Room 311, Tuesday Evening
Aug. 9th, 2011 08:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
its_theclimbFresh from her second handwavy day spent exploring Disney, Miley collapsed in her room and flopped down on her bed around ten, laden with shopping bags and sporting a brand-new tan. Amusement parks always wore her out -- though this was the first time in a long time that she'd been to one without Lilly and Oliver.
That was... not a fun thought.
Okay, no, she wasn't going to think about that. She had just come from the happiest place on earth, in the best city on earth. Her window was open and she could make out a few vaguely French-looking buildings in the distance, which served to brighten her mood a bit. But the only thing that could really cheer her up was just off to the side of the bed.
She reached down and grabbed her acoustic guitar from its stand behind her headboard. It was the only one she'd brought to Fandom -- the flashier ones were too much of a giveaway, even hidden in the closet. Anyway, quiet songwriting helped her think. With her tab book open in front of her and a purple gel pen tossed casually on top of it, she started strumming softly and composing a song. She kept interrupting herself to cross out and rewrite the lyrics, but her attempts came out clear and pure, even if they were occasionally punctuated by mutters of "Dangflabbit!" and "Sweet niblets!"
Enjoy the free concert, third floor. And the... Disneyfied profanity.
[[Door is cracked because Miley is LE DUMB, post is open.]]
That was... not a fun thought.
Okay, no, she wasn't going to think about that. She had just come from the happiest place on earth, in the best city on earth. Her window was open and she could make out a few vaguely French-looking buildings in the distance, which served to brighten her mood a bit. But the only thing that could really cheer her up was just off to the side of the bed.
She reached down and grabbed her acoustic guitar from its stand behind her headboard. It was the only one she'd brought to Fandom -- the flashier ones were too much of a giveaway, even hidden in the closet. Anyway, quiet songwriting helped her think. With her tab book open in front of her and a purple gel pen tossed casually on top of it, she started strumming softly and composing a song. She kept interrupting herself to cross out and rewrite the lyrics, but her attempts came out clear and pure, even if they were occasionally punctuated by mutters of "Dangflabbit!" and "Sweet niblets!"
Enjoy the free concert, third floor. And the... Disneyfied profanity.
[[Door is cracked because Miley is LE DUMB, post is open.]]
