Post by zachary on Oct 29, 2006 20:52:33 GMT -6
Of course, being a Valk had it's up-sides. For example, being able to buy a really expensive musical instrument, but then realizing that you didn't really need it. There goes your weekly allowance (Oops.) But, of course, knowing Zachary, that's something he would never, ever do, wrong. That's exactly what Zachary Poor did.
Part way home from the music store, he had realized what a foolish mistake it was, after all, the keyboard was a beautiful piece of electronic art. But, how on Earth could it beat the original Baby Grand Piano that rested in his living room? He didn't have the slightest clue.
To think, he only went in there to get a book of sheet music for one of his favorite bands, The Classic Crime, and comes out carrying not only the leaflet of music, but also another musical instrument. Dear lordy, he had issues with keyboards and music.
So, there he was, stuck on a busy street, carrying a rather heavy object in a leather case, and the stand in the other hand. Sighing he sat down on a bench. "What the hell have you done Zachary?" he groaned, he had been intelligent enough to request the box be removed, so he could carry it home easier. The sales manager warned him that he wouldn't be able to return it afterwords, but did Zachary listen? Oh no. Another impulse buy, and soon it will result in another phone call, begging for money.
Then, inspiration struck, of course, the keyboard could be his ticket out of this mess! How? Street preforming! He quickly pulled the manual to the machine out of his back pocket and read it over, then began to set up the device. Luckily, the manager was nice enough to throw in a cable for free, maybe it was because he pitied Zac for his stupidity. But, either way, he plugged it in, and then jammed the other end in the outlet by the wall.
Zachary Poor, sometimes head strong, and an impulse buyer, but at the same time lucky. How did those two things go together so well? Who knows. Returning to the keyboard, he ran his hands up the ivory keys, sending octaves of music in the near by area. A smile crossed his face as he took off his black base ball cap and set it in front of the machine.
After quickly reviewing the manual, and catching some rather weird looks from people, he keyed in a few numbers, and pushed a random key. The lowest C of an air guitar played, then once more he keyed in a few numbers on the numeral panel, once more he pushed the note, and the familiar sound once more blared out of the speakers, then he pushed the last note on the keyboard, revealing the lowest note of a base guitar. Oh, this would be fun. Two instruments that he could never play before where now programmed into his newest 'toy'. Of course, the sounds weren't as good as the true instruments, but, he could manage with what he was given.
Finally, he pulled out the second item he bought, and quickly flipped threw the pages, finding the music entitled 'Say the Word'. He keyed the first few notes, remembering the song from the radio, and the CD that rested inside it's case at home. After a few minutes of composing his thoughts, he began to play. Right away he was regretting not having the abilities to have four hands, that way, he could play the drums, and the second guitar that was featured in the band, but, since he had two, he had to make due.
After the introduction to the song, which featured the air guitar much more, he began to sing. At first, his voice was weak, and wavery, but eventually gained strength and seemed to call out to people to almost stop to listen, to the nearly spell binding, smooth, tenor voice that propelled it's self out of Zachary's mouth.
"I had months to write a song
That captured who you are
But I fear I have done you wrong
Because I've failed you so far
The chord that struck, an angel fell
The sky went dark and it all comes down
The choices made, the lies forgotten
Oh, well
This is the way that I know
This is the way that I know
I would give everything for some hope
Are you different, could I be different too?
Nobody knows you, nobody knows you like I do
There's a song outside my window
And it plays to your tune
And there's a life inside this pencil
And it lives for what is true
Cause I am lost for words, the cost for her
Was way to much to bear
You're not perfect, but I don't care
This is the way that I know
This is the way that I know
I would give everything for some hope
Are you different, could I be different too?
Nobody knows you, nobody knows you like I do
Are you different, could I be different too?
Nobody knows you, nobody knows you like I do
Say the word, say the word
Are you different, could I be different too?
Nobody knows you, nobody knows you like I do
Yeah, woah
Are you different, could I be different too?
Nobody knows you, nobody knows you like I do
Are you different, could I be different too?
Nobody knows you, nobody knows you like I do*."
By the time he had ended the song, his eyes were closed, a tendency of his. Once the final note died off, he took a deep breath and then slowly opened his eyes, only to wince slightly by the bright light. He looked down at his hat and smiled at the few dollar bills and coins. Quickly, he scooted it back under the keyboard, and pocketed the spare change and just began to play normal music, with no singing attached.
