.:*Nobody Wants to be Lonely*:.
~Chapter Two: She's All I Ever Had~
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A warning sign
I missed the good part then I realized
I started looking and the bubble burst
I started looking for excuses
Come on in
I've got to tell you what a state I'm in
I've got to tell you in my loudest tones
That I started looking for a warning sign
When the truth is
I miss you
Yeah the truth is
That I miss you so
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"There is something about music that keeps its distance even at the moment it engulfs us. It is at the same time outside and away from us and inside and part of us. In one sense it dwarfs us, and in another we master it. We are led on and on, and yet in some strange way we never lose control." The infamous words of Aaron Copland rung through David Gordon's head that sunny July afternoon. Gazing into the pale blue sky, he sighed and closed his eyes in retrospection. His muscular body lay upon the emerald grass, and his incapacity to move an inch was apparent. But three hours of marching would do that to you.
At the brink of high school, Gordo walked in those doors with books in his hands, a Ti-83 graphing calculator in his pocket, a deep love for learning in his heart, and the hope that the future that lie ahead would be better than his past in junior high. Little did he know that he would be sprung so quickly into a world where reality never set in and twelve hours of marching back and forth along the football field was considered "fun." Yes, David Gordon had become a "bando." And he was proud of it too. He had been insecure in many more ways than one, but by becoming a member of the Marching Griffins he finally belonged to a "family."
The world of high school marching band is anything but a piece of cake. Hours upon hours of merciless rehearsal are expected, and practice ranges from the scorching summer days to frigid winter nights. Requiring physical as well as mental stamina, membership in the Marching Griffins offered high school "misfits" the chance to belong. But that's what everyone needs isn't it? A high school student strives for a loving bond to be made with his companions, and Gordo found that in his fellow band members. The thing was none of this replaced "her." She was still gone.
Pulling his knees to his chest, Gordo thought back to the months that had passed. To everyone else, Dave (as his friends now called him) was one of the most happy-go-lucky guys at Lincoln East. Dave face was always lit with a smile, beckoning everyone and anyone to him. He grown much taller, reaching a surprising height of 5'11''. Appearance had become one his strong points, with his toned body and defined muscles along his figure. Girls began flocking to him, especially the freshmen. And yet, none of this mattered to him. On May 14, a two-minute phone call caused his world to come crashing down around him. He could recall what she had said as if it were yesterday. "Gordo, I love you but.I think we should see other people." Those twelve words haunted Gordo each and every night before he closed his weary eyes. For two weeks straight, he cried himself to sleep, gasping for breath and hoping that he would awake from this nightmare. But to his prevail, nothing happened. His life, his love, his everything was lost to him forever. Lizzie wanted nothing to do with him.or so he thought. Swept up in depression, Gordo set himself up for rejection. Over the course of June and July, he threw himself at girls to impress his blonde haired beauty. In his confusion, he was convinced that Lizzie would come running back into his arms and give their relationship a second chance. Little did he know that his plan would come back to haunt him.
Setting his sights on Amanda McKenna, Gordo fell "instantaneously" in love. She was nothing short than beautiful. Her sexy blonde highlighted hair fell delicately to her shoulders, giving off the aura of spunk and style Amanda was infamous for. Her tiny figure was full of curves, stopping guys dead in their tracks. She was every man's fantasy, and Gordo swept himself in her. Burying his life in her follies, he dedicated his summer to making Amanda happy. The two were seen painting the town red. Gordo spoiled that girl, and she loved taking advantage of her suitor. She had no intention of courting this young man whatsoever, but his obsession with her was too much to pass up. Lizzie saw right through the fake smile planted upon her face, and even approached Gordo about it. But by that time, he had plum forgot about his long lost love, and he was convinced that her accusations against Amanda were made in pure jealously. He couldn't have been so wrong. After three weeks of courtship, Gordo approached Amanda about the impending Homecoming that would soon arrive that year. In turning him down, she broke his heart and left the shattered pieces upon the floor. And unfortunately, Lizzie was not there during Gordo's time of need. Instead, she had fled in tears, too distraught in the sudden loss of him to be there to help. This time, they were finally over.
