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[BLAZE JACKSON REED]

The early morning gray broke through the window. An eye opened slightly, noticing the early gray. Must of been pretty late in the morning really. Rubbing the sand out of his eyes, a man rose from the bed. His room was empty, room-mate must of woke up earlier. Blaze didn't care really. it was too early in the morning to care about anything. Gripping last nights half a beer. Sipping it ever so gently, Blaze moved off his bed. Ragging alcoholic much? Blaze didn't care, it was only a old half a beer.

Slipping on his Iron Maiden T, and torn jeans, he left the room. Walking down the hallway, giving a nod to the people he seen. He went into the Den, quiet as he entered. For once there wasn't a crowd of people. Taking a spot on the couch, bring his pick across a string. The sound of the guitar moved through the den. It was peaceful sound. Again Blaze strummed, moving his finger across the strings. Forming them to notes he began to play.

The sweet sound of Rusty Cage came out of the guitar. Normally it sounded hard and tough, but thanks to the acoustic, it came off as peaceful and mellow. Blaze cleared his throat real quick, and began to sing.

"You wired me awake,
And hit me with a hand of broken nails.
You tied my lead and pulled my chain,
To watch
my blood begin to boil.

But I'm gonna break,
I'm gonna break my,
Gonna break my rusty cage and run.
I'm gonna break,
I'm gonna break my,
Gonna break my rusty cage and run.

Too cold to start a fire.
I'm burnin' diesel, burnin' dinosaur bones.
I'll take the river down to Stillwater,
And ride a pack of dogs.

I'm gonna break,
I'm gonna break my,
Gonna break my rusty cage and run.
I'm gonna break,
I'm gonna break my,
Gonna break my rusty cage and run.

When the forest burns along the road,
Like God's eyes In my headlights,
When the dogs are lookin' for their bones,
And it's rainin' icepicks on your steel shore,

I'm gonna break,
I'm gonna break my,
I'm gonna break my rusty cage and run.
I'm gonna break,
I'm gonna break my,
Gonna break my rusty cage and run.

I'm gonna break,
I'm gonna break my,
Gonna break my rusty cage and run.

I'm gonna break,
I'm gonna break my,
Gonna break my rusty cage and run.

Song: Rusty Cage ;; Johnny Cash version[/center][/size]

[CHARLOTTE LOUISE TAYLOR]

Charlie rolled over, looking at her clock with sleepy eyes. Sighing, and deciding she had slept quite long enough, she got up and dressed, pulling a hoodie over her head to finish it off. Her reflection in the mirror caught her attention and she almost laughed at her ridiculous head of hair. In a strangely optimistic mood, she grabbed her brush and quickly pulled it her mop back into a pony tail. Content with this, she slipped on some shoes and decided to go see what could do. In the back of her mind she knew she should study for her Math test but at the moment this wasnt a very tempting thought. So instead she quietly made her way down the hall and into the den.

Charlotte quietly slipped into the small kitchen to find something to eat. Content with a package of poptarts, she was about to put one in the toaster when she heard music. Music that sounded good. Forgetting the toaster, she wandered curiously back to the den -poptarts in hand- where a boy had seated himself on the couch with a guitar and was singing. She didnt mean to stare, or stalk him, or anything creepy, and she was one hundred percent focused on his song. The last bit just repeated several times and without realizing it she broke into a harmony, snapping her mouth shut and blushing when it was suddenly over and she realized what she had been doing.

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[BLAZE JACKSON REED]

Blaze loved the sound that he was making. The more peaceful side of tough sounding songs was great. Blaze would just sit down soemtimes and just play any old song on acoustic. No matter how tough and mean it sounded. He loved changing it from tough to peaceful. It sounded beautiful. Witgh that, he finished his song. But then he still heard the tune coming from a girl. His attention quickly turned to the girl. If there was one thing Blaze loved, it was an audience. Made him push himself to do his best.

With the attention now turned to the girl. Blaze could not help but just simply smile. Strumming once again on his guitar. Moving fingers across the strings once again. The sound was sweet and easy-going. His eyes gestured her over, hopping she wasn't as shy as she seemed. Bringing a song that everyone knew and loved.

All the, small things
True care, truth brings
I'll take, one lift
Your ride, best trip

Always, I know
You'll be at my show
Watching, waiting,
commiserating

Say it ain't so, I will not go,
turn the lights off, carry me home
Na, na...

Late night, come home
Work sucks, I know
She left me roses by the stairs,
surprises let me know she cares

Say it ain't so, I will not go,
turn the lights off, carry me home
Na, na...

Say it ain't so, I will not go, turn the lights off, carry me home
Na, na·

Say it ain't so, I will not go, turn the lights off, carry me home

Keep your head still, I'll be your thrill, the night will go on, my little windmill

Say it ain't so, I will not go, turn the lights off, carry me home

Keep your head still, I'll be your thrill, the night will go on, the night will go on, my little windmill

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[CHARLOTTE LOUISE TAYLOR]

This guy looked like one of those tough kids who could easily tear her to pieces. She had been worrying that maybe he would be angry or cynical or something but he just gestured she should come over and kept playing. This time it was a song she knew. She smiled a little and slowly made her way over, sitting down on the couch far enough away so that she could sit sideways and watch him play. Since music was so important to Charlie, whenever she came across other people who seemed to need it too, she was fascinated. Plus she'd never played a guitar before and he played very well.

