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Post by Armageddidn't on Sept 29, 2017 23:55:02 GMT -5
"Nah. She doesn't seem to like me or my music that much. Pretty sure tomorrow night will be hell for her." Tom said calmly.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Sept 30, 2017 0:00:55 GMT -5
((Nah, not yet.))
Tom chuckled.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Sept 30, 2017 0:10:31 GMT -5
Tom nodded and strummed a few chords on his acoustic.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Sept 30, 2017 0:27:01 GMT -5
((Timeskip?))
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Post by Armageddidn't on Sept 30, 2017 0:31:19 GMT -5
((Lol))
Tom got to the bar like an hour early to practice a bit. He strummed a few chords, and had even got a friend to do the drums.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Sept 30, 2017 0:31:45 GMT -5
((Ok))
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Post by Armageddidn't on Sept 30, 2017 15:04:18 GMT -5
((is it okay if I use an existing song for Tom? I' very uncreative.))
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Post by Armageddidn't on Sept 30, 2017 16:49:51 GMT -5
Tom started to strum the melody.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Sept 30, 2017 16:54:22 GMT -5
"People are puppets held together with string, there's a beautiful sadness that runs through him as he asked me to pray to a god he doesn't believe in....
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Post by Armageddidn't on Sept 30, 2017 17:22:46 GMT -5
"Time and again, boys are raised to be men, impatient they start, fearful they end, but here was a man, mourning tomorrow, he drank, but finally DROWNED IN HIS SORROW.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Sept 30, 2017 17:30:37 GMT -5
Oh HE could not brace up his tension, he LOOKED, in the wrong place for redemption!"
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Post by Armageddidn't on Sept 30, 2017 17:52:23 GMT -5
"Don't look at me with those eyes, I, tried to unheave the ties, TURN BACK THE TIME THAT D R E W H I M ! But her could not be saved, A sadness runs though him..."
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Post by Armageddidn't on Sept 30, 2017 18:23:17 GMT -5
Tom put down his guitar.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Sept 30, 2017 18:27:44 GMT -5
Tom nodded at her, pulling out a bit of Coke.
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