked tentatively through the front door, taking slow steps into the clean, cream-colored room with shag carpeting and peering around slightly nervously. Roger, who held the keys to the apartment, dropped them on a nearby table and strode into the middle of the floor, being the brave one to break away from the pack. Though there wasn't much to stand on, as the area was quite small and near cramped by fault of a long table, a couch almost in the center of the room, and the tiny kitchen area. But the place was cozy. And friendly."I suppose the large windows really get the 'vacation' atmosphere going," David commented, gesturing to a who
Gilmour Meets Palmer Revised: DavidxCarl"Hello.""Hi, nice to meet you!""Thanks, likewise!"I shook the hand of the smiling man as we greeted each other. He had long brown hair, a friendly smile, and eyes that looked like they were laughing. Always, always laughing. They were just happy.He was Carl Palmer, and he was friends with Roger, who had decided to introduce us. For what reason, I don't know.He smiled at me, and the three of us continued down the road. He was friendly enough. "So, Carl, how are things with your band?" I asked him. He looked at me and grinned before saying, "Oh, everything's alright. We're all doing ok. What about yours?" "Just finished an album
Disagreements: Nichard"Fatass!""Horse-face!""Pillow lips!""Broken-toothed git!"Roger and David hurled insults at each other to no end, as they stood about three feet away from each other in the middle of the room. At least, that's what I assumed they continued doing, since I then proceeded to leave the room. Their child-like bickering was just plain annoying sometimes. And their arguments were much too frequent.I could tell Rick felt the same way, as I found him waiting outside the door for them to finish. Rather, more on the door. I nearly tripped over him where he sat on the floor just beyond the lentil. He shielded his head from my flailing legs, then
Sneek a Peek: RogickAugust 12th, 1971First Pink Floyd Far East tourAustralia10:00 PM"THIS IS AN OUTRAGE."David slammed his book down on the backstage coffee table and stood up in a fury, his long chocolate brown hair whipping across his back as he turned his angry face. One of their roadies had just left the room in a hurry after relaying the rather... strange news of the night's attendance number, which was-"Five hundred people?!"Nick was still seated on the couch, eyes still wide in shock. "Did Peter really say...?" he stuttered as he froze, mid-pull on the gloves still on his hands. He was completely taken aback.But David was beyond himself.
Smexy t shirt c: I spazzed the moment I saw that.
...just wondered.
Look, I know this sounds really creepy, but why are you called Ozzie?? Just wondered? Isit like short for somethng??
Um yeah. Sorry.