Topic: Only Shadows Sing

Lyrical Oblivion

Date: 2011-05-04 09:13 EST
The door to the studio was nudged open as she eased inside the black dark of the room. Haven felt a small moment of solace in being claimed and surrounded by that darkness as she leaned against the wall with a sigh.

The masquerade if anything had perhaps been a poor idea. The twisting sharp of emotions played within her, swinging chaotically to the point the night out with Sabin had left her near sick with the bittersweet reminder of what had been. He was one confusing mess of emotion to her. One moment it near seemed like the old days between them, the next he was ordering her about like a scrap under his shoe.

Grumbling she flicked the light on just when her eyes adjusted, leaving her pupils to swell and dilate in a struggle to adjust. The action sent her world spinning as the booze seemed to slosh within her. A wild, reckless tide of alcohol and emotion she could get swept up in.

The black and red mask was set on the mike stand, left to dangle against the gaudy blue Christmas bow she had attached to it just a year ago. Those perhaps had been the better times. She couldn't really say she ever recognized a time when it hadn't been good. No matter how behind they were on payments, even in those months when they had been living out of their cars or just living day by day, Haven never saw it so bad.

Typical that she'd be so deluded with positive theories and her thread bare hold on hope that she wouldn't see how everything really was in its own form and fashion falling apart around her.

Haven didn't cry. She had lost the impulse and necessity of tears ages ago. It just never solved anything. Even now with all that conflict and confusion twisting inside of her she just couldn't let the emotion out.

All tucked nice and away inside of her to eat away at her spirit and tear her apart always those emotions would be. Some nights she was a goddess, namely on the stage she could become such' but other nights well she was just her own worst enemy.

A hand palmed along her hair as she sank down in the darkness after the light was turned off once more. Haven found she liked the darkness to claim her for now. It could swallow her whole and she'd never make a sound of protest. This moment was enough as her head tipped back to touch the wall behind her and she closed her eyes while humming some little melody to keep her company.

These were her personal moments to herself where she maybe, just once, just a bit she could let her guard down. This was easily a place and time where no southern man or fellow rock star could get under her skin and leave her shaken.

Just for tonight she could break down some and leave her spirit raw and open to the night. Maybe the darkness would devour her, but for now it felt good. Far too good.

Lyrical Oblivion

Date: 2011-05-04 09:24 EST
-Stars End Bar-

Days had come and gone and it seemed so easy for the world to go upside down. All in good ways. She didn't expect that when she and Sabin had performed for the sheer pleasure of it that it would lead to well....possibilities.

The pair had been near like vagabonds for as long as Haven had been tagging with Sabin, ever since he had found her singing out on the streets for whatever spare change she could manage to scrounge up.

He had been her best friend for as long as she could remember. Sometimes more but never less.

Even now watching him sleep she had to grin as she stretched lightly. Haven never had figured out how she had managed to find comfort sleeping on bar stools and the like, but seeing Sabin sprawled out on the bar counter she had to laugh.

It was a crazy future spread out before them, and an even more wild past that they had come from.

Still Haven found herself focused on the present, thriving on that natural high of performance and the small crowd that had been at the Stars End when she sang and Sabin played.

The contract and the possibility of being signed on to a label made her giddy nervous with excitement. All the same to Haven it was the fans that mattered. The people just like her and just like Sabin.

She grinned over to him as she rubbed her face free of makeup and smoothed her hands through her sleep tousled hair. Haven didn't need a mirror to know that she looked young, sweet, and vulnerable without her makeup on. They still had time....

Easing down in a chair she kicked her feet up on the table top and waited for Sabin to wake up. There was plenty of time, it was good for now to just let him sleep.

Who knew the last chance they'd have for moments like these" Still she had to wonder....if come fame and fortune would she lose everything" Would she lose this?

Lyrical Oblivion

Date: 2011-05-04 11:38 EST
Eventually the pair had to part ways to get ready for the meeting with Hester and Addi and Haven had her mind set on other things to control and rein in all that nervous energy.

Things might change and that was something she couldn't help but worry over. The old bar was quiet but it had a piano and that was all that mattered. A grin was slanted in greeting to Smythe, the old man that kept the dockside bar in upkeep.

Fingers stroked along ivory and ebon before setting down to bring those first few chords into awakening. Even this was something she near kept from Sabin. Closing her eyes she gave in to the song again. All those emotions to be poured into a melody.

