Life in Splattered Motion

Art from the inside out.

Amerie:
The poster that seperated him and I stared back at me, taunting.  It's blank space exuded an anxiety I didn't think I was ready to feel.  My bare feet stuck lightly to the plastic covering beneath me.  I had to do this, prove to everyone that I'm someone, my life is worth it.  I have a side of me that nobody sees. My mind is bright, my imagination, colorful, my thoughts, unique.  No one saw that; except me.  And tonight I was going to change that fact.

 

Damyn:
The paint brushes that I held loosely in my hands seem to prick at my skin.  I knew what everyone else saw; manners, elegance, popularity, someone who could never have a dark thought.  All of that was a lie.  I knew what I was inside.  I knew my own thoughts.  Dark, enticing, cobwebs forming in the nooks, monsters creeping in the crannies.  I knew the dark side of life but did I ever show it? No.  That's not what everyone else wanted to see and that's all I cared about; the facade.  But now?  I was ready to show everyone what I was made of.  What really went on in my thoughts.  Nothing would stop me now.

 

Amerie:
I stood, only hearing my heartbeat and my breath coming in and out of my chest slowly.  I felt everyone's eyes on me but the anxiety slowly faded once the music began.  I tapped the end of the brushes on my legs, barely missing my cobweb skirt, dabbing on my fishnets.  I could feel the cool air graze against my bare stomach, floating by my black mid-drift tank.  I'm sure I was a sight.  My demonchild clothing from head to toe, bright colors in front of me in their individual paint cans.  A part of me didn't want to care of what others would say, but then, I almost did care; my mind was about to be out in the open, how would anyone take to it?

Then the music picked up and I was a whole new person.  The beat flowed through my limbs, making them jolt in their own elegant direction.  I laid my back against the canvas, feeling Damyn's body through the paper.  Our bodies heated with each beat and movement.  His rhythm mixed with mine and soon we were moving almost as one.  When he moved toward the paper I moved away and so on.  I dabbed my brushes into the cans and bright colors were everywhere.  They splattered with each beat of my head, with each movement I made.  I knew what I wanted out of this and I was getting it.  My back was against the canvas again and my hand was against his, the paper seperating the skin.  I was covered head to toe in my thoughts, in my ideas, each color identifying me as a whole new person.

 

Damyn:
The first beat made my hands fly into the air.  I was a new person and this side was beastly, no longer the prepschool boy I was before.  My inner darkness surged through my veins, coming out through the brushes as the canvas was being splattered with blacks, greys,and midnight blues.  I could feel the heat of Amerie on the other side of the paper, copying my flow, my rhythm flowing with hers.  We were together in this, our innerselves pouring out onto the paper.  We were no longer the same people who first stepped out onto this paint cover, no.  We were our own alter-egos.

Author's Note

This "scene", I guess you could call it, came to my mind(no matter how dorky this sounds) while I was dancing around my room. See, when I listen to music/dance to it, I imagine stories in my mind and this is exactly what happened in my mind.

There may be mispellings and some of the grammar is off; feel free to correct anything :).