Alexandrea Jane Scott.
Age:17
Status:Single
Sexuality:Bisexual
Where:The Park
With:Bre
"I put my music out there though. I caught the preforming bug." Alex laughed, her gaze dirfting back down to her guitar. "Yes, Brooklyn. And Sure... Only because I love this song..." She took a deep breath, readying her fingers to preform it as she'd done many times before, singing both roles in the song. She then began somewhere in the middle.
"Well it's the story of the two, always on the move, they got nothin' left to loose, 'sept they guns and their wounds, down and 'cross the border, Sherif's possey on 'they tail, they'd rather die together than be stuck up in a cell. --They drank up all the whiskey and they partied every night, like it could be the last, the bounty said to shoot on sight... Whoa-oa-oa... Whoaa, whoaa. I said I think that we can stay here, cause i feel our time has come. And we can walk down to the ocean and sit with the rising sun. Unpack your back this instant, so more runnin' from town to town. And now that we've arrived so safely, you can lay me down. Lay me down, lay me dow-wn. Your my green eyed girl, and I've been runnin' 'round with you, it's the afternoon, and we got nothin' left to do. So wipe the dirt of, lay the hurt off, 'said its hot out side, lemmie go swimmin in your eyes-..." The song came to an abrupt hault as Alex learned a string to her guitar had given in with the last strum, whipping back and catching Her across her hand as a lovely surprize. Alex took in a sharp breath, jumping as she was torn from her trance.