I know there's something in the wake of your smile. I get a notion from the look in your eyes, yea. You've built a love but that love falls apart. Your little piece of heaven turns too dark.

Listen to your heart when he's calling for you. Listen to your heart there's nothing else you can do. I don't know where you're going and I don't know why, but listen to your heart before you tell him goodbye.

Those forget me not blue eyes focused on the keys as she opened them. Surely she could have picked up the beat but at this moment she wanted to keep it slow. Thoughts drifted to Hester and Addi before they drifted to Rene and then finally to Sabin. The soul of her voice was poured into every word. Surely Haven always sang her heart out but at this time she was raw and open with her voice, nothing hidden.

Sometimes you wonder if this fight is worthwhile. The precious moments are all lost in the tide, yea. They're swept away and nothing is what is seems, the feeling of belonging to your dreams.

Listen to your heart when he's calling for you. Listen to your heart there's nothing else you can do. I don't know where you're going and I don't know why, but listen to your heart before you tell him goodbye.

A rueful smile crept a bittersweet path across her lips as she continued to play. So much already had changed with coming here and how much more would alter and shift day by day as they continued on' Haven didn't know and that was the scariest part. All that fear and uncertainty was poured right on through the ending lyrics as she trailed her fingers along the keys.

And there are voices that want to be heard. So much to mention but you can't find the words. The scent of magic, the beauty that's been when love was wilder than the wind.

Listen to your heart when he's calling for you. Listen to your heart there's nothing else you can do. I don't know where you're going and I don't know why, but listen to your heart before you tell him goodbye.

Listen to your heart, mm-mmmmmm

I don't know where you're going and I don't know why, but listen to your heart before you tell him goodbye.

Those fingers stilled on the keys as she rose silently with a faint smile to Smythe. It was time to go and time to get ready. She wasn't one for being late, not even fashionably late. She could leave Sabin to that if he wanted.

Feeling a bit more peaceful with that unleash of emotion through song she left the docks to hurry back to the sorry excuse of a home she had. Hey, at least it was four walls and a roof. It might not have been much but it kept her warm.

The outfit selected and she took a shaky breath in as she headed off to meet up with Hester and Sabin. Here goes nothing...

Lyrical Oblivion

Date: 2011-05-05 22:44 EST
Another night had passed on in the Stars End Bar. Haven had found it faintly amusing that she and Sabin had ended up crashing there for the past two nights as if they didn't have any other home. Truth was, they really didn't. They tended to go from place to place. Even the sorry excuse of a "home" for Haven was nothing more then a side room from the studio she sometimes sang at.

It was today that the welcome was running out for her to be able to stay there any longer. The money she had scraped together to pay for their studio time and for the room had run out. Once again they were pretty much homeless and back on the street. Haven had woke up earlier then Sabin, like she usually did, running over the events of the prior night over and over in her head.

Once again they were back in that awkward and yet strangely comfortable place in their lives. The past had been tugged up and thrown out there for them both to face once more. It had all come to a head with his proximity. That same proximity that made her heart run wild and had her holding her breath.

They had been so young when they first had found each other, inseparable after that day. It was one of those topsy turvy, turbulent, yin and yang sort of relationships. Strangely enough there was a lot of love but not a drop of hate. Haven never really blamed him when things had gone awry. A few star struck moments of fame back in the day and they had got carried away with the glitz and the glam of it all.

How could she possibly blame him for that' How could she even hold a grudge against him running wild through the fans just as much as she had. It was the natural high of music that kept them going. She often had to wonder if they were cut if they would end up bleeding music notes.

Quietly sighing she looked down at Sabin as he slept. It hadn't been really that early ago that she had curled beneath him to leave his head in her lap as fingers brushed absently along his short brown hair. That curl of fingers interlaced and the kiss he had pressed to her brow before he had fallen asleep still lingered with her.

He had near made a promise to her in his round about way. When it all came down to it she only gave a damn about what he thought of her voice. Maybe she was his Muse, perhaps she was just his best friend and confidante.

She had meant what she said just as much as she believed he had meant everything he had said to her. Haven had no intention of leaving his side but she couldn't shake that uncertainty and fear that was nagging at her. Even a blind fool could see that the women adored him. Sabin just didn't see himself as she saw him' and likely how every other woman saw him.

