Multi-Genre Research Paper

I am writing a multi-genre research paper for creative writing, and for those of you that don't know what it is, it is a collection of different types of works (poems, journals, newspaper articles, etc.) that when read separately, still make sense, but when you put them together in a certain order, it makes all of them flow with a common purpose. Now, I don't know if that helped any of you know what a multi-genre research paper is, but regardless, I'm going to show you my process so far.

My topic is on Amy Lee and how she coped after the lead guitarist, past best friend and 'boyfriend', and co-founder of the band, Ben Moody left Evanescence during their tour in Europe. It will eventually tell about the struggles Amy Lee faced personally and professionally after the incident, and then it will transition through the healing process, and end with how Amy is today! When I get the whole thing finished, I will post the whole paper on here!

So far I only have four things, (and I need to re-do the song). Here is my 'rough draft' so far!


Dear Diary,

Today Ben Moody left Evanescence--for good, and I've never been happier. Sure, he didn't have great timing. We are, in fact, still on tour in Europe and down a lead guitarist, but I'm happy, for the first time in a long time.

John, Will, and Rocky are being really good about it. They're glad he's gone too. Ben just always thought he was boss and that whatever he said goes. There can never be a "one man band." Bands are made up of individuals that come together to create beautiful and new ideas.

If Ben stayed, he would NEVER approve of the direction I want this band to go. I want something new. I don't want our next album, whenever it may come out, to sound anything like our first.

With the help of John, Will, and Rocky, and the support of all our amazing fans, I know Evanescence can make it through the hard times that await us. We'll find a new guitarist, hopefully someone that can write songs as well, 'cause I don't know if our next cd would sell if I were the one writing all the songs by myself.

We'll take it one step at a time. We might stumble and fall, but we'll get up again. Now that Ben is out of my life forever, I feel like I can do anything.

Love,
Amy


WANTED
Lead Guitarist for the hit band Evanescence

Qualifications:

• Must know how to play some amazing guitar!
• Must not in any way, shape, or form be a fan of Ben Moody
• Preferably someone who is already married or finds no attraction towards the lead singer, Amy Lee (She's sick of in-band relationships)
• Someone who's not afraid to have fun
• Preferably someone who knows how to write music and lyrics well.
• Mentally stable - Band life can be extremely stressful

The Mood Changes for Evanescence
by a newspaper writer that I need to make up a name for

After lead guitarist and co-song writer, Ben Moody left the band earlier this month, it has been reported that lead singer and song-writer, Amy Lee has "fallen in love with music again."

Long hours of anticipation awaited Evanescence when they learned from their manager that Moody had simply got up and left without a word. Due to arguments held between Moody and other band members, it is stated that Lee and co-mates felt relieved after finding out he was gone. That quickly subsided into a bit of panic after the realization that they had a show to play the next day. "After Ben left, we didn't want to waste any time," guitarist John LeCompt states, "We quickly notified our friend Terry from the band Cold and asked him if he would be so gracious enough to finish out the tour with us."

Terry Balsamo of Cold, accepted Evanescence's warm offer, and helped them leave anxious fans in awe. The tour concluded last week, and Balsamo was said to have been leaving for home once more. It seemed, however, that Balsamo had too much fun with Amy and the gang, and decided to stay on as their guitarist; therefore permanently fiiling the hole that was left behind by Moody.

"Terry is really great. I knew the second he picked up his guitar that he would benefit to Evanescence. He beats Ben hands down in guitar skills! But what I like most about him is his heart. He loves playing music just as much as he loves eating!" Lee stated when asked on her feelings toward the new chemistry of the band.

Lee also announced that she is going to be writing some songs with Balsamo, in hope to find the new twist she's been looking for.

With the combined efforts of Lee, LeCompt, Balsamo, bassist Will (forgot his last name), and drummer, Rocky Gray, Evanescence's "new stuff" is sure to be different from anythign their listeners have experienced yet.




***Song*** (I still need a title)

This will be,
The Last Song I'm Wasting On You
I don't deserve to be
Tormented daily, defeated by you
But I can't escape the twisted way you think of me
You know you live to break me,
It's all that I"m wanted for.
But I've come to open my eyes to everything,
And I know the truth now,
I'm sick of the lies
There's nothing worth fighting for
I still can't find what keeps me here

I lie awake and try so hard not to think of you
But your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams,
I'm swallowed up int he sound of my screaming.
It feels like the weight of the world
I'm soon to be blinded by tears.
I guess it wasn't real after all
I won't be grieving for you
For the first time in my life, I'm not broken.
It ends here tonight,
So let go of me

You just didn't drink enough to say you loved me
And I can't hear your screams anymore
It's been such a long time coming, but I feel good.
You'll never hurt me again.

