Post by kels on Sept 26, 2010 20:32:13 GMT -6
"New look, new sound, new me." Giana muttered as she put down her cell phone. The package of new clothing had arrived just that morning, with outfits already put together for that week. Today would be a shimmering skirt and skirt, with ridiculously expensive and high heels, and a tiny little bag that seemed to have to use but to show it's expensive with the label. The shoes alone were worth as much as her entire closet, and the outfit cost a half month salary of the academy. Giana grabbed a brand new guitar; customized, of course, and ran out of her apartment, determined not to be seen on her way out. The heels on her feet clicked noisily, and the bag was tucked under her arm. Normally wild curls were tamed into manicured ringlets, and dark eyeliner circled the top and bottom lashes surrounding the eye.
Careful not to get stuck in the grass, Giana climbed to the top-most bleacher bench of the football field, only getting half way before getting tired of the aching caused by the heels, and tore them off. She carried both shoes by the heels in her right hand, along with the tiny bag. In the other was her guitar and pick. Bare feet trod almost silently on the warm metal steps of the very top of the bleachers. Carefully, the shoes and bag was put down, the field was scanned, and finally, the guitar picked up. A tune began to play, and vocals began to be sung.
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