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25.11.08

An insight on the Living

The adolescent was greeted by a suffocating carpet and dirty laundry and a smoke stained couch. Bud, his mother's new boy friend, was pissed drunk and decided sex was an appropriate pre-hangover medication. Jonas fled to peace of his room. The thin walls of the pig Ste barely drowned out the yelling. His mother refused to participate in the activity and the once happy slur was upset, cursing the heavens any chance he got. Jonas re-read and re-read the black letter in dis-belief the card nuked- him, his dreams, his hopes right in the butt. The... thing, was proof of her death.

Penelope was racking up minutes on her cell phone, three waying it with Cynthia and some other mindless drone.
"O-M-G! Did you freakin see that, ugh, thing she wearing?" Cynthia lathered the sentence in bitch.
"Totally can you say 'Good Will'?" Penelope remembered when she and Lucy would spend hours on weekends trying on vintage the second hand shop sold.
"EW! Isn't like where, ugh, like hobos shop?" Drone spit out.
"Huh the chick's a homeless person!" Cynthia snickered. "Well, too-dools bitches gotta plan tomorrows outfit!" The cheer drone and ex-vintage lover and real bitch hang up.

Jonas jammed his head phones deeper in his ears, trying to melt into the sound. 'Maybe if I just listen forever I'll never have to speak. If I stay here forever will anyone notice?' Jonas pondered the possibilities. The vibrations were pounding at his ear drums "The Automatic" sang of monsters and hills. Jonas thought of the monster coming over his hill.

Penelope turns up the volume on her stereo the music blared through the walls shaking her home tearing the walls down. She close her eyes feeling each support give up. Collapsing the plywood building. The crumble of home is all that is left. Penelope condense into each note, each sound bringing back, reversing time to a concert of everything singing of people and ideas and beliefs. Lucy and Jonas standing on either side of her yelling each word in perfect tone deafness, Penelope joining in. The stage consists of drums, bass, lead and rhythm guitars, and the classic key board. The musicians are invisible to Penelope the instruments do all the talking.

The Independent Live Fest.

The show of their life. The multitude of local bands would all come together on this one night and preform their little hearts out. The concert was a week before Lucy's death and Penelope remembered it clearly, the screaming hipsters and washed out stoners.

Penelope and Jonas time travel back to this date to this show, this concert, this... celebration.

2 comments:

ellie said...

Hearty descriptions..keep going.

Anonymous said...

Can't even describe how cool this story is becoming