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Post by booker lindsay on Feb 2, 2008 22:02:36 GMT -5
 My dearest friend You'll soon begin to love again To love again _______________________ It was funny coming from the South and then to England. The transition was this weird thing that made Booker wonder how people did it. Like in the South you needed one maybe two winter coats tops. Vee had brought him shopping for winter coats before they left for Hoffman he didn't understand why, he just thought she was over reacting to the whole moving to England thing. However he was glad that she looked out of him because if she hadn't he probably would have been freezing his ass off as of now. It was just fall and it was already colder than most winter days back in Tennessee. He'd been an idiot to dress in his skin tight shirt this morning, although he thanked god that he wasn't stupid enough not to grab the black jacket off the back of his desk chair. It wasn't just the weather that was confusing Booker these days, his classes were a bit over his head. It wasn't that he was stupid or anything, Booker was actually a fairly smart boy, he'd been home schooled for most of his life so he tended to get stuck on one subject for quite a while before he finally got off of it. That's probably the reason why he had just focused on the whole writing lyrics and bits of guitar rifts and none of the actual music theory of the things. This is what Hoffman seemed to be about, the theory of music and it's techniques. It didn't bother Booker so much, he liked learning new things. It's just that he didn't think that this was the kind of thing he needed to learn to be the kind of singer he wanted to be. I guess in the long run if he didn't become a rock and roll star he would always....well he wasn't quite sure what he would do. He had just gotten out of music theory class, a bit confused but he tucked his books underneath his arm and pulled the collar of his coat up to his chiseled cheeks. He sat down on one of the stone benches pulling out his books. All the notes on the page just seemed to melt together and Booker shut his books with a snap. Then he started doing his favorite thing to come up with lyrics, he mumbled to himself. Valentine never mentioned it to him anymore, he guessed she had gotten so use to it that she was immune to his mumbling. He ran a hand through his shoulder length hair and whistled through his teeth for a moment, and quite mumbling. He was still trying to remember what classes he had with Vee and when she had her off period. Even though they were in the same major they never seemed to see each other much. He told himself it was probably just the routine of things, and it would smooth out sooner or later
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