Post by ham on Feb 8, 2011 4:14:23 GMT -5
ADRIAN FAUSTO CASTELLO the name in which Spanish inheritance had influenced. Although his family were all fluent in Spanish and all his family were born there, they could all speak Spanish apart from Adrian, which kind of sucked. Since he could remember he was going to be married to a girl called Indigo, an marriage his parents had organized with her own folks, The only issue was Indigo didn’t like him all that much and because she was Bipolar it was much more of an issue.
Adrian woke up to these thoughts, the lights streaming into his room; he grunted in his large bed. Eyes flickering open quickly; his emerald green eyes glistened in their sockets. He had long brown locks, which at the moment looked like he had been sleeping with a tiger.
He groaned, he had to sort out all of the things for the gig; he glanced towards his alarm clock the clear writing spelled ten am, he needed to get a move on. He walked towards his bathroom, it was a large room with a bath tub on one side the toilet and the sink on the other than his huge shower at the end, the rooms theme was like a sea, there wave lines drawn on the wallpaper, Adrian smiled- it always brought a smile to his face.
The cold kept slashing at his bare chest; he was simply just wearing joggers and boxers. Lucky for him he had a well muscular chest- it was good enough for his liking, besides he wasn’t into all that body building. He turned the shower on waiting for the heat to gradually increase then stripped off and jumped in. He had to look good today, end of.
The water trickled around his olive skin, unlike most guys he did condition his hair, not shampoo just condition. He poured on the contents of one of his conditioners for Extremely soft hair just those words made him want to blush. He waited for a few minutes pushing his head out of reach from the shower than pushed it back in letting the conditioner run out of his locks, soon enough he felt clean enough.
Jumping out of the shower, hearing as the last tear drop of water fled from it, he wrapped a crème towel around his body, before walking into his room once more, his walls where the colour of blood, that deep liquid. He had quite the modern taste in interior, seeing as his other sisters and brothers had moved out his father based his wealth on Adrian, which was great but somewhat unsatisfying, across one wall he had several guitars and then a box of picks that were filled to the brim with different colours, it looked somewhat like a rainbow in the box, Adrian was very musical it was his passion, it always had been- ever since he could remember he had started to play the guitar. Of course back then he was rubbish at it.
He pulled out some red skinny jeans, and a white t-shirt with a picture of sailboats on it, he didn’t really mind. Then he pulled on his vans, He looked okay he guessed. He would let Indigo make the decision, His locks were still damp so he tip toed to the guest room and pulled out the hair dryer, drying of the brown locks, and they formed in a huge fringe across his face, and then reached to the top of his shoulder blades.
He looked at the rack of guitars, he didn’t know which one to pick; he went for the one that stood out the most it was chequered and black, he put on a chequered strap onto it, He was sorted sliding it into his case, then pulled out his lucky pick that suited his guitar hugely.
Smiling slightly he rushed out of the door, towards his CAR it was a smart car, one of the many he owned. It was large spacious with leather seating comfortable. Like Adrian said his family certainly wasn’t poor.
He put his guitar into the back and put the cars into gear and headed towards the bar were his gig was, he had a huge amount of things he needed to do for starts he needed to tune his guitar, do the sound check oh and he had plans to get hammered that night, if possible.
Adrian was a very strong character, strong enough to withstand Indigos emotions, sometimes it hurt. He just kind of went along with it, he promised his mum on her death bed he would marry this girl, at least he would have to try. He couldn’t force her to marry him, but he liked her he really did. That goes without saying as she was about the only girl he had ever had eyes for, the others just didn’t compare to her. He sighed, looking at the endless road that flew past so quickly.
Adrian soon arrived; he swept in carrying the guitar with ease. Yelling at his band mates a hello, dumping his guitar on the stage and ruffling Louie, James’s little black German Sheppard’s ears.
OUTFIT|INDIGO|865 WORDS|HOPE THIS IS OKAY|
