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"Hallucinogenics" -Matt Maeson
June 10th, 2006 1:25pm
A quiet breeze whispers its way through the moors, carrying the perfume of early summer: sun-baked grass, wild apple, salt and sand from a river's shore. The leaves of the birch trees shiver as the wind passes through its skinny branches.
The brook bubbles and churns like water in a cauldron over an open fire, the noisy babbling a harmony to the cicadas' unrelenting melody. The afternoon sun soaks the rolling hills in a wash of pale gold light.
Your eyes loomed over the crew, everyone in their own little groups of chatter in the gazebo. You closed your car door, eyes on you now.
A shy smile formed on your face, Brian's grin one-upping yours by a mile. "Hey, Alex, I brought some of the tapes you talked about?" Your statement came out more like a question. "You uh, were talking about this kind and how you were running low, so I brought some my brother had. They don't have anything on them."
Alex's eyes looked down to the plastic bag filled with tapes in your hand, a satisfied expression forming on his face.
"Well, glad somebody around here is being productive." He crossed his arms. You're unable to tell if he actually meant that or not—Alex bring a rather unreadable person unless he's upset.
"Yeah," you rubbed the back of your neck as your other hand passed the bag to the much taller man. "I just thought it'd be nice."
"What ever happened to that one camera Charlie had? I think it was like a camcorder?" Brian asked, leaning against the aged wood of the gazebo.
"I think he might've given it to me at one point. I probably have it shoved in a box somewhere under my bed." You chuckled, mind subconsciously trying to figure out where you last left it.
"Anyhoo, did yah' remember to bring your script this time?" Brian's eyes taunted you as he spoke. Though yours fought back. "Yes, I didn't forget this time." You mimicked his words, a smirk plastered on your face.
"Well, that's good. Everyone has their scripts." Alex clasped his hands together, eyes scanning over everyone here. "Alright, lets get started."
Alex directs a few of you to stand next to the back part of the gazebo, you standing next to Tim. A cigarette hung loosely out of his mouth, the multicolored shirt contrasting with the white one Sarah wore.
