Such A Waste Of A Young Heart [Lia&Brock]

[Amelia Ryder]

I've done me wrong,
I've done all wrong,
All the wrong I've done,
I'm sure to live quite long.

A'm'e'l'i'a' R.y.d.e.r.

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Two years ago on this very day, Alexander Ryder's life was taken from this planet.

That was the only thing on Lia's mind today; her big brother's death. It had happened so swiftly, so violently. For no reason.

It just wasn't fair.

Shaking her head, Lia carefully set her guitar case down on the corner. She'd seen other people do this before, so why couldn't she? It couldn't be that hard, could it? Picking up the guitar, she propped the case open against the edge of the brick building behind her.

A few people turned their heads, but passed her without a thought. Not a coin was spared into the case. She didn't mind that all too much; she hadn't even started playing yet, what was she expecting? Sighing silently through her nose, she pulled the strap over her and snuggled into the comfortable position she knew well. She played her guitar all of the time, practicing; she was stubborn, Lia was. Certain that she was destined for stardom, for game. So certain that sometimes she forgot why she was even trying.

But today, up in Heaven, she knew why she was. For her brother; he had always encouraged her--

She shook her head. No, she wouldn't think about it. She'd start crying.

Gently her fingers plucked at the strings in no order in particular as she tested to make sure she was warmed up enough to play. Today she had dressed up semi decently. Grayson had stopped her in the hall this morning with a snort, telling her she looked like a Taylor Swift reject.

She'd punched him.

She wore a white dress that fell lower down her legs then she was used to--Lia was a fan of short attire--but it was beautiful; at the middle, beneath the v neck, it was lightly ruffled. It showed a decent amount of cleavage, too, which she hoped would attract more people over. The dress had no sleeves, leaving her fragile looking arms exposed to the dim sunlight that snuck over the edge of the building. The rest of the dress was ruffled and pleated at almost random, creating a beautifully innocent look. On her feet were a pair of clingy black boots that hugged her legs up to her kneecaps. They were shiny, and the heels on them had to be three inches tall.

Her foot started tapping.

As well as being dressed nicely, Lia had done her makeup up sweetly today, too. Her lips were a wonderful shade of red, causing her blue eyes to pop against her features. Her black hair was pulled into a bun on the back of her neck in a way that caused it to lightly frame her face. The entire way she was today made her look innocent and grieving.

But if you looked in her eyes, you could see fire.

More people just walked on by, ignoring her presence. She cleared her throat lightly and stopped the random plucking. Her fingers moved now in an obvious pattern, and a song arose from where she stood. After the somewhat lengthy intro, she began to sing.

"So pretty
So smart.
Such a waste of a young heart...."

The song wasn't her own, no, but the way she belted it and the expression on her face turned heads. A few people stopped, staring and waiting for her to go one. While she strummed the guitar in the absence of lyrics, she smiled.

"What a pitty,
What a sham.
What's the matter with you man?"

During where there was normally a harmonica solo type thing, she just strummed louder and hummed softly. The people who had stopped looked hypnotized; her voice was beautiful. She was a soprano yet an alto; she was sweet, yet violent; she was dark, yet light.

"Don't you see it's wrong, can't you get it right?
Out of mind and outta sight
Call on all your girls, don't forget the boys
Put a lid on all that noise!"

As she reached the chorus, she changed up the chords, making the song sound even more amazing. And when she sang, she stretched out the notes and held them, causing the even the air around her to waver with applause.

"I'm a satellite heart
Lost in the dark.
I'm spun out so far.
You stop, I start.
But I'll be true to you."

The soft sound of change tinkling into the open case at her clicking heel brought a smile to her lips.

All the wrong you've done,
Will be undone in song.
All the wrong you've done,
Will be undone in song....

credit: the song 'Done All Wrong' by Black Rebel Motorcycle Clyb

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[Brock Racken]

Brock walked down the street, humming lightly to himself as he did so. Ahh, there was nothing to do today. Claire had to teach. James was helping, because they were on some field trip to a museum.

Not exactly the definition of fun for Brock. So he had bailed out of it, slept in until about twelve, and then decided to do something with his day. Maybe he'd find a nice, hot girl..

Today, Brock was dressed in simple clothes. He had on a pair of jeans, a paire of black tennis shoes, and a yellow and black button up shirt that hung down over the waist of his jeans, and a pair of Aviator sunglasses rested on his nose and covered his eyes.

Brock stopped dead in his tracks as a beautiful noise floated up to his ears. He started walking, almost as if he had no control over his feet, and stopped at the side of the people, watching the girl from behind his glasses wich reflected her image.

His hands were already in his pockets, so he reached out to see what he had. Hm. Abunch of quarters and dimes. Nothing he needed..he hated counting change. With a small smirk, he dumped his hand over the case, listening to the coins clink against the bottom with other people's money.

