Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2011 8:44:14 GMT -5
Todd had poetry on the brain. Not that this was unusual in any fashion. Todd always had poetry on the brain. It was sort of his thing, you know? But today was a little different because he was trying to write poetry, not just read it or quote it at people like normal. But the real problem was that everything Todd was coming up with was too cliché or someone had already used those lines. Now things like “Water, water everywhere/ But not a drop to drink”, that was a good line, but Coleridge had already written that. Or he could write about how his love was like a red, red rose, but Robert Burns had already done that too. And Todd totally could have written about the rising of the tide, but The Killers had beaten him to it. It was a tough day to be a poet.
Maybe what he needed was a good old song and dance routine to make everything fall back into place, you know? Clear his head, something like that. Not that Todd was much of a singer, or you know, not like his parents anyway. But sometimes he liked to sing, when he was alone, because then he could let out his feelings or whatever. Yeah, okay, that sounded stupid, but whatever. Maybe he’s just stick to dancing. Yeah, that sounded relatively safe.
Anyways, that was why he’d come to the ballroom. It was a big wide open space and there was no one around. So he threw in his ear phones, turned on his iPod, and began to tap. Because really, when you were listening to Singing in the Rain, how could you not?
Maybe what he needed was a good old song and dance routine to make everything fall back into place, you know? Clear his head, something like that. Not that Todd was much of a singer, or you know, not like his parents anyway. But sometimes he liked to sing, when he was alone, because then he could let out his feelings or whatever. Yeah, okay, that sounded stupid, but whatever. Maybe he’s just stick to dancing. Yeah, that sounded relatively safe.
Anyways, that was why he’d come to the ballroom. It was a big wide open space and there was no one around. So he threw in his ear phones, turned on his iPod, and began to tap. Because really, when you were listening to Singing in the Rain, how could you not?