Just Me, Myself and I {OPEN}

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I've got my ticket for the long way 'round
The one with the prettiest of views

Aleksi rolled over and found himself in open air. He flailed just as he hit the floor hard, feeling his breath get knocked out of him all at once, and he winced. So, sleeping on the couch was definitely not a good idea. Not only did he feel like an elephant had sat on him, but he had a crick in his neck and a cramp in his lower back from his former position. Note to self, get new couch. He sat up and rubbed the back of his head, and then his hip before he rose to his feet and turned to survey his most recent work. It wasn’t frightening in the least, though it did show his loft with an image of himself, and another. A woman. He frowned slightly, moving closer to the canvas and tracing light fingers over the dried colors that made up her form.

She was pregnant. He couldn’t tell roughly how pregnant, but it was just enough to be noticeable, and he frowned slightly. Pregnant. Who was this woman who was in his loft, who wasn’t his sister, mother, or any other woman he knew at the moment? He sighed and shook his head. Time would tell. He pulled out the black leather bound journal he used to document his visions. He described the scene in his notebook, his neat, scrawling writing jotting down the rough time of day, as well as how his loft was arranged, what pictures were where, and such. Once he’d finished, he put the journal in the top drawer of his nightstand, and locked it, pocketing the rather old fashioned key before grabbing his sunglasses, fedora, violin case, small sketchbook and his sketching tools before he started off.

Alek walked for a while until he found himself amidst the restaurants, and he found a nice bench beside one of the more active looking places. He’d long since approached the managers of nearly all the establishments, and had asked them if it would be alright if he played outside their buildings. He’d been careful to explain that he didn’t need the money, just that he enjoyed playing. Thankfully they’d agreed, most had been alright with it, so he had his fair pick of places to go to. He’d chosen a bench just under a willow tree beside one of the restaurants, and he pulled his violin out, setting it upon his shoulder before beginning to play. He played for some time, going from song to song, before he finally decided he would play one of his own songs.

He let the melody pick up, and carry himself away with it, the song pouring from his heart rather than from his mind, and he wasn’t exactly eager to finish. Aleksi did so anyways, and lowered the instrument to his lap, gazing around himself with a bit of curiosity upon feeling someone’s gaze upon him, lingering a bit longer than normal as he packed up his violin and music. He rose to his feet and looked up only to find someone standing before him.

NOTES :: None. ^^
MUSIC :: What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Stronger - Kelly Clarkson
WORDS :: 513
TAGS :: Open;

It's got mountains, it's got rivers
It's got sights to give you shivers