Post by isaac camdon crow on Jul 16, 2009 22:10:16 GMT -5
Isaac perched himself up on top of a table and sat cross legged on it. They had two hours before they went on stage, and some of the different bands members had assembled for a pre show party. He had only come for the fun and alchohol promised. Sighing, he took a sip from a bottle of taquila he had taken from a cabinet close by and he gulped down some of the bottle's light brown contents. It stung against his throat because of the cold, but he liked it, it put him on edge for the show. Although, Isaac usually only drank aftershows it was different today because he had been tierd and needed something to liven him up before he went on stage. Though, in reality, the taquila didn't do much to him, except maybe give him a killer headache in the morning if anything at all; for the most part he handled his alchohol well and only got drunk at parties where he knew some of the people around.
Taking in his surroundings, he manuevered himself into a backwards ball. His legs behind his back, while he tried to get his feet over his shoulders. Not even noticing when his bottle of liquor fell to the ground and it's brown ice cold contents spilt onto the navy rug, seeping into the plush decor. After much trial and error, he got his way and ended up contorted and looking odder than ever. but, soon after he lost his balance and untangled, before falling hard onto the ground. Slowly, he tried pushing himself back up and onto his feet, but the room seemed to be spinning around him. The six or seven others only just coming into focus. After much debate on whether to move, he drapped his arms over the white leather couch nearby and heaved himself into the posh furniture. He lay face up starring at the skylight which showed the glimmering moon, and he placed his hand on his temple, rubbing for pressure.
"Is it just me, or is the world spinning?" Isaac laughed as if it was the funniest thing in the world. It was odd how he always seemed to end up amuch in some sort of mess right before a show, and it seemed tonight was no different. Though he was not particularly talking to anyone in specific, he wondered if anyone would answer. Perhaps they would tell him he was a baffoon, or some type of idiot, and he knew he would just take it with a grin. Of course that was what he was, there was no point in hiding it. Isaac loved fun, and he just went with whatever came his way, never taking things for granted. Smiling up at the moon's shiny brightness, his focus regained clarity, and he was able to look the bright circle straight on. "The moon's shinning, just for the show, isn't it wonderful?"
Taking in his surroundings, he manuevered himself into a backwards ball. His legs behind his back, while he tried to get his feet over his shoulders. Not even noticing when his bottle of liquor fell to the ground and it's brown ice cold contents spilt onto the navy rug, seeping into the plush decor. After much trial and error, he got his way and ended up contorted and looking odder than ever. but, soon after he lost his balance and untangled, before falling hard onto the ground. Slowly, he tried pushing himself back up and onto his feet, but the room seemed to be spinning around him. The six or seven others only just coming into focus. After much debate on whether to move, he drapped his arms over the white leather couch nearby and heaved himself into the posh furniture. He lay face up starring at the skylight which showed the glimmering moon, and he placed his hand on his temple, rubbing for pressure.
"Is it just me, or is the world spinning?" Isaac laughed as if it was the funniest thing in the world. It was odd how he always seemed to end up amuch in some sort of mess right before a show, and it seemed tonight was no different. Though he was not particularly talking to anyone in specific, he wondered if anyone would answer. Perhaps they would tell him he was a baffoon, or some type of idiot, and he knew he would just take it with a grin. Of course that was what he was, there was no point in hiding it. Isaac loved fun, and he just went with whatever came his way, never taking things for granted. Smiling up at the moon's shiny brightness, his focus regained clarity, and he was able to look the bright circle straight on. "The moon's shinning, just for the show, isn't it wonderful?"