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Friday, February 3, 2012

Dustins last stand

Dustin a young father and husband life seems to be falling apart at the seems.He has always dreamed since he was a teen to be in a band that actually went somewhere. He was in a band called "The Reckless Tears".Him and his freinds had started it years ago and had been playing in bars for years. There music was primarily metal and punk and all it was about was the life of the party. They wanted that bad boy punk theme to them, Dustin, being the singer had numerous tattoos and piercing to perceive this image. Which made it hard for him to find jobs luckily there had been an opening at the Hot Topic located near town which meant he could keep his piercing. Unfortunately this job didn't pay him enough to support his family. His music career is not taking off like he had planned so he seemed hopeless.That night when he went home he begins talking to his wife she tells him how he is a terrible father.  All he ever cares about his stupid drunk ass friends and partying.He is still stuck in his teens and he cant even take of her. She tells him she is going to stay with her mother until Dustin can grow up and figure things out. She packs her stuff, takes cody, and leaves. Sitting alone in his apartment without his beautiful wife and kid,  Dustin sighs,  he feels his life is over. Dustin goes out that night and heads to the bar and drinks an excessive amount of alcohol. He lays on his bed and begins to think again which makes him more depressed so he heads to his closet and pulls out his 9mm pistol he keeps to protect his family. He takes another swig of alcohol from the bottle and presses the cold metal to his temple. A million thoughts run through his mind at once, and an image pops into his head. This image of him, his wife, and son out at a picnic enjoying the sun. His wife looks extremely beautiful in the sunlight just as of the day of his wedding. His son never so happy in his life. Another pictures pops in his head the image of his son and wife at her mothers enjoying a cup of hot chocolate with her mother. This image the one he was trying to keep away comes to him and a tear rolls down his eyes. He tightens the grip on the pistol and presses it further into his temple, his breath begins to become deeper and his heart rate increases. He is preparing himself for the whats next (CLICK). Dustin breaths out and the tears poor from his eyes he screams "WHY GOD WHY KEEP ME HERE I DO NOT DESERVE WHAT I HAVE". He sulks into the floor and notices a pencil he had thrown there from the night before. The pencil custom made with his band name on it. He grabs his notebook and begins to write his wife a letter saying nothing is worse then losing her. He will do what it takes to kep her and his son. He then writes down his emotions and sits and thinks to himself he gets a tone in his head so he grabs his guitar and begins to write verses and choruses of the events that have torn him apart in just one night. He then takes his letter to his wife and he rereads it.As he re-reads it another tone pops into his head one he has never even thought of or heard. He starts to play it on the guitar and a wave of emotion begins to wash over him. He is writing this song from his heart and sole. Dustin had learned many things that night. Its not about the look of your band the type of music you play it is about the story or struggle your song has to tell. The heart within the song. He also learned that fame and fortune is never what he wanted he wanted a beautiful loving family. Like the one he has right now. <3
Written By Trevor "Gidget"

1 comment:

  1. Kipp - I really like this character! I think you should keep working on him!

    Some things to consider:
    1. Keep your writing in one tense - either past or present
    2. Watch your spelling!
    3. Cover little periods of time rather than big - maybe you could write about what it was like for him when he got home from drinking or a terrible day of work at Hot Topic. Think small! :)

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