Chapter 2: Destiny
"Ten million copies in one day! Do you know how incredible that is?" Max asked me, smiling widely.
"It sounds pretty incredible." I said, pretty excited myself. My record had been released the day before and was selling out everywhere!
"Max, phone." Jeff said, poking his head through the door.
"I'll be right back." Max told me before going into the office to take the call. I looked around the conference room and found a copy of my CD. I examined the case for a while.
"Finding My Way Back." I read the albums name out loud. Then, looked at the picture. It was me, in a white tank top and jeans, staring out of a window with rain running down the glass in black and white. Not flashy, not elegant, but simple, and true. Then I opened the case to see the picture of me on the other side of the small booklet. One from my past. One I insisted they put in there. One of me, blonde hair, blue eyed, fair skinned me, with sunglasses on and an ice cream cone in Central Park, grinning cheesily at the camera. The picture that shoed who I really was, or, who I meant and wanted to be.
I traced the picture with my fingers, wanting desperately to be that girl in the picture. The girl who was young, loving, kind, carefree, strong and spirited.
Juliet Davis… the girl I wanted to be.
"Juliet" I whispered to myself. Just wanting to hear my own name. The letters sounded so distant now, so unfamiliar. As if they no longer belonged to me.
"Gem," Max said, using his pet name for me. "You're playing a benefit in Kansas next Saturday, on June second, I figured it would be good publicity,"
Kansas? June second? What a coincidence!
"Max! Do I have to?" I whined.
"Nicolette, Luthrcorp's holding it, they say they only want to very best to perform." He told me.
"Luthorcorp! No no no no WAY am I doing it!" There was way to much to risk.
"Nicolette Davis you are! There is no more discussion." Max said, hating that he had to be rude.
"Fine!" I said, angry.
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(One week later)
My plane landed in Metropolis and I was on my way to, get this, the Grande Plaza! I tried to object, but with Max, that isn't always an option. The limo pulled in the drive and I got out. The bellhop took my bags and we headed for my room.
"Here we are, the Imperial Suite." He said.
'Crap' I thought.
"Umm, is there nothing else available?" I asked meekly. "I mean, don't you think this is a bit much just for me?"
"Anything for a special guest like yourself. This is the best of the hotel. Enjoy." He said before handing me the key and jetting off.
I stood in the doorway, halfway expecting to hear someone yell 'Surprise' but it never happened.
(Flashback)
"What's all this?" I asked in total awe.
"It's your pre-birthday bash!" Chloe said.
"Yea now open these presents! I have been dying to know what was in them since I got here." Lois exclaimed.
(End)
My eighteenth birthday. The day I had thought about every day for the past three years. The day that was filled with so much laughter, so much friendship, so much love…
(Flashback)
"I think I might love you." Clark said.
"If you don't feel the same ways it's---" I cut him off abruptly by pressing my lips to his. This kiss was very welcomed, and it got deeper by the second. I wrapped my hands around his neck and he placed his around my waist and pulled me as close to him as humanly possible, then we broke apart for a second.
"I love you Clark." I whispered. He smiled
"Really?" He asked. I smiled this time.
"Yes really!" I said. Then he swooped me up in his arms and spun me around. When he set me back on the ground we kissed again.
But this time was different. This kiss wasn't just a fireworks kiss. This was full of lust and want. This was the kind of kiss that led you into the bedroom to mess and fumble with each others clothing until eventually you are both lying on the bed, in your underwear with your hands roaming each others bodies and lips intertwined with each others. This is exactly where Clark and I were now. We both knew what we wanted, and there was no turning back.
(end)
I hastily went into the bedroom where nothing had happened that night. I put my head into the pillow and screamed.
"Clark…" I whispered. Then I laid there. Repeating his name as if hopefully he would hear. I had started to cry a little, before eventually falling asleep.
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"And now, introducing, Nicolette Davis." The announcer spoke. I walked out onto the stage and placed myself at the keyboard they set up for me. My band got ready in the back.
"Good evening." I said smiling at the audience. "Well, here it goes!" I started to play the song I picked to sing. Losing everything I thought I was, and becoming me.
"You,
You lifted me up when I was down,
And you, could always see,
Everything that way truly me.
Across a starry night sky,
And into the wind,
My heart got lost somewhere in the tide,
But you were still locked within.
(Chorus)
"To much time has past,
For it to tell,
If, we could still be,
So I fade away,
Knowing one day,
If it was meant to be,
I would, find the way back to me."
I continued the song, almost afraid to stop. But when I did, there was a round of applause.
"Thank you!" I said, smiling proudly. I looked out into the audience. Which was a mistake. My smile faded and I completely lost all train of thought. He was staring at me with a look of betrayal. I wanted to run, but I couldn't move.
"Clark." I whispered to myself.