[shishou]

oh boy, I loved him but I barely used him.....

to win this kid, make a playlist for em! I really need to listen to new songs rip
please make sure all songs are cs friendly otherwise I will skip your entry!!
other than that, you may go wild! put your imagination to it as long as you include
the prompt :> no skeleton form for this one either

end date is 22nd 25th of oct

[nermal1999]

username; nermal1999

kalon name; Max (or) Shawn
Gender; Male
Playlist;
Stand out (Goofy Movie)
Eye to eye (Goofy Movie
endless possibilities ( bowling for soup)
On my way ( Phil Collins)
Somewhere only we know (Cover by: max schneider and elizabeth gillies and Kurt Schneider)
True color's cover ( cover by: justin timberlake and anna kendrick)
Run wild (Laney Jones
Stand ( Rascal Flatts)
My wish ( Rascal Flatts)
What hurts the most ( Rascal Flatts)
Unbelievable (Owl City)
When can I see you again (Owl City)
Good Time (Owl City)
Who says you can't go home (Bon Jovi and Jennifer Nettles)
Counting Stars / apologize / good life / secrets (OneRepublic: cover by: anthem lights)


Extras;
Thank you so much for the opportunity
Good luck everyone!!

Link to borders
Music Notes
Music Bar
Music Note sheet

[Guest]

res for this kiddo 2 :'>

[lutz]

" rock n' roll don't come from your brain ! "

( ☜ click ) username fourth name kicker evanston gender male
...................STEEL-TOED BOOTS (1)
"hey, what's that?" she said, with a tone that only a fool could decipher. she waited a moment for
a response, as she could tell that Kick was immersed in whatever it was he was doing ( which
seemed like nothing at all ).
"what do you think it is, you moron? it's a tape." Kick didn't bother to turn around and face Elea-
nor.
"gosh, Kick, i knew that. i was just trying to start a friendly conversation. i wanna know what's on
the thing."
"man, i dunno how you think barging into my bedroom without my permission is friendly in any
way whatsoever."
"i guess it's not, Kick. i guess it's not. what's on your tape?"
"music is what's on the tape."
"gosh, Kick. Kicker Gene Evanston! Kicker Gene Evanston's got a tape, with music on it! who
would've known?"
"yeah, yeah, whatever. it's not like you'd like what's on it."
"you think i wouldn't like your tape?"

"yeah, Eleanor, i think so."
"you really think so?"
i really think that you wouldn't like my tape." Kick paused for a moment and turned towards Eleanor. "why are you here, anyways?"
"your mom wanted me to come over and help with dinner. i just wanted to say hi."
"yeah, well, you've said hi, so you can leave my room now."
"y'know, you can't keep denying that you love me." Eleanor paused and smiled. "bye, Kick. make me a copy of your tape."
'what a prick', Kick mumbled to himself as he fiddled with the cassette in his hand. he was sitting at his desk, and it was nearly six
o'clock. his window was wide open, and the sun was letting its looms of gold seep through the world in to his bedroom, and he felt
the soothing cool breeze dance in his hair and on his eyes as he sat, thinking about nothing in particular. after a few moments of
clarity within the silence, he decided that he was going to complete the final steps of making his mixtape. he opened his box of j-
cards and carefully lifted one out on to his desk. he opened his drawer of collage-making materials and flipped through a few
magazines until he had a selection big enough to complete a simple cover for his tape. when Kick had nearly finished making a
cover for any of his tapes, the last step was always to add his trademark: a simple graphic drawn on to the back of the j-card which
reads "KICK RECORDS, Goreville, IL. contact Kick Evanston for further details". he etched the logo in place, then folded and slid the
paper into a plastic case that he had fetched from his shelf. 'it's done,' Kick thought to himself. 'it's my birthday tomorrow.'
................... ENVY SUMMER (2)

Kick slid the tape into Itzel's stereo, thinking not of anyone but himself. "do you like me?" he said with a
tender sigh, not knowing what to expect of an answer.
"yeah, i like you," said Itzel, waiting for Kick to press play. "it's your birthday today, so of course i like you."
"would you like me if it wasn't my birthday?"
"shut up. i hate you." Itzel reached across Kick's body and switched the tape to side B. he pressed play.
Kick was tired, more tired than he had been in months. he always remembered his birthdays in a haze.
they seemed as though they were doomed to be tired days. on the bed at 4:30 PM, he knew that it was a
day like any other, and he knew that all he was supposed to do was lost in some sort of chlorine-filled
rulebook and briefcase. none of his thoughts were ever coherent, not on a day where he was in the right
place. he kept picturing something vaguely archaic and vast, but as soon as it was close to realization,
the minutes had passed and the tape stopped playing. he didn't notice when Itzel nearly stepped on his
.......guts switching it back to side A.
"why's the thing so damn short?" said Itzel, forever unknowing.
"it's got fifteen songs on it, one for each year of my life. it's my birthday present."
"y'know, Kick, you really are a damn loser. all these tapes and you never damn filled one up properly. it's a shame, Kick. you ought
to realize all of the things you're doing wrong."
................... FOREVER JEZEBEL END (3)
KICK'S COOL DIARY
July 27 8pm whatever
Today was my birthday. I think sometimes about how every day is my birthday, because of how we all get older ever day. Although I'm
not certain that I'll age any longer. I've done so much of that already. I made a tape and it seemed like the antagonist of my day today.
God, I'm insufferable. Not in a bad way. I just don't think I'm ought to be around people in talking and all. I don't even know what I'm
saying, half the damn time. It's crazy, right. I got all these CDs and stuff and they're cool and all but I feel like they're the only
thing I can understand. I didn't even get to go to the Dollar General today. I want a pet bunny or something. That'll make me feel like
I can care for something. I don't know. Sometimes I think I should return that guitar I stole but I don't even know where it came from
or who it should belong to. Man, I kinda just wish I lived alone or something. I don't know. I don't know anything. Nothing at all. It's
weird. Today is weird, and yesterday too, maybe even tomorrow. God, I think I'm gonna make pancakes.

SIGNED-OFF
KICKER KICKER KICKER

[S-S-Sweets]

Markin,, a bunch of songs come to mind when lookin' at this kiddo aaa

[castiiian]

lil res maybe

[magnapinna]

mm,mark

[HoneyLavender࿐]

Mark

[SilhouetteStation]

maybe mark

[Mnemosyne]

mark!