[Amelia Ryder]

I've done me wrong,
I've done all wrong,
All the wrong I've done,
I'm sure to live quite long.

A'm'e'l'i'a' R.y.d.e.r.

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The chords now floated freely, as if on their own will. Her hands had a mind of their own as they moved along, her thin fingers dancing about the strings and the fret board. In a momentarily lull in the singing, she looked up, glancing out at her little crowd. The last person she saw toss in some coins was a guy on her far right. He seemed to be her age; and maybe if he took off those Aviators he'd been even more good looking than he already was.

Before she looked back down and began to sing, she seemed to wink at him and smile. It may not have been a wink, just a twitch of her tired eye, and she may not have been smiling, just sniffling a yawn; that was for him to figure out, wasn't it?

Her eyes settled back onto the center of the crowd, so that she could see everyone through her peripherals. She strummed on, humming at first softly and then loudly. Suddenly, she was slammed back into song as the humming reached a crescendo;

"I hear you're living out of state,
Runnin' in a whole new scene."
You know I haven't slept in weeks,
You're the only thing I see...."

Her eyes darted shyly to the ground for a moment, and on she sang.

"I'm a satellite heart
Lost in the dark....
I'm spun out so far--
You stop, I start.
But I'll be true to you."

The notes and chords became more complicated as the song started to come to an end.

"I'm a satellite heart,
Lost in the dark.
I'm spun out so far--
You stop, I start.
But I'll be true to you.
No matter what you do.
Yeah I'll,
Be true,
To you."

The guitar became simple, and she ended the song with a few gentle ooohs. More money was spilled from pockets to the plush guitar cases as the last notes resonated from the hallow wooden instrument. She nodded her head somewhat modestly, smiling at her crowd. Her eyes beamed while her lips twitched only slightly; she thrived on that applause that she heard. "Thank you," she said, bowing slightly.

As people began to clear away, she shifted out of her guitar, leaning it against the wall next to her. Carefully she crouched, reaching out to finger through the coins. To her amazement, she spotted a few dollar bills here and there, too--a ten, even! Her eyes lit up and she now gave an amused half grin. "Cool," she giggled to herself. "Too cool."

All the wrong you've done,
Will be undone in song.
All the wrong you've done,
Will be undone in song....

credit: the song 'Done All Wrong' by Black Rebel Motorcycle Clyb

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[Brock Racken]

Brock watched her, then grinned when she winked at him. That was a wink, wasn't it? Well, whatever it was, Brock took it at a wink. Anything to get a chance with a girl this amazing in the looks department. He clapped his hands slowly when she finished, and stayed even though the other people dispersed back to their own business.

With a quick motion of his hand he slipped his glasses off and into the neck of his shirt - which had the top three buttons undone. He walked over, hands going back in his pockets "That was quiet the beautiful piece." he said, glancing at her, to the case, then back up at her, grinning a smug grin.

[Amelia Ryder]

I've done me wrong,
I've done all wrong,
All the wrong I've done,
I'm sure to live quite long.

A'm'e'l'i'a' R.y.d.e.r.

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Lia winced slightly, losing count as she heard the guy's voice. Her eyes flipped up, and she was surprised to see that he'd stayed while the rest had left...and that he was pretty damn good looking. She blinked once, making the agitation disappear from her features. Clearing her throat slightly, she replied, "Thanks, but I didn't write it."

Her eyes fluttered down to the coins, and she shifted so that she was comfortable, continuing to count them out. Once she was satisfied that she had a good estimate of how much money there was--she was guessing around twenty, maybe even thirty dollars--she opened a sort of secret compartment inside of the case, dumping all of the change in. She kept the bills in her hand, however, snapping the small compartment shut. As she stood, she carefully tucked away the ten, five, and three ones into her bra as if it were a normal thing to do.

Lia casually put a hand on top of her guitar. Her fingers absently picked at the frets. "Satellite Heart by Anya Marina," she told him finally, nodding her head. "Figured it'd attract a bit of attention, and, well, it did." She smiled slightly, shrugging. "I don't really write. I just sing and play." Her hand squeezed the top of the guitar affectionately, and she shrugged again. Absently she started to tap her foot again, the sound barely audible amongst all of the bustle of the town.

She was debating on whether or not she should ask his name. If she did, she knew it'd be a bit harder to get rid of him. Not that getting rid of him was necessarily what she wanted; he was hot, why should she? Then again, she didn't want him realizing that she'd been drinking.

She hadn't drank that much--just enough to numb away the sharp pains in her chest, the aching loss of her brother. But if he did notice that, she couldn't be sure whether or not he'd be the kind of guy to take advantage of her, even if her senses were only slightly dulled.

Lia's mind babbled on as she stood there, a sort of far away look coming into her beautiful blue eyes.

All the wrong you've done,
Will be undone in song.
All the wrong you've done,
Will be undone in song....

credit: the song 'Done All Wrong' by Black Rebel Motorcycle Clyb

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