Musical Musings

Musical Musings

1 - ("Great Romances Of The 20th Century" - Taking Back Sunday) Mari collapsed on her bed on her back, staring up at the ceiling. Why is he so damn stubborn all the time? It didn't make sense. It drove her crazy. He never talked to her or opened up. She know he noticed her there, waiting for him to talk. He knew she was waiting to listen...or at least, she hoped he did. After all this time, he had to have noticed. So why? She would never understand him as long as she lived. But she hoped that he would someday give her a chance to try. She wanted to bury her head in her pillow and scream, but it wouldn't have done any good. It never did.

2 - ("Little Man Big Man" - Toad The Wet Sprocket) Brigg stared into the sunset, a cigarette in his mouth and his hands in his pockets. He kind of hated sunsets. They reminded him too much of fire, and in his mind fire was associated with nothing but bad memories. But he liked to watch them anyway, sometimes. He liked to see them go away. Maybe he was hoping one day he'd gain a sense of hope from the sight. He hadn't so far, and doubted he would. Hope was such a stupid concept, anyway. He didn't believe in hope. Not to say that one couldn't think optimisticly. But the whole concept of wanting something decisive to happen but not being sure if it would or would not happen...it was stupid. He believed one way or the other, and that's how he would always think. And right now he was thinking that those memories, unlike the sun, would never really leave him.

3 - ("By The Way" - Red Hot Chili Peppers) Aouri fiddled with his cell phone, scrolling through the numbers he had stored in it and trying to decide which of them to call. He was thinking about her again. Whenever he was alone, he always thought about her. He had to call someone to take his mind off of her. They were usually pleasant thoughts, but he hated it nonetheless. And sometimes they weren't always pleasant. She was gone, and she wasn't coming back. He had to forget, or he'd never get anywhere. But he never forgot. He didn't think he could forget. In some ways, he didn't want to forget. Those memories were the only thing he had left of her. And he could never decide if that was a good or bad thing. He decided to call Tawny, selecting her number and waiting as the line rang. Without her, he was lost, even though sometimes the path kept in a straight line.

4 - ("Slow Cheetah" - Red Hot Chili Peppers) Brigg opened his eyes, and immediately wished he hadn't. Why, why, why did he wake up. At the moment he felt that if he had just kept on sleeping forever he would have been fine with it. Then he wouldn't have to deal with anything. Then he wouldn't have to hold back the tears that would fall anyway. Then he wouldn't have to sit there in the dark and think about her. Sleep was always a much better alternative. Glowing golden tears ran down his cheeks and stained his pillow, and he tried not to acknowledge them, staring out into the complete darkness surrounding him. He couldn't forgive himself for what happened. He had managed to convince himself that he hadn't cared, for a while. That he was just fine going on without her. That his actions were perfectly and completely fine with him. He was surprised he'd kept it up for this long. Images of her flashed through his mind, always intermingled with his father, which is why he supposed this whole damn thing happened in the first fucking place. He hated that man so much, he wanted to blame him for all of this. She hadn't deserved to be caught up in it, and she shouldn't have married a madman like him. But it wasn't his fault, this time. It was Brigg's fault. And nothing would change that. Crying wouldn't bring her back either. But he did it anyway.

5 - ("Man Or Animal" - Audioslave) Xirath had a giant grin plastered on his face as the flying raft swooped through the skies, his hair streaming wildly behind him. He drove it into a steep dive, yelling out his glee as if to express the childhood he'd never had. "Whoooooooo-hooooooooo!!" Beside him Jo was yelling just as loud as he was, her hands thrown up as if it were an elevator ride. Both were strapped in tight, jostled by the air moving past the open raft but not caring in the least. As the red sands of the desert loomed up ever nearer in their view Xirath pulled up at the last minute, yelling obscenities just for the hell of it and having the best time of his life. He looked at Jo, his eyes sparkling happily, and she bared pearly teeth at him. They leaned over at the same moment and their mouths enveloped each other in a sloppy, passionate kiss, their love for each other at its strongest in this moment. When they broke off Xirath was in for a surprise, as a rising spacecraft loomed in the sky in front of them, causing him to bank and roll abruptly out of harm's way. "Whoa!" But his grin just grew wider.