How To Properly Sharpen A Pencil

***Background info***
In my creative writing class, my student teacher, commonly known as Mr. D, was talking to us about titles and how much they influenced the story behind them. He posted a list of some titles on the board and asked us what type of writing was used in the piece. One of the titles was: 'How to Properly Sharpen a Pencil'. Though many of my classmates believed it to be a documentary on how to sharpen pencils, I took a completely opposite approach and immediately thought of a romantic comedy. So, when he gave us an assignment to write a short story on any topic we wanted (so long as we paid close attention to the title we gave it), naturally I decided to take my idea and turn it into a short story.


How to Properly Sharpen A Pencil
by: Shalece Hansen

Brett knew pencils. Some would call him obsessed, and in a way, they were right. It was clinically proven as Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD); something Brett had been born with. As a child, his disorder had taken form: properly sharpened pencils. In his room he had a plethora of pencil sharpeners---collectors editions one might say--- of every make and model from the magical beginning of handheld, and manpowered sharpeners to the modern electric one. Next to every sharpener was a package of identical unsharpened pencils. Whenever he was stressed or over-whelmed, his simple solution to this was to sharpen a pencil.

School nearly drove him crazy. Of course, he always carried around four or five perfectly sharpened pencils, but everyone else didn’t seem to care so much about their small yellow brethren; or they had simply switched over to the “dark side” and used the writing utensil horror---mechanical pencils. The thought of those too-good-to-be-sharpened atrocities made Brett’s stomach churn.

It was hard to find someone who cared about Brett’s pencil obsession in this increasingly lazy world. Cecily, however, was one of the few. It wasn’t so much about the perfectly sharpened pencils, as it was about the man who sharpened them:

Cecily was in love with Brett.

She had two classes with him: Math and English, which both required ample use of pencils. She sat in the back row in both of those classes, right next to the pencil sharpener, while Brett sat one row to the left, and two seats down from her. Her breath caught in her throat every time he got up to sharpen his pencil. For a few, unnaturally quick moments, she would be inches away from him; so close that if she wanted to, she could reach out and touch him.

In her head she had gone over seemingly endless ways to approach him. Many of those ways involved the pencil sharpener as the meeting place, and she had decided that it was the most appropriate way to get to know him. The only problem was getting up the nerve to do it. He was at the pencil sharpener plenty of times, working the man-powered sharpener with beautiful precision. Sometimes she would sneak glances at him, and watch his sweet face contort in concentration as he made his pencils ideal once more. After going over the conversation over and over in her head; Cecily decided that it was time to approach Brett.

It was a quiet Wednesday morning. Cecily glanced nervously at the clock, the hands making out 8:42 a.m.. In exactly three minutes Mr. Rays, her Pre-Calculus teacher, would begin the lesson. A feeling of worry swept over her as the second hand reached the twelve, signaling the beginning of a new minute. Brett wasn’t here yet, and he was always on time to all of his classes. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw someone walk through the door, and she sighed in relief as Brett sat in his desk.

The bell rang, and as expected, Mr. Rays began teaching. Cecily found it hard to concentrate; her mind wandering to the upcoming conversation. Constantly she found herself staring at Brett, and quickly adverted her eyes once she had caught herself. Halfway through the lesson, Brett quietly excused himself to the sharpener. Though she had thought she could do it, instead of approaching him, she ducked her head, and pretended to copy down the notes that were being scribbled on the whiteboard in the front of the room.

Plenty of chances lay ahead. Her mind told her. It was only the beginning of class, Brett would be back to the pencil sharpener plenty more times in the period. Soon, she knew, she would have to stop telling herself that, and actually get up and do it.

It was after Mr. Rays had stopped his lecture and given the class their assignment before Brett stood up from his seat again. Cecily reacted without thinking, she instantly pushed herself from her seat, her pencil firmly situated in her white-knuckled hand, and found herself slipping to the pencil sharpener, with Brett close behind, still stunning, and slightly annoyed. Forcing her hand to stop shaking, Cecily slipped the pencil into the hole, and began nervously twisting the mechanism.

“You’re doing it wrong,” Brett mumbled, hardly audible.

“What?” Cecily asked, surprised and jittery from the increased heartbeat penetrating her insides.

“The sharpener… Your pencil---it’s going to come out wrong.”

“Wrong?”

“Yeah, you have to twist it slower, and without so much force on the pencil. It’s a sure way to break the lead, and cause the loss of height.”

She released the pencil and began twisting the sharpener at an annoying, slow pace. “Like this?” she asked, still caught in a daze.

“No, now you’re doing it too slow, and there’s not enough. Here, let me show you how to properly sharpen a pencil.”

She let him take her place. His gentle hands worked the sharpener in a sweet rhythm. Cecily watched him work his magic, and fell even deeper into love. After a few quick seconds, Brett pulled out a perfectly sharpened pencil from the mouth of it’s beholder, and smiled as he held it up to Cecily.

“It’s perfect!” he exclaimed, a satisfied, and completely happy expression sitting smugly on his face.

“Brett, I love you.” she blurted suddenly.

But all Brett could do was look at the pencil that had captured his heart.