On music...
Jan. 27th, 2011 10:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wildwesthero[Andrew sits in the middle of the lounge room floor, piecing another song together. Charles is lying on the couch, reading a weighty tome Andrew thinks looks incredibly dull.]
Music is the only thing that keeps me sane. I'm not joking when I say that I'd be dead without my music. It helps clear out the crap in my head, helps me keep going even when everything feels like it's descending into madness.
It's the only lifeline I have. To sit at the piano, or to just sit with my guitar, to play out the songs in my head, that helps. I don't know if Charles really understands that, but it's all I have. Nothing else helps.
[Charles interrupts] And when all else fails, I play him my music and do him some dodgy karaoke. That seems to cheer him up immensely.
[Andrew pushes him away] You can take your silly music and go elsewhere. I have things to do that don't involve you. I can't write songs when you're hovering over me like an over-protective angel. Now go down to the shops like you were supposed to do a couple of days ago so we can actually eat.
[Charles grins and leaves him alone. Andrew watches him go before turning back to his guitar, happy to have some quiet time to write.]
He can be such a nuisance some days, but I still live him. Maybe one day I'll write a song for him if he's nice to me.
Muses: Charles Firth and Andrew Hansen
Fandom: The Chaser RPF/uni-era AU
Word Count: 250
Disclaimer: Not true in any way, shape or form.
Music is the only thing that keeps me sane. I'm not joking when I say that I'd be dead without my music. It helps clear out the crap in my head, helps me keep going even when everything feels like it's descending into madness.
It's the only lifeline I have. To sit at the piano, or to just sit with my guitar, to play out the songs in my head, that helps. I don't know if Charles really understands that, but it's all I have. Nothing else helps.
[Charles interrupts] And when all else fails, I play him my music and do him some dodgy karaoke. That seems to cheer him up immensely.
[Andrew pushes him away] You can take your silly music and go elsewhere. I have things to do that don't involve you. I can't write songs when you're hovering over me like an over-protective angel. Now go down to the shops like you were supposed to do a couple of days ago so we can actually eat.
[Charles grins and leaves him alone. Andrew watches him go before turning back to his guitar, happy to have some quiet time to write.]
He can be such a nuisance some days, but I still live him. Maybe one day I'll write a song for him if he's nice to me.
Muses: Charles Firth and Andrew Hansen
Fandom: The Chaser RPF/uni-era AU
Word Count: 250
Disclaimer: Not true in any way, shape or form.