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Pride. Tragedies. Lies. :: Legacy High :: Staircases :: Stairway Super-star [Open] Author Topic: Stairway Super-star [Open] (Read 129 times) Missy Johnson Junior Prom Queen member is offline Joined: May 2007 Gender: Female Posts: 11 Karma: 0 Stairway Super-star [Open] « Thread Started on May 6, 2007, 11:09am » Missy closed her locker after seeing she had an free bell first period.She slung her Pink guitar gig bag over her,putting the messenger bag that held her laptop and other things over the gig bag.She pulled her curls down and back into an elastic band as she walked down the hall.She was dressed in an Black pair of Skinny Capri's,An Red babydoll tee over an white Polo and some Black Esperellas. She saw an empty staircase and saw it was probably good for the acoustics she needed for the song,She ducked inside of it.Sitting against the wall behind the door.She took off the messenger bag first,taking out her Customized Sony Vaio for recording music.She turned on the recording software,hooking up her microphone and the SUB computer to guitar hookup.She then took out her guitar,hooking it up to the USB,She smiled as she pressed Record. Starting to play the sheet music of an soft low tone,she began to sing, Furtive lies and insinuation All designed to tarnish my repetition And devised by you without explanation Tell me why, why you spreading all these lies I try hard to end all this chaos But when you disparage me you betray us Said we'd be friends until the end and now I'm crushed Tell me why, why you feel the need to lie Baby lies, They poison everything in sight, Those who lie, Can never keep track or take them back. Baby lies, Keep messing' with your sleep at night You never can disguise, Transparent lies What you said continue to taunt me And the way you used to wander love well it haunts me Baby open your eyes and maybe you’ll see Your heart cries, listen and apologize Baby lies, They poison everything in sight, Those who lie, Can never keep track or take them back. Baby lies, Keep messing' with your sleep at night You never can disguise, Transparent lies I got a story you wanna tell, About a girl who loved a guy more than life itself! But he got overwhelmed, undermined himself Telling lies, flaquent lies Lies Baby lies, Transparent lies Lies, lies, lies, lies, Why you gotta lie Lies She sang out,as she pressed the stop button at the end. Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged Forum Jump--------------------» Home--------------------» General--------------------- Announcements --- Sub-plots --- Prologues --- Soon to come- Character Applications --- Accepted Applications --- Pending Applications --- Adoptable Characters- Character Interaction --- Personals --- Plot Discussions --- Plot Ideas --- Claims- Dance Arrangements --- Pre-Homecoming Play --- Superlatives --- Homecoming Councal --- Couple Display --- Dance Plots- Out of Character --- General Nonsense --- Graphics Center --- Advertisements --- Games --- Polls --- Absences--------------------» Legacy High--------------------- Front Office- Cafeteria- Classes- Detention Room- Library- Staircases- Tutoring Center- Hallways and Lockers- Gym--------------------» Campus--------------------- Courtyard- Parking Lot- Track and Football Field- Soccer Field--------------------» Waylon University--------------------- Dorms- General Grounds- Fine Arts Building- Library and Study- Math and Science Building- English Building- Food Court- Main Building- Raven Memoral Garden--------------------» Waylon--------------------- Restaurants --- Leans Cafe- Residences --- 313 Willow Apartments --- Barron Manor --- Harper Manor --- Hill Residence --- La Chante Brise --- Paradise Mansion --- Reynolds Residence --- The Stone Estate --- Leans/Tyrant Residence --- Johnson Residence --- Cannon Residence - Park- Beach- Sunset Club- Gaven's Car Repairs- Waylon Centeral Mall- Movie Theatre- Waylon Centeral Hospital- Out of Town--------------------» Connections--------------------- Notes- Journals --- when life has been unkind --» i found myself. --- Just Learning to Play Grown Up --- Even Heros Have A Right To Dream. --- Behind Smoke &&& Mirrors///Siddi Gal --- paradise ain't so sweet {colby's journal --- h.e.a.r.t.ed euy //Lakoen\\ --- Find y.o.u.r way --- intime d'un romantique{désespéré} --- is but a g . a . m . e // blairesprivatewritings --- set in S T O N E {luce's journal} --- Stand Still. Look Pretty- Photo Albums- Myspace --- T.u.t.o.r --- Siddi's Fantabulous Page of Myspacetasticness- Chatrooms- E-Mail- Instant Messaging- Phone Calls- Text Messaging

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