Together (Repost)
Hi! This is my FIRST EVER FANFICTION (The repost!)! I finally got this written! I have been reading on for ages! If you are a person who read the profile of the author first, you will know of my addiction to all things Danny Phantom. This is my tribute to the ultimate undead rocker, Ember McLain, whose song has been stuck in my head for many months.
Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom. 'Because I'm not Butch Hartman, I'm a female Danny Phanatic. If I was Butch, well... let's just say mi amigo Dani would have had more than TWO STUPID EPISODES!
For Mum, who let me on this site. You rock.
(*large red waterfall curtain rises, revealing...*)
Chapter 1-Remember
Emma Bertha McAlister-Lane sat up against her twin, Amme-Beryl McAlister-Lane. If anyone outside had glanced into their room at that moment, they would have sworn that there was a huge mirror down the centre of the room and the single occupant was sitting up against it. The girls were mirror twins. They were identical, but on different sides. They loved over-doing the whole twin thing. They shared the same room, in which they had all the same stuff, placed exactly opposite. Amme had changed the spelling of her name so that even that mirrored Emma (they had agreed that you can't make Emma out of Yma). They had the same favourite song ("Reflection ", from the Disney movie Mulan), had that twin-telepathy thing, and had the same dream. They wanted to be rock stars. They had it all worked out. Emma was lead guitar and singer. Amme was the all-rounder, piano, drums, singing, the whole nine yards, but she was on guitar for their debut single "Remember". Their band name would be "Together". Their little sister, Ashley, could do backing vocals. Their BFF, Lottie, would be their manager. They had it all set. Emma looked at her twin. "Wanna jam?" she asked, already knowing the answer. "Heck yeah!" cried her twin. They ran to their matching guitars, blue with red-coloured flames, the same shade as the girls' hair, which was pulled back in high ponytails. They launched into (what would be) their number-one hit single "Remember".
"From the,
From the first moment,
We met,
Deep in my heart,
I knew,
Where ever we went,
She'd always be-e a part.
We can,
Overcome hard times.
We stand,
Combined, un-changed.
Just see-ee,
What we can DO-OO!
And you know you'll remember our name!
"Together!
Through any weather!
Together!
We will remain!
Together!
Now and FOREVER!
You will remember our name!
"Holding,
Holding noth-i-ing back,
To get,
What we can gain,
Through days of blue,
And nights of bla-ack,
You will remember our name!"
They launched into the chorus again, even louder. Ashley banged on the wall between their rooms. "Turn it down!" she yelled, muffled by the wall. "I'm trying to sleep!"
"It's only 4:45!" Amme yelled back after checking the clock.
"Whatever!" the irritated wall replied.
"4:45!" Emma's eyes widened with panic. "I'm supposed to meet Rem in 15 minutes!"
Amme rolled her eyes to Heaven in disbelief. "After he ditched you at the movies, the beach, the-"Emma stopped her with a glare. "Fine, but he hasn't so much as texted you in two weeks. I'm telling you, a werewolf is not good enough for a huge rock star."
"He's not a werewolf." The ice in Em's voice could have frozen an erupting volcano.
"Says you. You know he's just using you, anyway. I bet he's already back with Monica."
"Shut up! I like Rem and he likes me, and we're happy together. He's just busy! Why can't you very well accept that!" Emma was always defending her would-be-boyfriend. When they first started going out, Amme had said that his name (Remmund Lapin, come on!) was perfect for a werewolf, a comment she still referred to often. Emma didn't think it was funny, then or now. She stormed out the door, slamming it so fast it seemed to make a sonic boom.
She ran back in 30 minutes later, mascara streaming down her face, combined with a river of tears. "He-blub- wasn't-blub-there, so-blub-I started-blub-to walk back and he-blub-was coming out of-blub- the movies with-MONICA!" Amme walked over and gave her a huge hug.
"He could have waited till next month," she said, trying to sound supportive and funny, "and, honestly, on your birthday! How insensitive can you get?"
"What?" Em was seriously confused, "my birthday?"
"Yah! September 19th. Which happens to be today."
"Oh my goodness, I totally forgot!"
