I Ran Into One Direction At An Airport... *ON HOLD* *UNDER MAJOR EDITING*

River Flows In You

Bella's point of view

The boys left after my waffle craving incident.  Liam said that he didn't want Niall and Louis to ruin me anymore.  Lindsey had agreed with him.  She that I was crazy enough with out those two helping me.  That didn't make Louis, Niall, and I very happy.  I locked myself in my room and I still haven't came out yet.  Lindsey's been yelling to through the door claiming that I won't last too long in here because I no food in food.  That is not true.  While she was still sleeping one day, I made a secret food stash in my room.  She still doesn't know about it yet.  Anyways ways I was starting to get bored in here.  I mean, come on.  I shut myself in my room with other electronics other than my iphone, my mac, and my ipod.  They can get really boring after being in the same room for the last five hours.  I already tried sleeping and for some reason my body is not tired and I'm always tired.  If I'm not tired, then some thing is bothering me and I don't know what that is at the moment.  I pace around my room while thinking about random things that pop into my head.  Waffles taste sooooo good!!!!!!!!!  And the syrup is soooo sticky.  Kind of like tree sap.  Poor trees.  They are forced to give up their sap for us to eat.  But their leaves are so green.  Green is an awesome color.  BUT it's not as awesome color as blue!!!!!!!!!!  Blue is the best color in the world.  Blue reminds me of the sky and the ocean.  Or any other body of water.  Water is so awesome and it's prettiful.  I love the rain.  The water is so clear.  Like a swimming pool.  I like swimming.  Jumping off a diving board is cool too.  I once won a trophy for diving off the high diving board at the local pool that was by house.  I was only 6 when I got it.  I got it because I was the youngest person to ever jump off that diving board while doing a flip.  Doing a flip on a trampoline is even better though.  Jumping on a trampoline is tiring.  Taking a nap is the best thing in the world.  Besides sleeping.  What is the difference between a nap and sleeping.  You are off in la-la land both ways.  La-la land.  La-la. La-la.  La-la-la-la-la-la-laaaaaa.  That is REALLY fun to say.  But a tongue-twister is even funner to say.  How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?  If a woodchuck could chuck wood, how much wood would a woodchuck  chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood.  Or the fuzzy wuzzy tongue-twister.  Fuzzy wuzzy was a bear.  Fuzzy wuzzy had no hair.  Fuzzy wuzzy wasn't very fuzzy.  Was he?  That one isn't a very good tongue-twister though.  I should start a petition to un-make that a tongue-twister.  NO!!!!!!!  Bad thoughts!!!!!!!  Then I would have to go all over the world to change that little non-tongue-twister into a rhyme.  I would have to learn over five more languages in order to go and change them all!!!!!!!!!!!!  WAIT A SECOND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  HOW IN THE HOLY HECK DID I GO FROM THINKING ABOUT WAFFLES TO RHYMES?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?  My thoughts are sooooooo confusing and messed up.  What can I do that calms me down?????  MUSIC!!!!!!!  I love music!!!!!!!!!!!!  WHERE IS MY VIOLIN!?!?!?!?!?!?!?  I mentally scream to myself as I scamper around the room looking for my violin.  I always bring my violin with where ever I go.  I need it to calm me down and to also play out what ever I'm feeling at the moment.  I spot it over in the corner of the room, hiding behind some blankets that Lindsey gave me when I first got here.  She claimed that her heater was going wacky and wasn't sure if it was gonna go out in the middle of the night or something.   I reach behind the mess of blankets and grab the handle to my violin case.  I take it out and then I lay it on my bed.  I open my case and then i take out my bow and rosin it.  I take out my violin and look around it.  Good.  Those stupid airport people didn't harm it.  I plucked all four of the strings to find that it was completely out of tune.  I tune it within five minutes.  I grab my bookbag that I used as my carry-on and look around for a beaten up black binder full of papers.  I pull it out of my bag and then I take out my stand and put together.  Now, all i need is a song to play.  I look through all of my music and then I check things off in my head.  Elements?  No.  Moon Trance?  No.  We found Love?  No.  Shadows?  No.  Phantom of the Opera?  No.   Spontaneous me?  No.  Lord of the Rings Medley?  No.  Song of the Caged Bird?  No.  What Child is This?  No.  On the Floor?  No.  Party Rock Anthem? No.  River Flows in You?  N- I start to think before the music flows back into my head.  The beauty of this song is amazing.  I pull it out of my binder and then I put it on the stand.  I pick up my violin and slip my chin rest on it.  I pick up my bow as I bring my violin up to my shoulder.  Then I breathe.  I close my eyes and relax for a few moments before I slip into the trance that music always gives me when I play my violin.  I imagine a harp playing it's solo before I come in.  I start swaying to the music as I begin to play.  I pour all of my feelings into the song.  I start to dance and move around my room in tempo with the music as I play.  I do a little twirl as I get to a slightly more energentic part of the song.  I close my eyes as I play the music off by memory and move around slowly.  I pull off the last with such happiness of playing my violin, that I actually sound good.   I set my violin and bow down as I rapidly grab the next piece of music closest to me.  I smile when I see the name Shadows at the top of the sheet music.  I leave my binder open just in case I want to play another song.  I get back into my playing position and then fall back in my music trance.  I close my eyes as I relax myself before I let go of everything.