The gentle sound the accoustic-ness gave the songs, even if they were supposed to be heavier or more up beat, it was soothing and any tension Charlotte might have had trying to actually speak to him yet, was washed away in the melody as she joined her voice with his again, harmonizing on the chorus. She liked the way they sounded together and realized she'd never really sang with anyone before. Plus the fact they didn;t know each other yet she was sitting here singing a song with him was pretty much a miracle in itself. It was really cool for her, this sort of musical connection with a stranger.

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[BLAZE JACKSON REED]

Blaze continued to play. Singing with the song everyone knew. His light smile and happy feeling kept the song going. Listening to her voice, it made Blaze feeling something he felt every time he saw Dallas. Making people happy was something Blaze was good at. Making his ego just boost up, like he needed it. Blaze's strung the last note, holding it roughly. Making it sound even more beautiful. Keeping his smile and looking towards the girl once more.

"What ya think?" Blaze spoke, in his usual tone. Looking upon the girl, he was hoping for a smile. He liked it when he made people smile. His trade mark smile was shinning brightly and happily as ever. Moving his hand off the guitar and showing his friendlyness, he held it there. "Names Blaze." He spoke once again, trying to be friendly.

[CHARLOTTE LOUISE TAYLOR]

"I think that was cool," Charlie did smile a little, sheepishly up at him. She went to shake his hand but forgot she was holding the poptarts. Blushing, she quickly switched and eventually shook his hand. "I'm Charlotte." she replied, "You play really well," It was a lot of words for her first conversation with this guy, but she was feeling a little tiny boost of confidence from the things they already had in common before even speaking to each other. He seemed really friendly too, despite his potentially mean exterior. Charlotte was learning new things every day - today it was not to judge people by how they look.

[BLAZE JACKSON REED]

Blaze liked it when people liked what he was playing. Looking at her smile, Blaze couldn't help but keep his smile. Through his smile, he couldn't help but also laugh. He noticed the poptart come towards his extended hand. With that, a nice steady handshake for the start of a new friendship. That was always great to have. Blaze didn't know where he would be without his "Friends" back in the day. Charlotte eh? It was a nice sounding name.

"Why thank you." Blaze replied to her generous comment. Boosting his ego a little more, that was always a good thing. Giving the guitar a nice firm strum, and looked at Charlotte once again. "Would you like to hear another one?" Blaze asked. Strumming his guitar once again.

[CHARLOTTE LOUISE TAYLOR]

Charlotte was enjoying how happy and pleasant the boy seemed. She really got lucky. If he was any other "rocker" around the school she'd probably have been completely humiliated by now. She nodded enthusiastically in response to his question "Yeah," she smiled back, unable to help it. his was contagious. "I like the guitar... but i just play piano and sing" she added,

[BLAZE JACKSON REED]

Ah, the piano, one of the things Blaze has always wanted to learn. "I would be an honor to hear you play it." He spoke, smiling like usual. Moving his hands into position for the son g he was thinking of. The continues smile, he strummed another note. Getting more fluent with his strumming. He began the song. Moving his finger across the acoustic was soothing, and thus the song began.

"Warm yourself by the fire, son,
And the morning will come soon.
Ill tell you stories of a better time,
In a place that we once knew.

Before we packed our bags
And left all this behind us in the dust,
We had a place that we could call home,
And a life no one could touch.

Dont hold me up now,
I can stand my own ground,
I dont need your help now,
You will let me down, down, down!

Dont hold me up now,
I can stand my own ground,
I dont need your help now,
You will let me down, down, down!

Down!

We are the angry and the desperate,
The hungry, and the cold,
We are the ones who kept quiet,
And always did what we were told.

But weve been sweating while you slept so calm,
In the safety of your home.
Weve been pulling out the nails that hold up
Everything youve known.

Dont hold me up now,
I can stand my own ground,
I dont need your help now,
You will let me down, down, down!

Dont hold me up now,
I can stand my own ground,
I dont need your help now,
You will let me down, down, down!

So open your eyes child,
Lets be on our way.
Broken windows and ashes
Are guiding the way.

Keep quiet no longer,
Well sing through the day,
Of the lives that weve lost,
And the lives weve reclaimed.

Go!

Dont hold me up now,
I can stand my own ground,
I dont need your help now,
You will let me down, down, down!

Dont hold me up now,
I can stand my own ground,
I dont need your help now,
You will let me down, down, down!

Dont hold me up
(I dont need your help, Ill stand my ground)
Dont hold me up
(I dont need your help)
No! No! No!
Dont hold me up!
(I dont need your help, Ill stand my ground)
Dont hold me up!
(I dont need your help)
Dont let me down, down, down, down, down!

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Blaze sang with passion. His voice stronger than ever. It was a song that ghe felt he related too. Though he wasn't a refugee, he felt like it, running away from his home, coming to somewhere new. It was basically the same scenario, just with little differences.