Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or the characters I have used. I do own the right to any character I have created though :).
a/n: well, I hope people like this. I thought it up about two nights ago when I asked my mum what the women used to be called when they sung to the service men in world war 2. I looked it up and thought that it would made a good story.
I also hope that people went to see REMEMBER ME which is Robert Pattinson's new movie! It is amazing and I deffinately recomend it if you are undecided about going to see it :). I also cannot wait till The Runaways. It looks really good. Wasn't very happy when I saw that The Yellow Handkerchief wasn't coming out in the cinema in England! :( I have to wait until it comes out on DVD :'( ! So not fair!!!!
Right well I will let you read now lmao! :D x x
She checked her hair in the vanity that was positioned to the left of the door in her dressing room. She made sure her make up was fine and started her voice techniques. Whilst she did these she thought over everything that had happened in the past year.
His name was Nathan. He was her best friend. Since kindergarten. They played house, they played doctors and nurses. They went on holidays and started school together. They were joined at the hip. Now he was gone. Shot. He was shot, and it was not an accident. You see he was in the army. Unit 220. Him and his five best men drove out into the dessert in Iraq to dettinate a bomb. They came back, but he didn't. They said that he was dead before they got to him. But she knew they were just trying to keep her from weeping. Them army folk may know how to fight and may kill people, but they can't handle a crying woman.
She did her best to recover, but was never the same. He always told her that her voice was like angels singing to their Gods and in the midst torture and torment everyone would stop just to hear them sing. Just the hear the voice of an angel. She was his angel, and he was her sun. The one who would light up her grey days and make her smile when she was sad. Her father used to make jokes about them. He said that one day they would truly realise how much they loved one another and they would be together. Forever. He told them that God planned for everyone to have someone who would be imprinted on their hearts for all eternity. Their one and only. But it was to late. There was no hope.
And now she weeps only one day year. Locking all doors. Barring all windows. Unplugging all phones. And turns out all lights, and she remembers all the good times, and all the bad times as she stares at the photograph that was taken on that very morning of his death. The very morning of his murder. The very morning of the day she truly realised that she loved him unconditionally and irrevocably.
She was too late.
That morning was today.
She was taken from her grieving by a loud tap at her dressing room door. A voice interupting all of the memories she has stored for this long year.
"Five minutes, Ma'am" he said, his loud footfalls heard even as he turned the corner. She grabbed her shawl and made her way to the door. She stopped at the door and took a large gulp of air. She opened the door and locked it once she was on the other side. The silence in the hall was deafening so she started walking to get away from the pressure trying to hold her to the ground.
"There you are, they are waiting for you, ma'am" said the man who knocked on her door. She took another deep breathe as they were annoucing her arrival.
"You men have waited for her, and here she is. Our gorgeous Forces Sweetheat. Miss Isabella Marie Swan." He shouted into the microphone.
She stepped up onto the stage and heard the applause before she saw the faces. The lights shone on her like the sun on a warm day. She basked in it. She loved it. This is where she belonged. Her home. She smiled at the man as he gave her the microphone. Then she spoke.
"Well, I have waited for this day for two months. The more times I come her the more new faces I see." She spoke to the men. But really she saw no one. No one but Nathan. "I have written a certain song for tonight. But before I begin I would like us all to take a few minutes to remember the units and fellow men that are not with us tonight. Give them a silent thank you." she said, and watched as all of the service men bowed their heads in remembrance. As they thought of their loved ones she remembered her Nathan.
After the few minutes were up she took the mike and gave her signal to the sound technician. She started to sing.
"SONG = Miley Cyrus - When I Look At You"
'Everybody needs inspiration
Everybody needs a song
A beautiful melody when the night's so long
'Cause there is no guarantee that this life is easy
Yeah, when my world is falling apart
When there's no light to break up the dark
That's when I, I, I look at you
When the waves are flooding the shore
And I can't find my way home anymore
That's when I, I, I look at you
When I look at you, I see forgiveness, I see the truth
You love me for who I am like the stars hold the moon
Right there where they belong
And I know I'm not alone
Yeah, when my world is falling apart
When there's no light to break up the dark
That's when I, I, I look at you
When the waves are flooding the shore
And I can't find my way home anymore
That's when I, I, I look at you
You appear just like a dream to me
Just like kaleidoscope colors that cover me
All I need, every breath that I breathe
Don't ya know, you're beautiful
Yeah, yeah
When the waves are flooding the shore
And I can't find my way home anymore
That's when I, I, I look at you
I look at you
Yeah, yeah, oh, oh
You appear just like a dream to me'
Her voice carried across the stage and out into the audience. She was so engrossed in the music that she didn't notice the man standing in the corner watching only her. His eyes were on only her as soon as she walked onto the stage.
He looked in her big brown eyes and was fixed. He could not look away. The way she moved whilest she sung, the way her eyes glazed over as though she were in another place and time. He watched her with such awe that he knew if he forced himself to look away he would have to look right back again. What was this?
The last line of her song was choked out as she felt the tears spilling over. She pulled them back and gritted her teeth. Her eyes skimmed over the audience when she first caught sight of him. His bronze messy hair and his piercing green orbs of eyes complete opposites of the icey blue she was used to seeing in her mind. She was entranced. His eyes caught hers and they grew wide. His perfect mouth curved into a lopsided smile. She could not look away.
And that made her feel scared.
And guilty.
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Peace (Y)