Post by kadince tighe feldpausch on Jul 1, 2011 13:56:08 GMT -5
He walks in and throws his old bag to the ground. Grabbing the IPod from the kitchen, he runs to his room smiling in excitement. Kadince grabs his new sketch book flipping it to the first page and picks up a piece of charcoal. Hundreds of pictures under the bed in a box and lining the bedroom walls. This picture is different it has to be perfect. All lines are drawn slow and carefully with light shading to emphasize the beauty. Gently gliding his fingers across the paper he smears the charcoal creating a 3-d effect and a background. Every line is drawn fluent and neat like cursive letters. Any mistakes are erased, quickly dusted off, and covered by shading. Every stroke and curve is drawn by memory. After being inspired that much there was no choice but to get home and display it on paper. Two hours went by until the last few detailed strokes were finished.
Then Carmon came home and barged in the room without knocking like always. “I brought you some food” Carmon said as she threw the bag at him.
“Thanks a lot Car” he said sarcastically barley catching the bag and setting his sketch book aside. Chinese takeout wasn’t his favorite but Car enjoyed it and compared to her cooking it was practically a delicacy.
“Who’s the girl” she asked well putting chopsticks full of rice in her mouth.
“This girl that came into the bakery today. She ordered a vanilla cupcake with blueberry icing”
“Woo…. One, I meant what is her name and two, does this poor girl know your stalking her”
“I am not stalking her! She comes in every week and today I recommended the cupcakes I helped mom make.”
Car laughingly said “Ya so what is her name”
“I don’t know yet but she works at the dance studio across the street.”
“Hmm….well next time get her name, number, or something. If she is as pretty as your sketch then you should ask her out. Oh and tell aunt Nessa I said hi.”
“Thanks Car” he said rolling his eyes as she left the room. Then he picked up his guitar and started to play.
She's the kinda girl that you wanna come home to
The kinda girl that you never wanna leave
She's the kinda girl that she makes me wanna give her everything
She's the kinda girl that you wanna wake up to
The kinda girl that you always wanna please
She's the kinda girl that she makes me wanna be her everything
She's the kinda girl that you love to have fun with
The kinda girl that you know it's meant to be
She's the kinda girl that I wanna spend my life with honestly
~She’s My Kinda Girl by Runner Runner~
After putting down the guitar down the next few hours were spent on another sketch. Never before had this much inspiration rushed into his head and splattered onto paper. He had decided that this sketch book was going to be solely dedicated to her. Out of all the girls he flirted with and all the girls he had dated none stood out like her. No other girl had that certain spark that flowed from the curls in her hair, to her naturally tan florescent skin, and shot out from those electrifying brown eyes. She was like a butterfly in central park, colorful and always brightening his mood. Normally Kade couldn’t even stand being in the apartment for too long. He would feel trapped and claustrophobic but tonight was different the thought of going out without her was abhorrent. He absolutely abhorred the fact that there wouldn’t be another chance to ask her name for a week. The only thing that could be done was to get her face out of his head and on paper before the images were forgotten. He remembered every little detail of her face and had to sketch it so he could save it for latter. His biggest fear was losing the pictures in his mind of her elegant beauty in that dance outfit. The length of her hair kissing the middle of her back, with a nose and lips perfectly placed like puzzle pieces on her face. He longed to photograph her and knew he needed to capture her essence. “Maybe” he thought “if I could start with getting her name someday I would have the chance to take her picture.” No matter what though he was not about to lose her face.
i don't wanna lose your face
and i don't wanna wake up one day
and not remember what time erased
i don't wanna turn around
and i don't wanna lose your face...
i've got a picture of you in my bedroom
and i hope it never falls
i hope i never lose that feeling
i used to get when I see you
and then i wonder to myself
who are you, where are you, where you ever here at all?
i wish i could close my eyes and see you
i wish the sky had your face
and the oceans had your eyes
and the sunset had your lips
and i had you....~Your Face by Taylor Swift~
Now outside a rage, a loathe of thunder smacked down with pouring rain. He puts the sketch book under his bed and lies down. Her sweet smile rushes through his head repeating like a slide show. He closes his eyes smiling and falls asleep comforted by the sounds of the storm.
The Apartment is small but nice. There is a huge balcony overlooking the coast. Kade often looks out the ledge sometimes photographing the scenery. He day dreams of the people in his photos wondering about their stories and once in a while even making them up in is head. His room consists of an old bed, an Xbox with a TV in the corner, and a desk full of art supplies. On one wall is a collage of sketches and the other photographs. There is a closet that doesn’t quite shut all the way from a broken hinge. Under the bed lies more photography and art supplies. The apartment never felt like home to him but yet he was going to miss it. Carmon and his sister Brendly would be gone in a few months, getting their own apartment in Chicago. There was no way he could afford this place by himself so he plans on downgrading to a smaller place. New York is the holder of Kade’s heart. The parties, the lights, the culture is all great but only if he had someone to share it with. He wanted someone sweet who would ask him what he was thinking about, someone who could instantly put a smile on his face. If only he had a girl by his side to take around the city and talk for hours with. If only he knew the name of the dancer who came to “Nessa’s Pastries” on Tuesdays.
