Okay, so here goes nothing! This was kind of a spur of the moment idea, so please review if you want me to continue this!
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Okay. So, maybe mixing Vodka together with whiskey and some tequila wasn't the best idea they ever had, and especially after three shots, but it definitely made the night more memorable.
Elena was only half-aware of the girl and the guy she was grinding up against, but she didn't really mind. She didn't care that the girl was getting way to close to areas she'd disclosed and that something from behind her, near the guy, was poking her leg. She was too far gone to care.
''Elena Gilbert, get your ass on stage!'' she heard someone yell.
Elena looked up with amusement to see who addressed her, and, of course, her blonde friend with the sequined top and impossibly short skirt was asking for her attention.
Elena pouted. ''No! I'm busy with Katie and Trevor!''
''My name is Lily, and that's Kevin,'' the redhead lazily corrected her, not really caring she forgot who they were.
Elena shrugged. ''Oh, whatever.''
''Come on, rockstar! Show us some lovin'!'' Bonnie slurred, who was practically dry humping the bar.
Elena rolled her eyes and walked over to the DJ, whom had obviously heard from Caroline that she sang.
Elena rolled her eyes and wobbled over to the DJ, who was staring her down hungrily. Normally Elena would´ve ignored him or brushed him off, but – again, too drunk to care. Instead, she laid it on think by leaning over the turntable, her abdomen brushing his hand. ''Care to help a girl out?'' she purred.
Once Elena was on stage, it was like she sobered up all together – okay, that was a lie -. The lights hit her, hard, assaulting her senses and heating up the room a couple of degrees, but she didn't mind. She loved it, reveled in the way people stared up at her, the pretty brunette in a bandage dress and high heels standing on the stage, microphone in hand. They were waiting for her to sing, to better their evening and entertain them to her heart's content. This is what she lived for. She didn't need the musical degree, like her sister, or the praise her mother has gotten in her day. She was like her father, the rock star that had settled down as soon as he met the love of his life. Her father has taught her from when she was little that you had better enjoy the music you make. Every note, every word, needs to be felt within your core, and you need to make your audience feel why you love what you do, give them a reason to come back by pouring everything you have into every word you sung an every cord you strung.
So that's what she did. The second the music stopped and people curiously started eyeballing her, she forgot the world existed and lost herself in the music that poured out of her like liquid out of glass.
I saw him dancin' there by the record machine
I knew he must a been about seventeen
The beat was goin' strong
Playin' my favorite song
An' I could tell it wouldn't be long
Till he was with me, yeah me
And I could tell it wouldn't be long
Till he was with me, yeah me, singin'
I love rock n' roll
So put another dime in the jukebox, baby
I love rock n' roll
So come and take your time and dance with me
Ow!
He smiled so I got up and asked for his name
That don't matter, he said,
'Cause it's all the same
Said can I take you home where we can be alone
An' next we were movin' on
He was with me, yeah me
Next we were movin' on
He was with me, yeah me, singin'
I love rock n' roll
So put another dime in the jukebox, baby
I love rock n' roll
So come an' take your time an' dance with me
Ow!
Said can I take you home where we can be alone
Next we were movin' on
He was with me, yeah me,
An we'll be movin' on
An' singin' that same old song
Yeah with me, singin'
I love rock n' roll
So put another dime in the jukebox, baby
I love rock n' roll
So come an' take your time an' dance with me
She was moving along with the music, the beat guiding the movements of her limbs. She felt like a true rock star in that moment, enjoying the whistles that could be heard from the crowd when she jumped on top the bar and used her hands to enunciate the words she was singing. People were dancing to the beat of the music and gyrating their hips to the melody of her voice.
I love rock n' roll
So put another dime in the jukebox, baby
I love rock n' roll
So come an' take your time an' dance with
I love rock n' roll
So put another dime in the jukebox, baby
I love rock n' roll
So come an' take your time an' dance with
I love rock n' roll
So put another dime in the jukebox, baby
I love rock n' roll
So come an' take your time an' dance with
I love rock n' roll
So put another dime in the jukebox, baby
I love rock n' roll
So come an' take your time an' dance with me
Once the song was over, Elena looked up toward the dancing crowd, suddenly erupting in a wild applause. Elena dramatically bowed, and she threw her head back up, bringing her curls with her. Getting off the bar, the dance music started again, and when Elena gave the microphone back to the DJ, who was staring at her in awe, she smiled at him and walked off towards her friends, who were engrossed in a game of pool. As soon as their best friend came up to them, the game seemed to have been forgotten.
