i can't seem to let you go #sam

[grace camille carson]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ] i've been waiting all day WORDS 567 OUTFIT CLICK TAGGED #sam #jessie NOTES her verison of broken hearted sound something like this Ace kicked back in the music room, enjoying that fact that no one was around. College kids didn't have time for the arts, so it seemed, but Ace was the opposite. She quite literally had all of the time to spend on music. She was willing to do anything for it. She'd spent her life on it and you can bet she'll spend her death on it. She picked up her guitar and strummed a few chords, sitting up properly. She hummed a bit, creating a melody. After a few more chords, she stopped. Ace started up a different progression, deciding that the other few chords didn't work. She stopped again, sighing. She loved writing music. It was the only thing that made her truly happy. But at the same time, it was also very frustrating. Sometimes it took awhile to get it right, but the end product was worth it. Being able to preform was worth everything. Sighing Ace kicked back again, setting the guitar down beside her. She missed preforming. She missed the crowds, the people. She missed the very little fans she had. It pissed her off to know that she gave her life to preforming and music, and for what? Nothing. She had just gotten her name out there and she died. Because of her stupid after party. More often than not, Ace played off her frustration and pretended she didn't care. She was good at that. But honestly, Ace hated herself for it. She had wasted everything she'd built up on a stupid accident that didn't mean much. And she was just about to get her "big break". And yet somehow, you could still find Ace at bars, drinking the same poison that enslaved her to death. Ace slapped both of her cheeks, trying to banish her negative thoughts. She tried not to be negative. Those things can only bring you down. Besides, she could just try to find venues to preform here. It wasn't the end, it was quite simply just a new beginning. Or at least, that's the way Ace tried to see it. She didn't want to get stuck on the past. It could only make her miserable. And why should she be miserable? She was still able to make music and write music and sing. That was all she needed to survive. Besides food. And water. You know, the basics. Even so, Ace missed her family and her friends. And her band. She was the one doing the singing, and her friend would play guitar. It was kind of fun. They also had someone on the keyboard. Before shows they would just sit there and improvise their favorite songs. It was fun and natural. It was also arguably one of the best times of her life. Ace missed the company and the ability to just sit down with some of her closest friends and jam. Being alone in the room didn't really help either. It made her feel lonelier than before. Ace shook her head. What she needed was a distraction. Picking up the guitar again, Ace decided to play something she knew rather than try to write a song. She just wasn't in the mood. "This is more than the typical kind of thing, felt the jones in my bones when you were touching me, oh oh, didn't want to take it slow…" don't you leave me brokenhearted

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