Post by Jia Li Ryder on Jul 4, 2006 19:40:10 GMT -5
Soft footsteps could be heard throughout the courtyard as Jia made her way though the many different sections. Jia could often be found here when she was bored...or it was a break. Currently, it was boredom.
Accompanied by the soft footsteps came a soft melody. Sure, her step-sister Nia was the singer in the family, but Jia also loved to sing herself. Acting came first of course, but when she wasn't going to be in a play or anything, or just wanted an escape, she'd sing. Writing came also, but when walking around you can't exactly write can you?
"Images on the sidewalk speak of dream's decent
Washed away by storms to graves of cynical lament
Dirty canvases to call my own
Protest limericks carved by the old pay phone"
Her voice was soft, half hoping that no one would hear her. One thing this actress hated was to be heard singing in public. She sang on stage when her role called for it, but just to sing in public willingly....that was her sister's area of interest.
"In your picture book I'm trying hard to see
Turning endless pages of this tragedy
Sculpting every move you compose a symphony
You plead to everyone, "see the art in me""
The song continued as she walked on. Then, Jia spotted an open bench. She continued to sing as she made her way over to the bench, then she sat down. However, after sitting down Jia didn't continue singing. She took a pause in the song to just enjoy the peacefulness of the gardens.
Accompanied by the soft footsteps came a soft melody. Sure, her step-sister Nia was the singer in the family, but Jia also loved to sing herself. Acting came first of course, but when she wasn't going to be in a play or anything, or just wanted an escape, she'd sing. Writing came also, but when walking around you can't exactly write can you?
"Images on the sidewalk speak of dream's decent
Washed away by storms to graves of cynical lament
Dirty canvases to call my own
Protest limericks carved by the old pay phone"
Her voice was soft, half hoping that no one would hear her. One thing this actress hated was to be heard singing in public. She sang on stage when her role called for it, but just to sing in public willingly....that was her sister's area of interest.
"In your picture book I'm trying hard to see
Turning endless pages of this tragedy
Sculpting every move you compose a symphony
You plead to everyone, "see the art in me""
The song continued as she walked on. Then, Jia spotted an open bench. She continued to sing as she made her way over to the bench, then she sat down. However, after sitting down Jia didn't continue singing. She took a pause in the song to just enjoy the peacefulness of the gardens.
