Post by Teddy on Apr 20, 2014 10:48:20 GMT -5
POV: Fletch Kealoha
With my violin in hand, I made my way to the Strawberry Fields. The sun shone nicely down on camp, not a cloud in the sky, the usual scenery you would see on any normal day. Again, as usual, there were campers all around hanging out with friends or going about their daily activities.
I strummed the instrument lightly with my callused thumb as I walked, the strings vibrated as I did, creating a high pitched and quiet tone that could just barely be heard over the voices of busy demigods. I thought about what song to play this time. I was feeling in the mood for some Beatles. They were one of my favourite bands, and I especially liked making violin renditions of their songs.
There was a peaceful air around camp today, which, nowadays, was pretty rare. Everyone seemed to be focusing on other things like their friends, or just being happy in general, instead of Charlie and his plans against the Gods and Camp. I decided I would play a peaceful Beatles song.
The green fields dotted with red strawberries came into view, and I quickened my pace. The empty fruit bushes seemed almost lonely. They only ever had a few visitors a day, now that the Satyrs were gone and couldn't play them songs on their reed pipes. The only two regular visitors they got were my two friends Casper Firlie and Dean Rodgers. Casper was only able to visit when the Strawberries were dying and needed him to play them songs, and Dean visited when he had to pick them and ship them to New York City to sell them.
Once I had reached them, I took a seat in between the lines of plant, making the conscious decision to get dirt all over my but. Eh, I'd worry about that later.
I began to play Imagine by John Lennon, as opposed to a Beatles song. I thought it fit, seeing as there was a John Lennon Memorial in Central Park in New York that I always used to go to when I lived there. I played there sometimes, and got a lot of tips from people I hadn't planned to receive. It turned out to be a good way to earn a little bit of pocket money. After spending half the day in Central Park, Casper and I would usually walk to Times Square to go to our favourite Pizza Place, which only had a B ranking for cleanliness, but we didn't care. Casper would eat anything, and so would I, except I didn't have the excuse of being half goat.
I let all the old memories of hanging out in New York City come to me as I played. I was pulled from them, however, by a figure approaching me. He was pretty tall, and skinny, with short straight black hair and hazel eyes. I didn't think I had seen him around camp before, but then again, I saw so many people around camp it was hard to keep them all straight.
I lifted my chin from the violin and took it off of it's resting place on my shoulder to set the instrument in my lap. I held the bow with my left hand.
"Aloha," I greeted with a smile, though I was slightly surprised as to why he had decided to approach me. "What's up?"
With my violin in hand, I made my way to the Strawberry Fields. The sun shone nicely down on camp, not a cloud in the sky, the usual scenery you would see on any normal day. Again, as usual, there were campers all around hanging out with friends or going about their daily activities.
I strummed the instrument lightly with my callused thumb as I walked, the strings vibrated as I did, creating a high pitched and quiet tone that could just barely be heard over the voices of busy demigods. I thought about what song to play this time. I was feeling in the mood for some Beatles. They were one of my favourite bands, and I especially liked making violin renditions of their songs.
There was a peaceful air around camp today, which, nowadays, was pretty rare. Everyone seemed to be focusing on other things like their friends, or just being happy in general, instead of Charlie and his plans against the Gods and Camp. I decided I would play a peaceful Beatles song.
The green fields dotted with red strawberries came into view, and I quickened my pace. The empty fruit bushes seemed almost lonely. They only ever had a few visitors a day, now that the Satyrs were gone and couldn't play them songs on their reed pipes. The only two regular visitors they got were my two friends Casper Firlie and Dean Rodgers. Casper was only able to visit when the Strawberries were dying and needed him to play them songs, and Dean visited when he had to pick them and ship them to New York City to sell them.
Once I had reached them, I took a seat in between the lines of plant, making the conscious decision to get dirt all over my but. Eh, I'd worry about that later.
I began to play Imagine by John Lennon, as opposed to a Beatles song. I thought it fit, seeing as there was a John Lennon Memorial in Central Park in New York that I always used to go to when I lived there. I played there sometimes, and got a lot of tips from people I hadn't planned to receive. It turned out to be a good way to earn a little bit of pocket money. After spending half the day in Central Park, Casper and I would usually walk to Times Square to go to our favourite Pizza Place, which only had a B ranking for cleanliness, but we didn't care. Casper would eat anything, and so would I, except I didn't have the excuse of being half goat.
I let all the old memories of hanging out in New York City come to me as I played. I was pulled from them, however, by a figure approaching me. He was pretty tall, and skinny, with short straight black hair and hazel eyes. I didn't think I had seen him around camp before, but then again, I saw so many people around camp it was hard to keep them all straight.
I lifted my chin from the violin and took it off of it's resting place on my shoulder to set the instrument in my lap. I held the bow with my left hand.
"Aloha," I greeted with a smile, though I was slightly surprised as to why he had decided to approach me. "What's up?"
