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Post by WINN HOLDEN BRANTON. on May 27, 2009 16:47:12 GMT -5
It wasn't that Winn was particularly angry, But it definitely felt good to get a little bit of negative energy out. He'd been introduced to a whole new world of music by Colin, his 'step-father,' (if you could call the nineteen year old that) who was into 'that heavy shit,' as his mum like to call it endearingly. Winn was no metalhead- one could tell just by looking at him- but there were quite a few... almost-screamo bands that have since worked their way into his ipod.
And that was what he was listening to now. Energetic and angry... He had woken up this morning in an inexplicable bad mood, and this seemed to help. Now he was just... a little hyper, if you could call it that. He felt the need to jump into a crowd of angry people, join in on a fight. It wasn't really an emotion he was familiar with, but it didn't feel all that bad. It gave him a smirk.
He walked through the lonely halls with the white cords snaking down his neck, bobbing his head slightly to the rhythm of the screaming guitar, the machine gun bass line... He didn't like the stuff that incessantly screamed, the singer needed to do just that at least half of the time- sing. But that added throaty pig squeal... Yeah, it added to the music. It wasn't something you'd think he'd be listening to- hell, it even sort of surprised him.
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