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The Journey Of A [[Saxophonist]]; The Beginning
Topic Started: Sep 12 2007, 02:01 PM (130 Views)
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[size=1]Why was it that whenever you were in a rush to get out that food, namely grease, manages to creep onto your shirt?
Well, if you know the answer tell Teddy because boy would he like to know.


A white shirt lay, abandoned, upon Teddy's unmade bed a nasty streak of butter grease running down its left side. It would have been a hell of alot easier if he had just skipped breakfast altogether, but he had thought he'd make an extra effort today and look where that had got him.
"Jesus..." he growled, thick Irish tones entwining with the word.
Both of Teddy's hands were currently submerged in a thick pile of clean shirts, fingers brushing any aside that failed to go with his jeans. To be honest, Teddy was just being fussy, any colour goes with a pair of faded, torn at the knee jeans with a numerous number of chains and belts running round his waist and hanging from his hips.
Everyone knows that.
Still, Teddy had to find the right shirt, one that would match both his tie, which was still fastened around his neck, and jeans perfectly. He knew it was in here somewhere. It was just.....hiding.


Finally, Teddy's fingertips graced the shirt he was looking for. Identical to his other one, save the overly long sleeves, it matched the rest of Teddy's attire perfectly. Triumphant grin painted across his lips, Teddy slipped the shirt over his torso, fastening the buttons as fast as he possibly could before pulling his tie under his collar. There. Perfect. The Saxophonist took one last look in the mirror, adjusting any stray strands of hair. Happy with his appearence, Teddy plucked his satchel from his bedroom door handle and trotted down the stairs, sliding the satchel's strap over his head in the process.
"Jingle jangle," he sung under his breath as the group of chains erupted into song, the sound of metal upon metal making a suprisingly nice chime like noise. "Mmm, it sounds like Frankie's windchime," Teddy concluded, glancing down fondly at his array of waist accessories.


"Hey, Mum, I'm going," Teddy called into the house, not really fussed if he got a farewell hug or not.
A loud clatter of pots from the kitchen confirmed the fact that he was going to get that hug and probably one of those motherly good-bye kisses. Whoop-te-doo. Teddy waited in the hallway obiediantly, watching the door that led into the kitchen, knowing that his Mum would come stumbling out of it any second now. And there she was, drying her hands on an old rag of a teatowel, a small, sad smile upon his features.
"Don't look so sad, I'll come back," Teddy told her, giving a small umph sound as she enveloped him in a constricting hug. "Have you seen Frankie?" he asked, draping his arms round his Mum's back.
"No, I haven't, sorry," she replied, stepping backwards.
"Well, if you see her, could you tell her to come quickly, I can't leave without saying goodbye to my sister now, can I?"
"No, you can't."
"Mmm, I'll be in the front."


With all that needed to be said said, Teddy turned on his heels and headed for the front door, stooping down to pick up his Saxophone along the way. It may be awrkard to carry, but there was no way Teddy was leaving without it. He'd thought about the carrying problem a few weeks ago and therefore had designed, and made, a make-shift strap that hooked onto the instrument and was big enough to run across his body diagonally. With his satchel at the front and Saxophone at the back, Teddy resembled a small PackPony, but he didn't give a monkies. Giving his Mum one last wave, Teddy slipped out of the door into the crisp Autumn air that was currently covering the Opaddeka Region.


Freedom.
Boy, it felt good. A light smile etched across his lips, Teddy padded down the pathway, halting at the gate, hoping that his little sister would turn up soon.
"You weren't leaving without saying good-bye, were you Teddy?"
Speaking of the Devil....
"Why would I do that to my favorite sister?" he mused playfully, turning his soft, green eyed gaze upon the small figure that was his sister
"I'm only your favorite because I'm your only sister,"
Teddy gave a deep laugh, crouching down so he was at eye-level with the eleven year old.
"You'd be my favorite even if I had one hundred sisters."
"Really?"
"Don't act all innocent, you know you would be."
Frankie smiled, placing her hands on her brother's knees.
"Yeah, well, I had to check," she said, flashing Teddy a cheeky grin before running her palms over his hair.
Teddy rolled his eyes, squeezing Frankie's waist, making her squeal and recoil, allowing Teddy to stand upright.


"That's not fair," she mumbled, hugging her waist incase Teddy tried the trick again.
"I'm older so it is perfectly fair," Teddy replied bluntly.
Frankie gave a comical huff, wrapping her arms around Teddy's waist and resting her chin on his stomach. She gazed up at him with large eyes which had recently obtained a watery sheen.
"I'll get you something, don't worry,"
"You will?" Frankie replied, brightening immediately.
"Yeah."
Convinced that Teddy would be returning, the eleven year old released her brother.
"Say Adios to Bubbles for me,"
Frankie gave a small nod, watching with sad eyes as her brother hopped over the gate and walked, hands in pockets, down the road into the nearby Town, Saxophone catching the soft rays of the morning Sun.

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[size=1]Walk with me,[/size]
Let's walk into the night,
Jessica, will come with me tonight,
See the stars,
You mean so much so me,
To me.
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