(Written by the Classic Crime, record lable: Tooth and Nail)
Part way home from the music store, he had realized what a foolish mistake it was, after all, the keyboard was a beautiful piece of electronic art. But, how on Earth could it beat the original Baby Grand Piano that rested in his living room? He didn't have the slightest clue.
To think, he only went in there to get a book of sheet music for one of his favorite bands, The Classic Crime, and comes out carrying not only the leaflet of music, but also another musical instrument. Dear lordy, he had issues with keyboards and music.
So, there he was, stuck on a busy street, carrying a rather heavy object in a leather case, and the stand in the other hand. Sighing he sat down on a bench. "What the hell have you done Zachary?" he groaned, he had been intelligent enough to request the box be removed, so he could carry it home easier. The sales manager warned him that he wouldn't be able to return it afterwords, but did Zachary listen? Oh no. Another impulse buy, and soon it will result in another phone call, begging for money.
Then, inspiration struck, of course, the keyboard could be his ticket out of this mess! How? Street preforming! He quickly pulled the manual to the machine out of his back pocket and read it over, then began to set up the device. Luckily, the manager was nice enough to throw in a cable for free, maybe it was because he pitied Zac for his stupidity. But, either way, he plugged it in, and then jammed the other end in the outlet by the wall.
Zachary Poor, sometimes head strong, and an impulse buyer, but at the same time lucky. How did those two things go together so well? Who knows. Returning to the keyboard, he ran his hands up the ivory keys, sending octaves of music in the near by area. A smile crossed his face as he took off his black base ball cap and set it in front of the machine.
After quickly reviewing the manual, and catching some rather weird looks from people, he keyed in a few numbers, and pushed a random key. The lowest C of an air guitar played, then once more he keyed in a few numbers on the numeral panel, once more he pushed the note, and the familiar sound once more blared out of the speakers, then he pushed the last note on the keyboard, revealing the lowest note of a base guitar. Oh, this would be fun. Two instruments that he could never play before where now programmed into his newest 'toy'. Of course, the sounds weren't as good as the true instruments, but, he could manage with what he was given.
Finally, he pulled out the second item he bought, and quickly flipped threw the pages, finding the music entitled 'Say the Word'. He keyed the first few notes, remembering the song from the radio, and the CD that rested inside it's case at home. After a few minutes of composing his thoughts, he began to play. Right away he was regretting not having the abilities to have four hands, that way, he could play the drums, and the second guitar that was featured in the band, but, since he had two, he had to make due.
After the introduction to the song, which featured the air guitar much more, he began to sing. At first, his voice was weak, and wavery, but eventually gained strength and seemed to call out to people to almost stop to listen, to the nearly spell binding, smooth, tenor voice that propelled it's self out of Zachary's mouth.
"I had months to write a song
That captured who you are
But I fear I have done you wrong
Because I've failed you so far
The chord that struck, an angel fell
The sky went dark and it all comes down
The choices made, the lies forgotten
Oh, well
This is the way that I know
This is the way that I know
I would give everything for some hope
Are you different, could I be different too?
Nobody knows you, nobody knows you like I do
There's a song outside my window
And it plays to your tune
And there's a life inside this pencil
And it lives for what is true
Cause I am lost for words, the cost for her
Was way to much to bear
You're not perfect, but I don't care
This is the way that I know
This is the way that I know
I would give everything for some hope
Are you different, could I be different too?
Nobody knows you, nobody knows you like I do
Are you different, could I be different too?
Nobody knows you, nobody knows you like I do
Say the word, say the word
Are you different, could I be different too?
Nobody knows you, nobody knows you like I do
Yeah, woah
Are you different, could I be different too?
Nobody knows you, nobody knows you like I do
Are you different, could I be different too?
Nobody knows you, nobody knows you like I do*."
By the time he had ended the song, his eyes were closed, a tendency of his. Once the final note died off, he took a deep breath and then slowly opened his eyes, only to wince slightly by the bright light. He looked down at his hat and smiled at the few dollar bills and coins. Quickly, he scooted it back under the keyboard, and pocketed the spare change and just began to play normal music, with no singing attached.
(Written by the Classic Crime, record lable: Tooth and Nail)