Post by NICHOLAS MICHAEL FORDHAM on Aug 2, 2012 19:25:24 GMT -5
TAKE WHAT IS LEFT OF ME
AND MAKE IT A BEAUTIFUL MELODY
NICHOLAS MICHAEL FORDHAM
YOU'D BE MY REMEDY
33 ,.,., fordham ,.,., leader of fordham ,.,., hugh laurie
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AND MAKE IT A BEAUTIFUL MELODY
NICHOLAS MICHAEL FORDHAM
YOU'D BE MY REMEDY
33 ,.,., fordham ,.,., leader of fordham ,.,., hugh laurie
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fordham in twenty six letters
fifty-two words pertaining to nicholas fordham
twenty six pieces nick learned to play on pianoA - Ammunition, Ambition
Nicholas couldn't have been more than fifteen when his father taught him his first real lesson.
"Nicholas," he had said, looking up from his newspaper in his study. Nicholas remembered that study very well, it would become his in about thirteen years. It was a comfortable area, all cherry wood and leather, and it had plenty of bookcases. Nick would remember where all of the compartments for the weapons in the scholarly study were later, when he was aware that his father's business was a little less legal than what he first thought. "This message says that a man died today. He was a Mafia man, he tried to take down a boss. He aimed too high and fell. Do you believe it?"
Nick shook his head. He was playing the piano, some piece by Chopin that his tutors wanted him to learn but he couldn't care less about. He was used to his father's games. "No, Father."
"Good boy. This man died because of his lack of power, not because he aimed too high."
The piano slowed, and Nicholas turned his head, intrigued at where he was going with this.
"Remember, Nicholas. You can never have enough ambition, just make sure that you have enough ammunition to back you up." there was a grave moment where the piano fell silent and his father stared at him with even eyes, before Nick pressed his fingers in another chord. The delicate trills of Chopin help him mull over the first useful advice his father had ever given him.
B - Bravery, Blameless
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abby ,.,., 14 ,.,., turtle shells ,.,. meg, misha
[/center]lyrics from sing it out; switchfoot
this little thing was made by
dragonwick over on caution,
or rach?! on little white lie.
don't steal! keep the credit on.
this little thing was made by
dragonwick over on caution,
or rach?! on little white lie.
don't steal! keep the credit on.