Haven didn't have a choice and she had no way of telling him no when it came to their future for the band. They weren't together and she had no possession over him. He could do whatever he pleased just as much as she could do the same. Still she couldn't help but feel like maybe a second chance could set the world right.

She didn't want to miss him. But even now she wondered if that distance could grow between them when before she believed so strongly that nothing could ever tear them apart.

When Haven saw the way the girls looked at him though, she just had to wonder, how easy would it be for him to find his Muse in another. How long would it be before he left her behind?

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Amplified Oblivion

Date: 2011-05-06 17:10 EST
Once again that bar-top had been Sabin's make shift bed for the night. It must have been an amusing sight to see him sprawled out on that counter, one hand dangling over the side. That near empty bottle hanging loosely from his fingertips.

It wasn't the release of that bottle, but the crash of glass shattering that jolted Sabin up, almost causing him to loose his balance and end up in the broken glass himself. But he somehow had managed to keep his cool, or atleast enough of it not to be laying beside what was left of the bottle.

The buzz of that Fender amplifier behind the bar reminded him that his guitar was still plugged in. But a growl from his med-section caused him go look around from some breakfast. It was at this time he noticed that box of donuts that he and Haven had been sharing for the past week. Opening it up, he glanced down to notice only one left. He grinned slightly to himself and shrugged it off to make his way over to that Gibson, leaving it for Haven.

About the time he picked up the guitar and threw the strap over his shoulder, he realized she wasn't there. Where could she be? Had his announcement at the inn scared her off. Or had she just found someone to buy her breakfast that could give her more than a week old donut. That thought burned through his mind like molten lava down a green hillside as he reached into his pocket and grabbed a pick.

Sabin was never too good at showing his emotions, but he somehow found the ability to do that through music. He had promised to make Haven a star and he was going to do that one way or the other. The only way he could even compete with her raw un-earthed talent was to practice as much as possible. And this is what he did, every second she wasn't near him.

As he started off an intro the pace seemed slow. His pick gently plucking the strings as his fingers worked the fretboard. Throwing in a hammer-on or bend every now and then. Then the pace began to build as his foot worked against the bartop, that left hand jumping to the seventh fret as power-chords were ripped out. Riff after riff screamed from his guitar as he made his way to the chorus of no song in particular, just making music. By this time he was jumping up and down, humbuckers wailing through that amp.

Several minutes into thrashing what was once a cherry red Gibson SG, now faded and worn, sweat began to drip from his dark brown bangs. Sabin's heart may not tell his mouth what to say when he wants it to, but he felt every chord, every note, ever word that poured out of Haven's mouth as they made music together.

He couldn't stand the thought of her not being there every morning when he woke up. He just didn't know how to tell her. He had seen so many musicians lose their edge over relationships, how could he do this to her. He had promised to make her a star, and that was what he was going to do. Even if he had to sacrifice his own feelings in the process.

Lyrical Oblivion

Date: 2011-05-08 12:13 EST
She never wanted to be a star. She never wanted to see her life fall apart like so many other stars she had seen go from nothing to fame and fortune. Sure Haven had admired them, had been in awe of them but losing those she cared for....could she risk giving that all up"

Sabin had promised to make her a star but she never could bring herself to speak the words that it wasn't what she wanted. She followed along with his notions though if only for the sake of making him happy.

That was really all that mattered wasn't it' He had taken her from the streets and sure it was rough but they had made it this far hadn't they' A new outfit chosen from the collection of thriftshop styles as Haven stared at her own reflection.

He confused her in so many ways. He had her name tattooed on his flesh but his eyes, his words spoke otherwise. It left her all twisted up and kept her tongue tied. When she didn't know how he really felt how could she tell him how she felt herself"

Haven wasn't a pro when it came to revealing her emotions. Surely she wore her heart on her sleeve but confessing affection....well....that just wouldn't do.

She'd let everyone down if she didn't do what they wanted her to do. Hester would likely maim her if she ruined those opportunities to put their names all up in lights.

There was so much conflict that maybe she had to wonder what was the right choice. After so much street pounding of those boots and no answers offered she made her way back to the Stars End Bar.

Haven watched him practice as she smiled softly to herself. She didn't know where the hell they were going or where it all would lead, but she'd stay at his side.

It was the only thing she knew.

The only thing she believed in save for the music....was him.

Still she had to wonder, did he feel the same?