Lucid Waking

Archive for May 26th, 2010

Creeped

More practice drawing.

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That Easy (Epilogue)

        A month later, the phone was ringing off the hook. Samson had even hired an agent in desperation; work, gigs, and fame were starting to push his blood pressure and it was easier to say yes than make educated decisions. Music became more than his life; it entered his lungs and his blood stream. He wanted to explore and discover, change his routine and even though he was widely accepted for any and all changes he wanted to live on the edge and unconditional love gave him none of that excitement that he wanted that came from risk. Performance highs became passé and then non existent.
            One night, he found himself—by choice—staring at the ceiling above his bed. In the dim light from his cell phone charging on the bed-side table, he could see patterns from the texture of the dry wall under the paint. The patterns became faces screaming with joy, some smiling, others nose-less or mouth-less, still others looking more like rabbits or rabid beasts. He massaged his naked hands and thought about the crowds. He knew why the previous owner had sold the gloves. He knew why a desire for fame and fortune usually led to the Devil; why it was a vice; why one should be careful what one wished for. But despite learning a lesson, being tired, being sick, he had a stronger desire to win. Against what or whom, he didn’t know and didn’t want to figure out, but through thick and thin he was going to stick with music unless it killed him. Maybe he was getting tired, but there was so much more to do and without worrying about talent or mistake, so many opportunities to do them.
        With that small, meager thought germinating among doubt, he went to sleep and woke up the next morning with unparalleled determination. A new record in the works and he felt invincible. Maybe vanity was a sin because people didn’t stop to look for the silver lining.

Comments on post 385: I thought that the previous post could use a bit of an explanation. I know that it was not written in the same style as the previous section of story, but I was more concerned with writing than matching style. More at a later date. I am trying something new alternating between writing practice and drawing practice, so I probably won’t have something up every day, although I’m still debating whether or not to post the sketches. Thoughts on anything would be appreciated as long as they’re polite.