6 - ("Time To Waste" - Alkaline Trio) Artemis stared down at the bustling city below her, standing on the edge of the skyscraper, and without hesitation threw herself off. She spread her arms as she always did, as if she was flying and not falling. She always liked the feeling, and found it exhilirating. The building was quite a large one, and she allowed herself a while before she had to draw her lifeline tight. It was at moments like these when she allowed her mind its last moments to itself before a job, tucking away the details in an obscure corner until she was once again bound by the restrictions of gravity and the ground below. Her lips twitched in what may have become a smile, and she stared at the rushing, flashing lights below in silence. The view was the same as it always was, but it didn't matter. Everything became exciting when you were hundreds of feet in the air.

7 - ("Anywhere" - Evanescence) Baranza stared out of the window of the shuttle as Mars came into view, scanning its surface. She was somewhere, down there. It wouldn't be long before she'd be coming to the colony with him. And he'd be waiting. Every day he spent without her was boring, as if he had no challenge anymore, no thrill. He greatly preferred it to the wars back home, but peace wasn't always exciting. But when he was with her, it was like electricity coursed through him at all times. Nothing was boring when she was there. Not to mention she was probably the only one on the force who could match his piloting skills. He turned his attention back to his book, tapping one foot on the floor in anticipation, a smile on his face. He heard they'd be getting to fly some of the new prototype fighters too. That should be fun, breaking them in with her.

8 - ("Holy Wars...The Punishment Due (Demo)" - Megadeth) Brigg drove wildly across the highway, ignoring the gunshots that clattered against the car and trying to straighten the car out so that he didn't hit a wall or something. The car ahead of him was gaining its lead, a gunman hanging out of the window and firing wildly at him with every opportunity. As he passed a large semi Brigg had the sudden temptation to go behind it for a respite, but quickly decided against it. Wouldn't do to get an innocent trucker shot. He raised his revolver and fired off some shots of his own, though none of them hit. Pressing his foot to the floor, he moved closer to the other car, where his bounty was attempting to flee out of the city. The car's gunman grew a bit more accurate as Brigg drew closer, forcing him to duck his head a few times. Firing a few blind shots, Brigg caught up to the car and drove right into their bumper, rear-ending them. The gunman, who'd been hanging too far out of the window, wavered as the car shook and fell with a cry, quickly falling behind as they zoomed past without him. Brigg unclipped his seatbelt, thinking fast. Whenever he thought quickly it usually turned out to be a bad idea, but that never stopped him from doing whatever it was he was thinking about anyway. So he clambered rapidly over the dashboard, his gun in hand, and crawled out of his windshield, the car set on cruise. Before the other car could turn away Brigg ran out onto the hood and leaped from it onto the back of the fleeing car. Yeah, definitely a bad idea.

9 - ("Hot Dog Wolf" - Yoko Kanno) Mari stared out the back of the wagon, the sun high in the sky. She was definitely not in Kansas anymore. Or maybe, she thought briefly, she had just entered Kansas. This harsh, raging desert was nothing like the monolithic, steel city she'd grown up in. It all looked so foreign and unwelcoming. Were they really going to live out here? Apparently. They didn't really have a choice. She'd have to get used to the feeling of sand in her shoes for a while...

10 - ("Waiting Game" - Yellowcard) Mari glanced at the clock for the hundredth time, tapping her fingernail against her teeth, a nervous habit. He wasn't back yet. Why wasn't he back yet? An obvious answer was that he had run into some trouble. He always ran into trouble. Was he okay? was he hurt? Did he get the money? She always worried. She hated worrying, but she couldn't help doing it anyway. She stared at the pot of macaroni and cheese on the stove, finished and ready to eat. But he wasn't back yet. For a second she considered going over there to see if he was okay, but that would be stupid. She wasn't his mother, and she knew that he could take care of himself (for the most part). It would do a lot to reassure her, but he wouldn't like it, so she didn't. She hated standing around doing nothing, though. It just gave her more time to think of the worst possible thing that could have happened. She wished Aouri were here to distract her, but he was with Giselle, and she really didn't want to think about that bitch. So she worried. He would come back, she told herself. He always came back. But there was a first time for everything.