Then Carmon came home and barged in the room without knocking like always. “I brought you some food” Carmon said as she threw the bag at him.
“Thanks a lot Car” he said sarcastically barley catching the bag and setting his sketch book aside. Chinese takeout wasn’t his favorite but Car enjoyed it and compared to her cooking it was practically a delicacy.
“Who’s the girl” she asked well putting chopsticks full of rice in her mouth.
“This girl that came into the bakery today. She ordered a vanilla cupcake with blueberry icing”
“Woo…. One, I meant what is her name and two, does this poor girl know your stalking her”
“I am not stalking her! She comes in every week and today I recommended the cupcakes I helped mom make.”
Car laughingly said “Ya so what is her name”
“I don’t know yet but she works at the dance studio across the street.”
“Hmm….well next time get her name, number, or something. If she is as pretty as your sketch then you should ask her out. Oh and tell aunt Nessa I said hi.”
“Thanks Car” he said rolling his eyes as she left the room. Then he picked up his guitar and started to play.
She's the kinda girl that you wanna come home to
The kinda girl that you never wanna leave
She's the kinda girl that she makes me wanna give her everything
She's the kinda girl that you wanna wake up to
The kinda girl that you always wanna please
She's the kinda girl that she makes me wanna be her everything
She's the kinda girl that you love to have fun with
The kinda girl that you know it's meant to be
She's the kinda girl that I wanna spend my life with honestly
~She’s My Kinda Girl by Runner Runner~
After putting down the guitar down the next few hours were spent on another sketch. Never before had this much inspiration rushed into his head and splattered onto paper. He had decided that this sketch book was going to be solely dedicated to her. Out of all the girls he flirted with and all the girls he had dated none stood out like her. No other girl had that certain spark that flowed from the curls in her hair, to her naturally tan florescent skin, and shot out from those electrifying brown eyes. She was like a butterfly in central park, colorful and always brightening his mood. Normally Kade couldn’t even stand being in the apartment for too long. He would feel trapped and claustrophobic but tonight was different the thought of going out without her was abhorrent. He absolutely abhorred the fact that there wouldn’t be another chance to ask her name for a week. The only thing that could be done was to get her face out of his head and on paper before the images were forgotten. He remembered every little detail of her face and had to sketch it so he could save it for latter. His biggest fear was losing the pictures in his mind of her elegant beauty in that dance outfit. The length of her hair kissing the middle of her back, with a nose and lips perfectly placed like puzzle pieces on her face. He longed to photograph her and knew he needed to capture her essence. “Maybe” he thought “if I could start with getting her name someday I would have the chance to take her picture.” No matter what though he was not about to lose her face.
i don't wanna lose your face
and i don't wanna wake up one day
and not remember what time erased
i don't wanna turn around
and i don't wanna lose your face...
i've got a picture of you in my bedroom
and i hope it never falls
i hope i never lose that feeling
i used to get when I see you
and then i wonder to myself
who are you, where are you, where you ever here at all?
i wish i could close my eyes and see you
i wish the sky had your face
and the oceans had your eyes
and the sunset had your lips
and i had you....~Your Face by Taylor Swift~
Now outside a rage, a loathe of thunder smacked down with pouring rain. He puts the sketch book under his bed and lies down. Her sweet smile rushes through his head repeating like a slide show. He closes his eyes smiling and falls asleep comforted by the sounds of the storm.
The Apartment is small but nice. There is a huge balcony overlooking the coast. Kade often looks out the ledge sometimes photographing the scenery. He day dreams of the people in his photos wondering about their stories and once in a while even making them up in is head. His room consists of an old bed, an Xbox with a TV in the corner, and a desk full of art supplies. On one wall is a collage of sketches and the other photographs. There is a closet that doesn’t quite shut all the way from a broken hinge. Under the bed lies more photography and art supplies. The apartment never felt like home to him but yet he was going to miss it. Carmon and his sister Brendly would be gone in a few months, getting their own apartment in Chicago. There was no way he could afford this place by himself so he plans on downgrading to a smaller place. New York is the holder of Kade’s heart. The parties, the lights, the culture is all great but only if he had someone to share it with. He wanted someone sweet who would ask him what he was thinking about, someone who could instantly put a smile on his face. If only he had a girl by his side to take around the city and talk for hours with. If only he knew the name of the dancer who came to “Nessa’s Pastries” on Tuesdays.