Chapter 1: A Miracle To Give Her Heart Peace
"Miss Hammond, please go to stage left", a towering-man spoke surly.
With the last particles of make-up appiled, Evey Hammond stood-up. "All right"
the woman-in-question repiled in a quiet voice. As the manager took his leave, the woman
examined herself one last time in the vanity mirror before her. Five years had only caused
subordinate changes in her. Long since the days of her confinement, Evey had permitted her toffee-
colored hair to grow to her waist. She did decide to have it straightened.
Today was the fifth of November, the annual observance of the desolation of parliament. The people of London gathered to listen to singers who had foregoingally been black-listed. Somehow, the details still obscure to Evey herself, she ended up chirographing her own music and singing it. She had had many proposed record deals thrown her way, but she declined everyone. Evey had unequivocally decided that she was satisfied with belting out the words of her lyrics; in hopes that somehow V would hear them. There would be many lavish events after she was done, but she never stayed for any of them.
The red-velvety draperies swished and fluctuated around Evey as she made her way to the rostrum inlet.
"Please welcome now...EVEY HAMMOND!", the announcer shouted her name so loud that it made the woman truckle in annoyance. The curtains disclosed suddenly, and Evey had no time to dwell on that as the crowds of London stood to applaud her.
Not one ace put off by the many citizens, Evey smiled luminously. The maroon trench-coat that reached her thighs swayed slightly as she stood, and her chunky-heeled black boots were planted resolutely on the wooden floor. The lights that hand beforehand been bright were now dimmed to compare better with her look for the night.
"As always," Evey spoke into the tall mic before her," thankyou for coming"
Her eyes suddenly turned from that of a joyous gleam to one of a loving one. "I know that V would
be most humbled." Evey suddenly caught visibility of Finch and Dominic who kindly nodded at her.
A smile was their reply. The two of them hadn't really taken it upon themselves to talk with her,
save for the couple of times she was called to speak out at public meetings and such. With that
said she did not know much about their lives currently.
"My song is called 'Far Away'," she said softly,"I sincerly hope that you like it"
Evey snapped her long elegant fingers, her signal to start. Her bandmates began to play, and she
began to sing.
'This time, This place
Misused, Mistakes
To long, Too late
Who was I to make you wait?
Just one chance
Just one breath
Just in case there's just one left'
'Cause you know, you know, you know...'
'That I love you I have loved you all along And I miss you Been far away for far too long I keep dreaming you'll be with me And you'll never go Stop breathing if I don't see you anymore'
"V,' Evey thought sadly,'can you hear these words of mine?'
'On my knees, I'll ask Last chance for one last dance Cause with you, I'd withstand All of hell to hold your hand I'd give it all I'd give for us Give everything but I won't give up'
'Cause you know, you know, you know'
(Chorus)
'So far away Been far away for far to long So far away Been far away for far to long But you know, you know, you know'
'I wanted, I wanted you to stay Cause I needed I need to hear you say That I love you I have loved you all along And I forgive you For being far away for far to long So keep breathing Cause I'm not leaving you anymore Hold onto me and never let me go...'
The music silenced, and the crowd clapped ecstacially. Some even in tears, Evey smiled softly before speaking. "Thanyou now enjoy the rest of the festivities...I shall see you all next year!" Evey immediately took her leave. The reporters would be there soon,and Evey hated those ruddy reporters.
A/N: All right, hopefully I won't get flammed for this! This was my other V for Vendetta idea. Chapters will be longer if people like! OK, well read and review!
Disclaimer: I own nothing from V for Vendetta or Nickelback.
