[ New semester, new schedule to get used to. Clean slate in a way. No boyfriend now, just one more year and she would be heading to the Big City itself. Yet one thing never changed: she always enjoyed meeting up with her friends on the grass, sitting in a circle to either study, eat, or just talk shit about their new syllabuses.
But this time, she keeps hearing someone... singing? Or trying to.
Eventually, it gets to be too much and while her friends are content to snicker about it, Karen has always been the firey one in the group to go speak her mind. So up she gets and off she goes. Her friends try to call her back but she strides right over to the guy under the tree, strumming his guitar, playing the part of a hipster pretty damn well. She crosses her arms when she gets in front of him, clearing her throat before he can start singing again. ]
What's it going to take to make you stop torturing that guitar?
in another life | for endlesswar
But this time, she keeps hearing someone... singing? Or trying to.
Eventually, it gets to be too much and while her friends are content to snicker about it, Karen has always been the firey one in the group to go speak her mind. So up she gets and off she goes. Her friends try to call her back but she strides right over to the guy under the tree, strumming his guitar, playing the part of a hipster pretty damn well. She crosses her arms when she gets in front of him, clearing her throat before he can start singing again. ]
What's it going to take to make you stop torturing that guitar?