Post by pierce on Aug 15, 2015 13:37:15 GMT -5
The day, Saturday. Though really. It felt like any other day that could go by any other name. The activities, various, dubious. Always subject to revision. But, for now it was just Wade, in his room, making some music on his 6-string bass. Getting thoroughly funky for the time of day - which had just hit noon maybe half an hour ago? Time was no object. It wasn't even real. The room was in decent shape, only a few loose fitting shirts/blouses spotting the floor like beached jellyfish. The amp was up on the dresser and Wade sat cross-legged upon the unmade bed, an ashtray beside him smoking. A loop pedal graced the floor right beneath where his foot rested on the bed frame. He'd gotten in an extensive bass rhythm and was now honing in on what he wanted the melody to be. Shit was hard when it wasn't flowing like water.
So, Wade decidedly stopped and set his instrument down. He scooted back and let his bare back rest against the wall, picking up the joint and taking a deep toke. When he exhaled, Wade got the inclination to get up, maybe see what Theo was up to. Therefore, he rose and picked up his tan corduroy shorts a bit, walking out of the room and traveling down to Room D. He drummed his fingers upon the door. "Theooooo" he called in to the crook of the door. "Yooo you up, man?"
So, Wade decidedly stopped and set his instrument down. He scooted back and let his bare back rest against the wall, picking up the joint and taking a deep toke. When he exhaled, Wade got the inclination to get up, maybe see what Theo was up to. Therefore, he rose and picked up his tan corduroy shorts a bit, walking out of the room and traveling down to Room D. He drummed his fingers upon the door. "Theooooo" he called in to the crook of the door. "Yooo you up, man?"
