missing frame to nowhere{ryan}

[annabel noir chessire]

Walking to the glass door, covered in an array of posters, so many so that you could not even see inside, Annabel took a grip of the handle and pulled open the door to the music store. As she opened it, she heard the annoyance of the high pitched bells hanging above it. Those were one of the many things that annoyed her about stores, why were those bells such a necessary part of the 'buying' experience, she thought they were just stupid. Going through the space where she had opened the door, Annabel re-adjusted the gig bag on her shoulder and walked into the music store, letting the door close loudly behind her.

She had already come here a lot over the summer, moving overseas during the summer had made it difficult for her to approach anyone and ask about a lot of the local haunts. However, she always made it her duty to find the nearest place to practice and play and buy anything music where ever she went, no matter how long she was there. It was essential she could have her alone time in a small room just playing, it was something she counted on for reassurance that not her whole soul had been lost. Walking to the counter, she put a ten in the jar on the counter and walked down the stairs towards the practice rooms. She was appreciative that the owners let people practice for free although tips in the jar were appreciated. Although she did hope that they would fix the locks on some of the rooms at some point, not that she was going to mention it to them.

Looking down the small corridor, she spotted the last room open, jiggled the handle and turned the dim light on inside the room. It was a small cubicle type room, 8 ft by 8ft at most, probably less in size. Taking off the gig bag from her back, Annabel pulled out her black takamine acoustic. Although it wasn't the best guitar Annabel owned, it was the only one she had a lot of care for. It was like her child, even if she hated children. It was her first guitar and it's been with her no matter what the situation. Pulling the grey strap over her shoulder, she strummed the strings on the black guitar's surface. After she tuned the strings by ear, she moved her fingers along the frets while strumming the pic across the strings and just playing chords she felt like playing. Not long after, she just ended up improvising random music from the instrument, calming herself. Today she had ended up in a lot of black mixed with grey and red, she didn't know why, it's just what she put on.

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[ryan david harrison]

Ryan stood in the corner of the music shop looking up at the electric guitars deciding which one he wanted the most. On his shoulders was his faithful Fender acoustic guitar. Seeing as Ryan had been messed around by so many girls he had decided that his guitar was the only love he needed, it never left him, it was always there when he wanted it and it never messed him about.

He heard a bell ring to signal someone had just walked into the shop, Ryan looked up briefly, it was a girl, a pretty one at that. Ryan watched as she put money in a jar and walked off down a corridor. 'well there's something we don't see often enough.' thought Ryan to himself. In his many years living in Trenton he had rarely seen a girl that could play guitar, it made him smile, he didn't know why but it just did.

After many moments of staring at guitars Ryan gave up and headed for the door, he lowered his hand to the handle but just as he was about to leave he heard the sound of the girl that had just walked in. 'Wow, she can play well too.' Ryan raised his hand back and turned to go see this girl.

He followed the sound of the guitar until he eventually found her in a small practice room. Politely Ryan knocked and poked his head round the door. 'Hey there, sorry to interrupt you but i was just upstairs looking at guitars and heard you playing, you're really good. i was just wandering if i could sit and play with you for a little bit?'

[annabel noir chessire]

In the middle of playing, there was a sudden intrusion by a boy Annabel had never met before in her life. Her hand twitched before the strumming stopped all together, she hugged one of her knees to her chest and held the guitar up by one hand looking at him.

He looked alright, at least he didn't remind her of Chad. Hearing his words, Annabel couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at him, it was habit and not something she couldn't break easily. It was only because she could not fathom why anyone would come down just to say they liked her playing. Truthfully she didn't think she was all that good having taught herself all these years, it was just a way to express herself and she had never really cared whether she was good or not. However she supposed to most it would be a good thing, so she made sure to give a small smile in thanks.

Annabel heard him ask if he could play with her, which just made her even more suprised. Were most people in Trenton this open or was she just very secluded when she had lived in Manchester and in truth people were all this...open. It perplexed her, and she was just a tad bit intrigued that he would come down here just to ask. So she tucked a piece of white blonde hair behind her ear and spoke. "I suppose, if you want you can." She paused, "I'm Annabel."

[ryan david harrison]

Ryan smiled and sat down on floor infront of the girl. 'Nice to meet you, Annabel. I'm Ryan.' Ryan smiled again at her English accent. 'Nice to meet someone that's actually from england too. How long you been playing for?' Asked Ryan as he took his acoustic off his back and laid it down beside him and slowly unzipped the case. Eventually he pulled out his black Fender acoustic and began to play.

Ryan loved playing in front of people, through out his whole life all he's wanted to be is a musician or in a famous band but never had the chance. 'What sort of music do you like Annabel?'

Ryan tried making conversation with the girl just so it wasn't awkward, but then again, Ryan didn't want to come off as a stalker. 'Sorry about barging in on you like this, it's just not everyday i meet someone that can play guitar well, especially not a girl too.'

'Shit' thought Ryan, 'now I've just made myself sound like a sexist prat, haven't i?' He said as he rested his head on the body of the guitar, hiding his face in shame. 'I promise you, the last thing i am is sexist, i just don't say the right things sometimes, I'm so sorry.'

[annabel noir chessire]

Annabel nodded in aknowledgement of his greeting back to her. She put a name to the face and tucked it away in her mind for later use. She coughed, and dropped her pick so she could use the hand not holding the guitar to cover her mouth. "Yeah." She paused, thinking back the years. Her father had given her the takamine at least 7 or 8 years ago. She was only 10 or 11 at the time. "Around 7 years, and you?" She wondered if he felt awkward coming into the room and that's why he kept talking, but she was not sure.