Tears clung to Gordo's eyes as he recalled these past events. Little to Lizzie's knowledge, he missed her so. The intelligence he possessed did little for him now, for he could not even think of a way to approach his angel in apology. Friends had told him to give up, and he tried. But he remembered something he had said to her in May.
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"Lizzie darling, I love you more than any man ever will, so help me God."
"Oh Gordo! *pulling him into a passionate kiss* Will you always love me?"
"Yes Lizzie, I will love you for always and forever. I will never let go."
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.He wasn't letting go. There had to be a way. There just had to! And with that, Gordo ran in haste to the practice field. Placing his trumpet "Amy" into its case, he clamored to the band room. Stashing his instrument in his locker, he grabbed a hold of his cell phone. His fingers graced the buttons in a flash. He had not dialed this number in such a long time, and yet his fingers knew the way.
*Ring! Ring! Ring!*
Hi everyone! It's me, Lizzie. You've reached my cellie! I'm sorry I'm not available at the moment, but leave me a message and I'll gladly get back with you all! ::kiss:: Love you all!
*Beeep!*
Taking a deep breath, Gordo lay himself on the line. It was all or nothing, and the time was now.
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I may not say it quite as much as I should
But when I say I love you, darling, that means for good
So open up your heart and let me in.
And I will love you 'til forever
Until death do us part, we'll be together
So take my hand and hold on tight
And we'll get there
This I swear
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And with that Gordo ended the call. Muttering to himself, "Third time's the charm," he walked out to his car and drove back home feeling more alone than ever.
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*Author's Note: Please don't take my earlier comments about Marching Band as offensive. Most of my friends are involved in this excruciating athletic activity and I have the utmost respect for it. I myself wish I had the time and dedication to take part in such a rewarding event, but instead I must stay in the symphony simply for time purposes.*
~Chapter Two: She's All I Ever Had~
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
A warning sign
I missed the good part then I realized
I started looking and the bubble burst
I started looking for excuses
Come on in
I've got to tell you what a state I'm in
I've got to tell you in my loudest tones
That I started looking for a warning sign
When the truth is
I miss you
Yeah the truth is
That I miss you so
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"There is something about music that keeps its distance even at the moment it engulfs us. It is at the same time outside and away from us and inside and part of us. In one sense it dwarfs us, and in another we master it. We are led on and on, and yet in some strange way we never lose control." The infamous words of Aaron Copland rung through David Gordon's head that sunny July afternoon. Gazing into the pale blue sky, he sighed and closed his eyes in retrospection. His muscular body lay upon the emerald grass, and his incapacity to move an inch was apparent. But three hours of marching would do that to you.
At the brink of high school, Gordo walked in those doors with books in his hands, a Ti-83 graphing calculator in his pocket, a deep love for learning in his heart, and the hope that the future that lie ahead would be better than his past in junior high. Little did he know that he would be sprung so quickly into a world where reality never set in and twelve hours of marching back and forth along the football field was considered "fun." Yes, David Gordon had become a "bando." And he was proud of it too. He had been insecure in many more ways than one, but by becoming a member of the Marching Griffins he finally belonged to a "family."
The world of high school marching band is anything but a piece of cake. Hours upon hours of merciless rehearsal are expected, and practice ranges from the scorching summer days to frigid winter nights. Requiring physical as well as mental stamina, membership in the Marching Griffins offered high school "misfits" the chance to belong. But that's what everyone needs isn't it? A high school student strives for a loving bond to be made with his companions, and Gordo found that in his fellow band members. The thing was none of this replaced "her." She was still gone.
