Adriana Maud
āThis is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!ā
Adrianaās feet pounded the pavement in beat with the song, and her breath came in even puffs. Sweat poured off her as she turned around the corner. She used her momentum to pivot off the wall and catch hold of the fire escape. She swung herself up and ran up the stairs up to the roof.
āWho the hell is he anyway?
He never really talks much
Never concerned with status but still leaving them star struck
Humbled through opportunities given despite the fact
That many misjudge him because he makes a living from writing raps
Put it together himself, now the picture connects
Never asking for someone's help, or to get some respect
He's only focused on what he wrote, his will is beyond reach
And now it all unfolds, the skill of an artistā
Once she hit the top she took a second to survey her surroundings. The jump from the building she was on to the next was a little farther than she had expectedā¦but she wasnāt one to back down. She tightened her scarlet pony tail and grinned before taking off with an explosive start, she hit the edge of the building and then she was flying. She watched her surroundings spin as she flipped and landed on the edge of the building.
For a second she felt elationā¦and then she started to fall backwards. She took a second to assess the situation. Pushing back her panic she pushed off the ledge she was already falling from and reached out behind her. She reached out to catch onto the metal drain pipe and plant her feet against the building hoping to slow her decent. She felt the metal cut into her hands as her weight and gravity worked against her and dragged her down. When she only had a few feet from the ground she pushed off the wall and landed lightly on her feet.
Adriana grimaced as she looked at her bleeding hands. They werenāt too bad though she should consider getting gloves. She ripped the middle from her black tank top and wrapped a slice around each hand.
āThis is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the nameā
Adriana sighed and changed the song as she started towards her apartment. Luckily it only took a few minutes to get home. Once in the door she started doing her cool down stretches and breathing exercises before she looked through her mail. More condolence cards, her deceased motherās doctor billsā¦.and a bright red envelope.
āWeird color for a condolence letter.ā She muttered as she opened it. Adriana read it, and re-read itā¦.and read it again. An invitation huh? It had to be a scam. She yawned and dropped it back on the table before heading to her bathroom to shower, change, and bandages her battle woundsā¦..though honestly the letter weighed on her mind. Once finished and dressed in her standard skinny jeans, knee high boots, white tank, and leather coat she sat on her couch for a moment before she picked up the red letter again.
āIt has to be a scamā¦but I need to know who knows about meā¦.ā She sighed.
āI guess itās decided thenā¦..Iām going back to schoolā¦.ā Adriana said as she packed a bag and headed for the door.
Once at the airport she boarded her flight and started towards her seat. She sat to the left of a girl with brown hair and hazel eyes who was shaking the hand of a man with dark hair next to her. She listened in for a moment, only long enough to catch their names, and then turned her attention to her sketch pad.
āThis is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!ā
Adrianaās feet pounded the pavement in beat with the song, and her breath came in even puffs. Sweat poured off her as she turned around the corner. She used her momentum to pivot off the wall and catch hold of the fire escape. She swung herself up and ran up the stairs up to the roof.
āWho the hell is he anyway?
He never really talks much
Never concerned with status but still leaving them star struck
Humbled through opportunities given despite the fact
That many misjudge him because he makes a living from writing raps
Put it together himself, now the picture connects
Never asking for someone's help, or to get some respect
He's only focused on what he wrote, his will is beyond reach
And now it all unfolds, the skill of an artistā
Once she hit the top she took a second to survey her surroundings. The jump from the building she was on to the next was a little farther than she had expectedā¦but she wasnāt one to back down. She tightened her scarlet pony tail and grinned before taking off with an explosive start, she hit the edge of the building and then she was flying. She watched her surroundings spin as she flipped and landed on the edge of the building.
For a second she felt elationā¦and then she started to fall backwards. She took a second to assess the situation. Pushing back her panic she pushed off the ledge she was already falling from and reached out behind her. She reached out to catch onto the metal drain pipe and plant her feet against the building hoping to slow her decent. She felt the metal cut into her hands as her weight and gravity worked against her and dragged her down. When she only had a few feet from the ground she pushed off the wall and landed lightly on her feet.
Adriana grimaced as she looked at her bleeding hands. They werenāt too bad though she should consider getting gloves. She ripped the middle from her black tank top and wrapped a slice around each hand.
āThis is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the nameā
Adriana sighed and changed the song as she started towards her apartment. Luckily it only took a few minutes to get home. Once in the door she started doing her cool down stretches and breathing exercises before she looked through her mail. More condolence cards, her deceased motherās doctor billsā¦.and a bright red envelope.
āWeird color for a condolence letter.ā She muttered as she opened it. Adriana read it, and re-read itā¦.and read it again. An invitation huh? It had to be a scam. She yawned and dropped it back on the table before heading to her bathroom to shower, change, and bandages her battle woundsā¦..though honestly the letter weighed on her mind. Once finished and dressed in her standard skinny jeans, knee high boots, white tank, and leather coat she sat on her couch for a moment before she picked up the red letter again.
āIt has to be a scamā¦but I need to know who knows about meā¦.ā She sighed.
āI guess itās decided thenā¦..Iām going back to schoolā¦.ā Adriana said as she packed a bag and headed for the door.
Once at the airport she boarded her flight and started towards her seat. She sat to the left of a girl with brown hair and hazel eyes who was shaking the hand of a man with dark hair next to her. She listened in for a moment, only long enough to catch their names, and then turned her attention to her sketch pad.