Melody In The Park [Open]

[robert david madison]

The park, a tranquil place, where one can simply relax, unwind and reflect on whatever is on their mind. On his plentiful travels, Robert David Madison had always found that no matter how busy the city, how dark the people or how far from home, the park was always the place he felt most at ease. Ever since his upbringing in Boston, Massachusetts Robert never enjoyed being enclosed in one space for too long. Although he was always seen as the town outcast, he never let that bother him and although his passion for song writing lead him to write of the woes of people which clearly he felt strongly for, Robert was never a people person, never the social type and that suited his lifestyle. However, there was something about the historic town of Barkley that he felt drawn to, like it was finally time to call this place his home. Time would tell.

As the sun continued to blare down on Robert, his guitar firmly held in his hands, he could see children playing in the playground in the far distance. Despite the children obviously running around, screaming and generally making noise as they enjoy not knowing any better, Robert could still focus enough on doing what he loved best, playing his acoustic guitar that he had acquired when he was only nine years old. Despite being quite old now, the guitar remained in fairly good condition as it was Robert’s pride and joy. The fingers on his right hand slowly pluck at the tight strings in unison with his left hand expertly pressing down the strings on the neck of the guitar in order to make the desired melody he loved to play. A light breeze began to blow across the park but this didn’t faze Robert at all, he was in a trance, his fingers automatically moving to the right place and his right hand automatically plucked the right strings, the performance was, as always, faultless.

[julianne emma knight]

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BECAUSE I DON'T REALLY LIKE YOU
I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU DO. I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU. I DON'T CARE GET A CLUE

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Julianne Emma Knight wandered through the park. Her apparel not exactly appropriate for a walk, but did it really matter? Was there really appropriate attire for anything? Yes, of course. She thought softly to herself, when going to a funeral you would wear dark dreary colors, often enough black, greys, and whatever color that fell into the dark column, for weddings you would wear bright cheery colors, pinks, blues, and somtimes oranges. But for walking in a park, Julie was unsure. Maybe something like jeans a t-shirt and a pair of sandals? What was Julie wearing? Well, she was wear a short dress and heels, not to mention her breasts were busting out of the top of the dress, not that she could prevent it, she was wearing the new bra she had bought online, the only clean on she had at the moment, and it appeared it did a bit more push up than she would've preferred. A necklace rested amidst the cleavage, resting on top and clearly visible, in ways Julie was thankful for the necklace, but in other's, she wasn't.

Finally Julie spotted a bench, she smiled, she had been walking for what seemed like hours, but maybe it was just her heels that made it seem like such a long time. It took Julie a moment to realize there was someone next to her on the bench, the only reason why she had notice was because he started playing guitar. She listened intently until he finished the melody. " That was super pretty, you're good. " She flashed him a sweet smile and turned towards him slightly. She noticed he wasn't the nicest thing to look at, but Julie was never one to judge people by their looks, most of the time, anyway.

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STATUS: finished, yo.
TAGGED: robert.
WORDS: two nine seven.
OUTFIT: hurr.
LYRICS: SKYE SWEETNAM
CREDIT: RETRO GLAMOUR ! @ CAUTION 2.0

[robert david madison]

Robert froze as he heard words float across to him; he looked across at the beautiful girl now sitting adjacent to him as she flashed that sweet smile to him. It was true that random noise and the worst weather conditions couldn’t prevent Robert from performing his but, direct social contact with someone certainly did. He wasn’t people shy per se; he could stand up in front of a large crowd of people, play his guitar and sing out to them. However, when it came to people actually talking to him, Robert found that he became rather uncomfortable. This could be because people as a whole didn’t like him or he found that he didn’t really like the world, people seem almost controlled by governments and they tend to do as they’re told rather than think on their own two feet.

Robert sat back on the bench his eyes running frantically around in their sockets but every so often they’d just settle on this stranger that had talked to him. Despite the fact she’d actually been rather warm and welcoming to him by complimenting his guitar playing Robert still felt the need to cling onto his trusted instrument as if it was protecting him from her. His left hand slides down the guitar strings slowly as he begins to gently fiddle with the button on the sleeve of his dark green, checked shirt as the intense heat begins to get to him. Stumbling slightly on his words as he cautiously begins to speak he mutters, “Well when you spend your time playing the same old things you get pretty good” He smiles briefly before reverting to softly biting the inside of his lips, speaking to people was one thing but, a pretty girl only ever made matters worse. The park falls into silence once more with the exception the vague laughter of children in the background.

[julianne emma knight]

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BECAUSE I DON'T REALLY LIKE YOU
I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU DO. I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU. I DON'T CARE GET A CLUE

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Julie noticed that the man she had just met was rather uncomfortable and was that perhaps a tinge of nervousness she caught? Yes. She was confused as to why someone would be nervous. They were just talking, although Julie was the exact opposite of shy, and she rarely got nervous, she was a very outgoing girl. Julie noticed him clinging to his guitar, which obviously was quite important to him. She shrugged to his response " Yeah, I suppose you do. " She looked up at him, making eye contact, " Oh, by the way, I'm Julianne. " She stook out her hand for him to shake it but all of a sudden felt like she was being too forward. She looked down at her hands, fiddling with each other, somehow she was shy, now.

Julie looked across the paved path to see kids running around on a jungle gym, shouting and laughing. Julie hadn't even noticed it before. Some of the older little kids, which didn't really make sense to her either were throwing foam footballs around and chasing each other around, tackling their friends down the the ground. She cringed as a kid dove into the mud after the foam football and probably five other kids jumping on top of him. She looked away from the older kids and looked at the younger girls, because even young boys could be rough. They all sat in a circle, with their Barbies. Julie smiled at them before turning her attention back to the man she had just met.

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STATUS: finished, yo.
TAGGED: robert.
WORDS: two five eight.
OUTFIT: hurr.
LYRICS: SKYE SWEETNAM
CREDIT: RETRO GLAMOUR ! @ CAUTION 2.0

[robert david madison]

The situation was certainly awkward for Robert, he didn’t do social interaction it wasn’t his thing but it seemed that Julianne didn’t mind talking to him, which could only lead to trouble right? Maybe not, the girl was attractive and she seemed nice enough but Robert always found himself very reserved in these situations, not that many pretty girls approached him. When Julianne had extended her hand Robert really didn’t know what to do; there were words floating round in his head that he simply couldn’t order and his hands had somehow glued themselves back to the trusted guitar. Looking around once more, his brown eyes ever so observant, he watches the light breeze trickle a few leaves along the lush green grass before turning his attention back to Julianne. “I’m Robert, Robert Madison it’s nice to meet you.” He didn’t stumble on his words this time which although is easily overlooked it is minor progress for the timid Robert and minor progress is progress after all.

The weather was only getting better in the park; the light breeze was favourably refreshing as the temperature slowly rose with the sun mercilessly blaring down. It was the perfect time to write a song or play more melodies on his guitar but instead Robert found himself in a far more complex situation where he didn’t have complete control. That was something else that was rather alien to Robert, with his travelling lifestyle, his guitar playing, his lyrical writing he had complete and utter control. He didn’t write to impress anyone, his melodies didn’t have to dazzle the ears of the people around him; he wrote how he felt to the tune in his own head and that’s how would always be. However, when talking with someone else, especially someone he knows nothing about he doesn’t have control of this situation he can’t control what she says or what she’s thinking. That unsettled Robert somewhat as his busy brown eyes continue to observe Julianne and their surroundings.