Pulling his knees to his chest, Gordo thought back to the months that had passed. To everyone else, Dave (as his friends now called him) was one of the most happy-go-lucky guys at Lincoln East. Dave face was always lit with a smile, beckoning everyone and anyone to him. He grown much taller, reaching a surprising height of 5'11''. Appearance had become one his strong points, with his toned body and defined muscles along his figure. Girls began flocking to him, especially the freshmen. And yet, none of this mattered to him. On May 14, a two-minute phone call caused his world to come crashing down around him. He could recall what she had said as if it were yesterday. "Gordo, I love you but.I think we should see other people." Those twelve words haunted Gordo each and every night before he closed his weary eyes. For two weeks straight, he cried himself to sleep, gasping for breath and hoping that he would awake from this nightmare. But to his prevail, nothing happened. His life, his love, his everything was lost to him forever. Lizzie wanted nothing to do with him.or so he thought. Swept up in depression, Gordo set himself up for rejection. Over the course of June and July, he threw himself at girls to impress his blonde haired beauty. In his confusion, he was convinced that Lizzie would come running back into his arms and give their relationship a second chance. Little did he know that his plan would come back to haunt him.
Setting his sights on Amanda McKenna, Gordo fell "instantaneously" in love. She was nothing short than beautiful. Her sexy blonde highlighted hair fell delicately to her shoulders, giving off the aura of spunk and style Amanda was infamous for. Her tiny figure was full of curves, stopping guys dead in their tracks. She was every man's fantasy, and Gordo swept himself in her. Burying his life in her follies, he dedicated his summer to making Amanda happy. The two were seen painting the town red. Gordo spoiled that girl, and she loved taking advantage of her suitor. She had no intention of courting this young man whatsoever, but his obsession with her was too much to pass up. Lizzie saw right through the fake smile planted upon her face, and even approached Gordo about it. But by that time, he had plum forgot about his long lost love, and he was convinced that her accusations against Amanda were made in pure jealously. He couldn't have been so wrong. After three weeks of courtship, Gordo approached Amanda about the impending Homecoming that would soon arrive that year. In turning him down, she broke his heart and left the shattered pieces upon the floor. And unfortunately, Lizzie was not there during Gordo's time of need. Instead, she had fled in tears, too distraught in the sudden loss of him to be there to help. This time, they were finally over.
Tears clung to Gordo's eyes as he recalled these past events. Little to Lizzie's knowledge, he missed her so. The intelligence he possessed did little for him now, for he could not even think of a way to approach his angel in apology. Friends had told him to give up, and he tried. But he remembered something he had said to her in May.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Lizzie darling, I love you more than any man ever will, so help me God."
"Oh Gordo! *pulling him into a passionate kiss* Will you always love me?"
"Yes Lizzie, I will love you for always and forever. I will never let go."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
.He wasn't letting go. There had to be a way. There just had to! And with that, Gordo ran in haste to the practice field. Placing his trumpet "Amy" into its case, he clamored to the band room. Stashing his instrument in his locker, he grabbed a hold of his cell phone. His fingers graced the buttons in a flash. He had not dialed this number in such a long time, and yet his fingers knew the way.
*Ring! Ring! Ring!*
Hi everyone! It's me, Lizzie. You've reached my cellie! I'm sorry I'm not available at the moment, but leave me a message and I'll gladly get back with you all! ::kiss:: Love you all!
*Beeep!*
Taking a deep breath, Gordo lay himself on the line. It was all or nothing, and the time was now.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
I may not say it quite as much as I should
But when I say I love you, darling, that means for good
So open up your heart and let me in.
And I will love you 'til forever
Until death do us part, we'll be together
So take my hand and hold on tight
And we'll get there
This I swear
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
And with that Gordo ended the call. Muttering to himself, "Third time's the charm," he walked out to his car and drove back home feeling more alone than ever.
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*Author's Note: Please don't take my earlier comments about Marching Band as offensive. Most of my friends are involved in this excruciating athletic activity and I have the utmost respect for it. I myself wish I had the time and dedication to take part in such a rewarding event, but instead I must stay in the symphony simply for time purposes.*