➨ Lisztomania || Lizzy & Jiyeon
“Where is he know?” She asked immediately turning her head around to face her, eyes filled with a glint of curiosity, “curiouser and curiouser” she muttered those words, words that she would use back in wonderland. ”It must be nice though, being able to play this..I’m too impatient to even learn—” she crackle up, she wasn’t totally aware about her personality about but she did know what she liked and what where the things that would annoyed her.
"I wonder what is my therapy.." she sighed "I think I will just stick around with the alcohol..it gives me headaches in the morning, sometimes, but it may be the only thing that I have” she laughed quietly at her words, talking a bit more enthusiastic than before “However it’s fun though— It makes you laugh or cry, it would depend on people.” she nodded at her words but suddenly her eyes fixes on your hands as you start playing a soft melody making the corner of her lips curve to a small smile, sitting in a more comfortable position as she closed her eyes and leaned her head to the back, resting it against the bench. “Can you sing?” she mumbled those words while a small hum sound leaves her lips.
The first question caught her by surprise, making her laugh softly. "My friend? Well, he's... somewhere, i am never certain of his whereabouts really. At times i think he isn't either. But yes, it's really nice, to be able to play, i am still aiming to be better though." She suddenly changed melody, changing it to a bit of a country-like song, she found those amusing.
As the notes kept flowing she found herself singing along, at first rather shyly, but then she simply got on with it. It was a song about alcohol and a girl, what else could it be really. At times her voice with tremble as she kept trying to hold back her need to laugh, and by the time she was done with the song she simply grinned at the other. "I guess i can sing yes... what did you think?" she chuckled.
Alcohol was a therapy for most people, she had witnessed it with her own eyes, some of the people she talked the most to often relied on booze to help with their moods or problems. In her honest opinion, it was rather futile, alcohol didn't really make anything better, quite the contrary... but to each their own, as many would say.














