Post by juliet on Apr 8, 2010 19:17:29 GMT -5
Juliet was sitting on the couch back on the tour bus, everyone had already finished their sets for the night. There were constantly people passing in and out of the bus with a small party get-together thing the rest of the band decided to hold that anyone was welcome to stop by. The party atmosphere was nice, but in all honesty she was still that slightly awkward girl somewhat away from the rest of everyone with just her guitar.word count---304
Bogie, her labradoodle was sitting to one side of her on the couch she couldn't live without the dog he was as good as any boyfriend was to any other girl out there. Grabbing her Corona off the coffee table she took a sip and returning after to her guitar. Her left ankle was currently sitting in a cast around half of her leg. It seemed she hadn’t started the first leg of the new tour off to a good start; Jules had tripped on stage during one of their sets and broke her ankle. Juliet didn’t exactly have the biggest self-confidence in the world, and it seemed to diminish largely once she started going blind. Now having broken her ankle while performing in front of hundreds of people didn’t seem to help things any much more, she knew there were whispers all over the place especially after this incident that performing with her disability wasn’t the right place for her perhaps.
“Something wrong with me, I’m not getting along with me. My eyes pasted to the ceiling, I can’t get my mind to stop working. I knew all the blackest blues, you were my favourite tunes this was all I had to lose….” Juliet sang out a bit softly playing along swiftly with her guitar.
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outfit---here
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