"Uh, anything I guess, it really depends on my mood, I just can't stand pop." Her answer was rather generalized, but she could not help it, she was very awkward when it came to people and she had her reasons, though for the time being, she decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and say he was harmless.

She bit her lip, he hadn't met any girl guitar players? It wasn't that she thought it was mean it was just, perplexing. She heard him trying to cover up his words and Annabel chuckled, it ended in an actual laugh for a moment or two. She was suprised at herself and it showed, the kid was rather entertaining to watch when he stumbled over his words. But it might just be her that though so, she was rather odd herself. "Nah, not really, I've heard worse, besides I can tell you weren't trying to sound that way." She laughed a tad more before stopping herself, "Sorry, I can't help myself. But, really you have nothing to be sorry about. In truth, even if you were trying to sound like a sexist pig, I wouldn't have cared in the least. I'm not really that type of person."

[ryan david harrison]

Ryan smiled as she wasn't offended and eventually laughed along with her. 'I'm sorry about that, i bet I've come of as a bit stupid now, hey?' Ryan didn't know why but it seemed as if this girl wasn't really up for a conversation with him so he just shut his mouth and started playing.

after about 30 seconds of just strumming chords Ryan began to sing along. 'Have faith in me, cos there are things that I've seen, i don't believe, so cling to what you know, and never let go, you should know things aren't always what they seem.' Pausing from singing Ryan gazed around the room seeing if there was anything that could spark a conversation but found nothing, he was just sat there in the silence hoping that Annabel would start one.

Ryan glanced down at his guitar and continued to sing again. 'I said i'd never let you go and i never did, i said i'd never let you fall and i always meant it, if you never had this chance then i never did, you'll always find me right here, again.'

As Ryan stopped singing he looked up to Annabel. 'If you want me to shut up you just have to say so, sorry if i'm being annoying at all.' He didn't know why but Ryan couldn't stop apologizing for some reason, he'd only met this girl and already he's apologized more times than he ever has in his life.

[annabel noir chessire]

Annabel watched as he strummed cords for a while her own fingers moving alog the frets following those chords he played. She was almost positive of he song he was playing, A Day To Remembers have faith in me, suprisingly that was one of her favorite bands. She was begining to wonder if she should be creeped out but it was just music after all.

When he stopped his words made her feel a tad bit of regret but only a little for not talking much. But she didn't mean to sound rude or anythig she was just not good for speaking it wasn't something she did a lot unless she had a reason. Thus she gave herself a reason, to make this boy feel less uncomfortable if even just a little bit.

"No, I'm sorry. I'm just not a very good talker sometimes. She lsitened to him until he stopped again, but this time she picked up on the chords he left off. "Im going crazy, cause there are things in the streets I don't believe." She coughed, and kept going, "So we'll pretend it's alright and stay in for the night. Oh what a world, Ill keep you safe here with me." Her voice was light and quiet compared to what the song was usually played like, it gave a totally different feel, but she wasn't one to sing loudly.

After the verse she stopped since it was just repeats of the chorus again. Looking at him the smirked, "A day to remember eh?"

[ryan david harrison]

Ryan Smiled. 'Ah, it's okay, I'm usually a little too eager to get to know people sometimes, so sorry about that, wow, i should really stop apologizing.' He shook his head in embarrassment as he realized how much of an idiot he was making of himself, it's weird, he was never usually like this.

Ryan sat in awe as she continued playing the song he was just playing. 'Wow, i had no idea you were a fan. I love them so much, just really hope i didn't murder that song.' This girl was full of shocks for Ryan, first she could play guitar, secondly she was English, thirdly she liked a day to remember and she could sing!

'You really are full of surprises, you're a guitarist, a singer, an a day to remember fan and English! Any other surprises in store for me? Or is that your lot?' Ryan laughed to himself for no apparent reason and began playing a random riff on his guitar. This whole creating conversation and making friends with random strangers ordeal wasn't really working out as well as he had originally planned.

Ryan glanced down to his watch and then back around the room for another conversation starter.

[annabel noir chessire]

Annabel laughed again momentarily before a look of confusion took over her face, she shouldn't be like this, she was not made to act this way, not now not ever again. It showed weakness she did not want to share, it showed she had feeling, showed she cared. She didn't like that, but at the same time she found it funny that she found something funny, that actually should be funny, for a moment she thought she might have a fever or going insane. But, after much deliberation she decided that couldn't be the case and that she had just had a minor relapse. She promised herself she wouldn't let it happen again, but she wasn't sure if she could keep that promise.

Collecting her composure, she spoke, "Yeah, I saw them once in London with my friend Lawrence. Well, he was my friend, not as if I can see him anymore, being across the ocean and all." She blinked, positive that it was a bother for her to add the last part, it's not like a random person she just met needed to know that, maybe she was coming down with something. Pretending to rub her forehead, she felt for any warmth, but felt nothing out of the usual so she put her hand down. Well, it didn't matter, it wasn't something that should matter all that much to the boy, Lawrence was in the past, she couldn't talk to him now or risk anything.

Now that she thought about it, was the guy a boy? No, she couldn't tell how old he was, for all she knew he could be in her grade in the coming year, or her could be an underclassman, considering she looked far younger than he did even though she was a senior. Curious, she spoke, "I hope you don't mind me asking, but what grade are you going into at the school?"

Annabel smirked, "Yeah, actually I forgot to mention I'm an ax murderer and on the weekends I belly dance." Her smirk widened, her sarcasm was back. "Sorry, I'm just joking, no, you basically covered my talents. What about yourself? Anything I should watch out for?"