Trying to be inspired...

[lauren]

Lauren cracked the door to the classroom an inch. A quick scan showed it was empty. She pulled a chair out and sat down. She held a bulging folder in her arms. As Lauren set it down, a potpourri of photographs, sketches, playbills, cards, fliers and sheet music poured out. She closed her eyes and fished around in the pile. After a few minutes, her hand finally closed around a picture. Lauren looked into the picture and stared at a fifth-grade version of herself. The dress she was wearing was a hideous olive green,(school colors, gotta love 'em)and made all the girls in the picture look fat. Not much inspiration could be drawn from it, but it always made Lauren laugh. She brought a pencil and paper out of her bag and started to scribble.

[lauren]

Lauren wrote when she had nothing else to do. Most of it was trash, but there were always those songs that were worth keeping. Tunes came naturally to her, but words? Those were always harder. Lauren tossed ideas around in her head. She had three main ones that dominated her thoughts. They were kind of like those kids in class who wave their arms like palm trees until they get called on. Also, another problem was that while she could start writing a song strong, she could never really finish it. When she was still in the band, Lauren hadn't really taken part in much of the song writing. Now she was paying for quitting the group.