"I know. I got you a present anyway." Amme pulled out a charm bracelet from her pocket. "See the charms? Emma Bertha McAlister Lane. I've got a matching one." Emma fastened the silver clasp, securing the bracelet. She was beyond grateful of her twin's understanding, but right now she just needed some alone time.
"Would you mind if I went down to Rita's? I know it's our birthday but..."
But you need some time to get over it, Amme answered via their mental bond.
"Yeah."
"Be home before dinner or Mom's gonna have your head. She went all out this year. I think Grandma might be coming, she's making such a fuss."
"Sure." Love ya.
Ditto, sis. Em threw a weak smile at her twin, and then walked out the door.
About 20 minutes later, she walked into Rita's One-Stop Rock Shop, the hottest music store in all of Amity Park. A guitar chord blared out as she entered instead of a bell. She made a bee-line for the records section. Guitars of all kinds lined the walls, surrounded by posters of every famous rock band in living memory. Flipping through the CD's and records; she pulled out a Queen album and checked the back to see which songs it had. Amme already had it. As she glanced up she saw the guitar. It looked exactly like hers but there was something different about it. She went over and took it off the wall. It felt the same too.
Suddenly she was thrown off her feet. The world shook, left, right, left. One of the lights exploded as albums, singles, hits and failures alike, all poured off the walls. Something caught one of the sparks, which starting a huge fire almost instantly. As Emma got to her feet she knew she was going to die. She felt flames lick at her hair and her clothes. There would be no escape. NO! She heard Amme screaming, somewhere far away.
Good bye, Amme.
No, you can't... you just...you can't...
One more time, Amme. From the top. She felt Amme understanding her idea, saw her run to their room, now a disaster zone, and grab her guitar.
"From the,
From the first moment,
We met,
Deep in my heart,
I knew,
Where ever we went,
She'd always be-e a part.
We can,
Overcome hard times.
We stand,
Combined, un-changed.
Just see-ee,
What we can DO-OO!
And you know you'll remember our name!
Amme was weeping her way through the second verse, unaware of her and her twin's best friend in the world, Lottie, who had come to look for her, to make sure she was alright after the quake. Finding one of her two best friends crying alone was not a good sign. She ran up to Amme and completely enveloped her in a hug, making sure that she didn't get in the way of the guitar. She knew that Emma was already gone. For those few moments Lottie was linked. She sang along with her friends, tears cascading from her eyes into Amme's hair.
Now and forever!
You know we'll remember your name!
In a burning store in town, a fading young woman called Emma departed this life for the next. Only two would know of the peace she felt as she was reduced to ashes, the numbness to the pain, and of the conflicting fear, of the anger, anguish and agony of a forever broken heart.
All the rescuers would find would be a severely melted bracelet.
In a parallel dimension, one filled with the souls of the dead but not gone, a new spirit awoke. One filled with confusion, rage, pain and the need to rock. She picked up the purple guitar painted with blue flames, exactly like the flaming hair she had yet to notice, that lay beside her on that desolate floating rock in a never ending neon green void. She heard a faint clink as her wrist moved over the strings. Looking for the source, she discovered a charm bracelet attached to her wrist. Several charms seemed to be missing, but the ones that remained spelled out "E-M B-E-R M-C L-A-N-E"
"Ember McLain. Cool name." Ember, as she would forever be known, felt something she couldn't explain just then. That something was wrong. That she had been wronged. She sat down and began to write in the dust. The words poured forth from some unknown past. One that almost seemed right.
"It was,
It was September,
Wind blows,
The dead leaves fall.
To you,
I did surrender,
Two weeks,
You didn't call..."
So? How was it? I would love constructive criticism. No "Your story SUX" is allowed. Flames such as that will be converted into chanting for a certain up-and-coming ghost. Both songs are to "Remember" by Ember McLain, which, and who, I don't own. There will be a second chappie, in the near future.
Till next time live, love, like, look with cheer and REVIEW! Or tell me you're alive in a peculiar form. I accept poetry!
DVM 3
PS Don't own A Midsummer Night's Dream or William Shakespeare.