Music in the land of day dreams (OPEN/OPEN)

[Marcus Collins]

Marcus pulled his guitar from off his back and leaned against a tree and slid down it until he was sitting down, his acoustic in his lap and his hands set in place on the strings. It was a beautiful day at Camp half-blood and all he wanted to do was relax, but his creative juices had been flowing and he decided for a nice walk. He had grabbed one of his many faded band t-shirts and a pair of cargo pants with chains all over them, slipped them all on and walked out the door. He hadn’t even bothered with shoes. The camp was like that he was starting to realize. It wasn’t like the summer camps he had been shipped to when he was a foster kid. There had been glass and crap in the grass and if you did anything like forget your shoes you were screwed. Here though it was different and he liked it.

So here he was sitting on the grass, and all he could think of was a few words that he couldn’t seem to put to music. Marcus strummed a couple times until he finally got a set of cords he liked and started making a tune until he felt that he liked it more and more and started adding words.



We’re living in a desperate time
Our only hope is believing there’s another side
To all we’ve known
The truth hidden before our eyes
A vision of a life beyond our view
If only we can see it through

Marcus closed his eyes and leaned his head against the tree, letting his words move through his mind and push out like a mental sound wave. Anyone around would pick up his words, but would only hear clearer as they got closer, just like sound. He liked how he could speak to people through his mind and it sounded just like he was talking to them, it even acted like it.

So reach to the sky
The life we have has come
This part of our lives
We’ve only just begun
Together we are bright as the stars
We’re a light that will never die
This is the moment we come alive

There were times when he really didn’t know what words were coming out of him; instead he let the words be implanted in his mind like a memory. He couldn’t even begin to know what was going on around him even. Marcus was in his own little world as his music flowed from his mind. This was the world he loved, this was the world of day dreams.

[Chloe Belle]

Chloe had decided to take a long stroll, she was in need of some relaxation and time away from the camp's inhabitants, she was just tired of the constant drama going on about this and that. Too much teenage hormonal urges were happening all around her, and even in her, goodness was her mind just a miss with everything happening...

As she walked, Chloe threw on her headphones, staring down at her feet with every single step, adding a little dance to her movements, her mind had went just into her comfort zone. She was focused on the music and dance steps, all her surroundings started to blurr, her eyes never looked up from her feet; she was immersed in happiness.

Chloe had always chosen music and dance as her escape, it gave her the chance to create her own world and story, to be the heroine or the damsel in distress; she was able to design and follow through with her own chosen fate, it was just so different than her reality. She was given up by her father, her mother seemed to just want her alive, not much else, and every single action before her eighteenth birthday being scrutinized by multiple nuns, she honestly doesn't even know exactly what part of her personality was her, her raising, or her genes.

Chloe tossed her long blonde hair up into a fast sock bun to keep the strands from falling in front of her face, she had chosen to go with just a quick pair of lowrise tight jeans, along with a cropped off old band t-shirt, and a pair of black worn-out sneakers; it was much more relaxed than she normally would wear, but today was an escape from her everyday. Plus, she was not up for being scrutinized by her siblings, they tended to ignore her if she got dressed quickly and ran out.

As she was thinking about her siblings and their drama, she started to hear almost an interference like sound in her headphones, furrowing her brow she looked down at her screen, but nothing seemed wrong, she even twisted the jack, still she heard another voice, and the farther she walked forward, the louder and clearer it got.

In a bit of frustration, Chloe turned off her music player and yanked the headphones out of her ears, she was about to cuss it out but realized she still heard the voice, looking up she realized she had walked into the forest a bit, also she was about a good ten feet away from
Marcus.

Chloe's felt a tightening in her chest, before she took a quick deep breath and headed closer to him from behind, leaning over his shoulder and onto the tree behind him, she smiled wide, looking down, "I like that song... Wish there was a way to record it and put it on my ipod." She softly chuckled, squatting down next to him, to look him in the eyes, her smile never fading.

[Marcus Collins]

Marcus heard the sweet melodic voice of Chloe and broke abruptly from his day dream world. His fingers stopped on the guitar strings and his eyes moved towards the blond bombshell that pretty much seemed to cause him to get nervous and break stuff whenever she was around him. He tried to smile but only seemed to produce a sheepish grin as she complimented his music and said she would love to put it on her Ipod if she could.

Before things got really bad, I wanted to be a singer song writer. I don’t know if they would ever be able to get my stuff on CD or anything but I could deffinatly do shows. He watched her for a moment, trying not to pick up the sweet smell she was giving off, or how her hair seemed to glow in the sunshine of the day like it had done back when they had hung out at the arena. It was hard for him to be even around her without his thoughts constantly going to how beautiful she was and how more than that seemed to make him absolutely terrified in all the right ways around her. Though one question always seemed to play in the back of his mind whenever these things seemed to come to him. Was it really just her, or was it her mother’s powers flowing from her that allowed Marcus to become so easily entranced by Chloe.

I….umm…I’ve written more songs. This one was one I was just making up as I went…I kind of remember the words for this one but it was still being worked on….but I said that already didn’t I? Marcus felt his face turn red and immediately looked down before fumbling with his fingers on the strings before he finally laid to guitar on his lap before he broke the damn thing.