Because I Can [Skunk]

[LILIKA ANNA DAVIS]

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•••-- It was like house arrests or worst. She was trapped in this stupid office building. She wasn’t even allowed to go to interviews they had to go to her. Things were crazy right now since the whole fight between her and Ben got out to the public. The headlines were crazy and things being said about the two were about ten times worst then anything she had been pulling off before. Ben was being a total bitch about the whole thing too. She even had to call a stupid press conversance the next day to clear all the ‘miss readings’ of what was really happening. Both Lilika and Ben and to speak and so on. Although that didn’t stop the whole being pushed into the car by her guards as she screamed from getting onto youtube then to the news. It was totally crazy, and she wanted a drink.

Walking down the long hallways of the main office building where Ben worked and recorded all her stuff and many other artist works she was humming softly to herself a tune that was totally random. No song to it, no idea behind it, just pure boredom. It had already been along day and it was only lunch time right now. Letting her hands move up into her hair she started to pull it back into a ponytail. Her eyes got a small glance of the three guards that were following her, they were not her guards but Ben’s. They were there to make sure Lilika didn’t slip away or do anything stupid. She needed to stay low for some time until this whole thing blew over. In Lilika’s mind it would blow over much faster if she just kept doing her own thing.

A sigh left her glossy lips as she turned down a hallway, she was making her way to the normal everyday lunch room. She felt like a normal crappy person for once and hated it. She was so used to being so high on life that it was not cool for her to do things that normal people did. She wanted to eat in the room that Ben had her locked up in but he had some stupid meeting or something that was going to be happening in that room so she was being shifted to the staffroom. Lovely eh? She’d rather just go home but that was no good for him either, he needed to keep an eye on her for a little before he could trust her on her own.

Glancing over her shoulder she look at the closest man, the one in the middle of the three. “Do you guys still have my stuff? Or did I leave it in the room.” She asked and they all looked at each other the two in the back shrugged. Frowning deeply she knew that her guards would have been smart enough to grab it. Lilika was forgetting stuff all the time, her body guards were not just there to guard her but to make sure she didn’t lost anything or do something stupid. Well to everyone else she was doing stupid stuff but what so wrong with going to a few parties here and there? What’s wrong with hitting up the club or going to a bar to drink? Nothing in her mind she was freakin’ twenty-three that was what her age group was doing so why shouldn’t she.

Groaning slightly she turned around. “I’ll have to go back and grab that you guys can stay here I’ll be like two minutes and if not you can call me I still have my phone on me.” She said before making her way through the hallways at a quick jog. The three men yelled at her to wait well one went running after her. Glaring over her shoulder she hated being followed like this, so she was going to trick them take the long way and make them have a reason to trust her. So as she ran down the hallway she turned a corner and quickly ducked into a room. Breathing heavily she pressed up against the door and listened and waited she kept her eyes on the door knob to see if he was going to come in. Only he ran right by, smiling to herself she turned around and pressed up onto her toes to see through the small window in the door. They were gone and she had own. “Ha! Take that ya stupid control freaks.” She said to herself before grabbing the handle getting ready to leave and take a different way back to her cage.

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Tagged; Skunk
Words;773
Lyrics;We R Who We R -- Kesha
Notes; <33

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[SKUNK]

and this is the smile,

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"Fuck."

"Fuck."

"Fuuuuuuck!"

Skunk's eyes clenched as he rested his head against the neck of his guitar, his teeth gritting together as he tried to keep his cool. He kept slipped up on the fret, touching it when he went to press down on the string. He had been playing guitar for as long as he could remember, but he kept messing up. He had all the notes right and correct, he knew he did, but that stupid fret bar... With a sigh, he pulled off, turning his guitar to rest back in his lap. Letting his fingers glide up and down the neck for a moment, his right hand plucking at the strings randomly, he got back into his groove and set his left hand in the proper place. He started to play the beginning of Wait and Bleed by Slipknot, his fingers going over what he was voicing in his head, getting each note on time. He'd be halfway through the intro, and his finger would press against the bar in the slightest way, and Skunk's frustration would seep out agian. He couldn't keep track at how many times he's sworn in that recording studio. One of the reasons why he didn't practice around children; they'd be corrupted within minutes.

It was a good thing he wasn't practicing for a song that his band was putting together, because at this rate, Skunk would've been ready to quit the song altogether. He was too determined, and far too stubborn, to take a break from the song for long, however. He wanted to get it, the guitarist in him was a little offended that it was taking him so long. After restarting once more, he propped his right leg up a bit more, allowing the bass of his guitar to lift as well, giving his right wrist more room to work with. At first, he took the notes slow, watching directly at the finger that kept fucking up, making sure to place it in the proper place. As soon as he did, he restarted once more, going a little faster, though his eyes continued to start at that specific finger. It was starting to work, like he was scaring his finger into behaving with his brain waves and doing exactly what he wanted it to. It was good for his stress, however, which was slowly starting to die down with each time he achieved his goal.

In a few more minutes, he was no longer watching where he placed his fingers, and he was reclining in his chair once more. Propping his legs up, he strummed with each finger placement, eyes closed, singing the songs lyrics underneath his breath to guide his sounds. His left hand glided up and down the neck of the guitar, his fingers blazing across the strings, knowing the song like the back of his hand. The fingers on his right hand weren't phased by the strumming, having the proper callouses needed to play without a pick whenever he decided not to. When he paused, he let go of the neck to lean over towards the buttons panel, turning the volume up a bit for the speaker that was amplifying his guitar's sounds. He had just been about to take a few strums to test it out when Lilika came out of no where, crashing into the recording room, nearly causing Skunk to tumble out of his chair, guitar and all. His eyes widened as he looked at her, clenching his guitar to his chest as though she were going to try and take it from him, waiting for her to glance over and see him sitting there. Watching as she grabbed for the handle again, he started to relax his arms. Unfortunately, his right leg slipped a bit in its position, and the movement caused his guitar to whine, some of the strings vibrating from it.

"Motherfucking fucksakes!"

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_{TAG lilika
WORDS 664
OUTFIT right hurr
NOTES this only took me 2348243242 years.
LYRICS so far away . staind}