''That was amazing, as usual!'' Bonnie exclaimed and hugged her friend.
''Our very own Joan Jett. Though the sexiness-level does go more towards Britney Spears,'' Caroline remarked thoughtfully.
Elena laughed. ''Whatever, guys! Just order up the shots!''
''Hey! There's something I can do better than you!'' Bonnie joked, to which all of them laughed again.
''So Caroline started, leaning against the pool table, watching as Elena lined up her shot.
''So..'' Elena copied in the same tone.
''What if I told you that my mom called yesterday asking if we wanted to return back to Mystic Falls for the weekend?''
''What'd you say?'' Elena asked. She was having difficulty dividing her attention between her friend, watching in amusement as Bonnie forgot their orders and was flirting with the bartender, lining up a good shot and checking out the butt of a cute guy that walked past her.
''Are you and Bonnie coming back with me? Stefan's family is going back, too, so I figure Katherine will be home, too…''
''Ughh! That'll be bucket loads of fun. The Gilbert Sisters back in the game,'' Elena quipped.
''Oh, come on, she's not that bad.''
''Nooo, she's all rainbows and sunshine until someone compliments me or something,'' Elena said with a frown. She loved her sister to death, but they were so incredibly different their personalities couldn't help but clash.
''Quit the drama, princesses! Let's drink!'' Bonnie announced with three shots between her fingers.
Elena grinned and took her shot. ''Let's!'' the three of them cried in unison.
When they sat their shot glasses back on the table, Caroline started climbing on it.
''What are you doing?'' Elena screamed at her friend, whom was bringing Bonnie up with her.
''Dancing! There is no room up there and we get the perfect vantage point for hot guy from up here!''
Sure enough thanks to Caroline's logic, whom was now dancing sexily against her best friend, they were definitely turning heads in the club.
''Oh, screw it! Let's go back to Mystic Falls this weekend!'' Elena announced wildly before climbing up on the table with them, resting her hands on Caroline's hips and dancing with them, for a minute forgetting why she wouldn't want to return, she enjoyed the music that flowed through the vibrating speakers, and the alcohol clouding her judgment.
On the other side of town, on the Upper East Side, Damon Salvatore walked into his apartment and immediately took solace behind his piano.
He stared intently at the keys, trying to muster up the energy to write a melody that most of the time just came flowing out of his fingers as easy as it was for him to breathe. But this time, nothing. His head was still replaying the millionth fight he had with his so-called longtime girlfriend Katherine Gilbert.
''I told you yesterday in between classes about going to Mystic Falls over the weekend! My parents said they had some big announcement to make and they wanted to finally meet you! Come on, Damon, you promised!'' Katherine whined when they got back from another lavish party hosted by the school they were both teaching at.
''And I told you weeks before that, Katherine, that I would be busy with the upcoming concertos and solo recitals! You've known for weeks because you volunteered, too!'' he argued, trying to stay as calm as possible, which wasn't always the easiest thing to do when having someone like Katherine around, ''besides, weren't you the one that said that music would always come first to you?''
Katherine sighed and flipped her professionally done hair over her shoulder, strutting into her apartment with a sashay in her steps, no doubt designed to make him do whatever she wanted him to. And the desired effect seemed to have worked for a second, because it didn't matter how cool and controlled one knows Damon Salvatore to be, he was still a man with a working libido, and no one could resist Katherine Pierce when she was in a pencil skirt and sky-high heels strutting her stuff right in front of you with the purpose of getting you to notice her. But, then he realized why he was mad at her again, and he stared her down, impatiently waiting for her explanation.
''I already talked to the principal and the dean about it, and seeing as we are two of the youngest and most prestigious teachers at Julliard he said a small weekend off couldn't do any harm,'' she explained while perching herself up on the kitchen counter, watching him intently while biting her lip. She knew he was going to cave, they always did. It was just a matter of time before she got what she wanted.
Damon groaned in annoyance. ''And you didn't even tell me!''
''You should be happy I did that for you, Damon,'' she said, licking her lips as she watched him take of his blazer and tie, ''you get a weekend off to relax, and who knows what we get to do in my old room. You get to meet my family, and besides, Stefan is going, too,'' she added as an afterthought.
''My brother is going? Why on earth would he do that?'' Damon asked, visibly taken aback by this new developement.
''He's dating my little sister's best friend. Carol, or Caramel or something, doesn't matter. He told me last week and I suggested we'd head out, too, seeing as our parents had some big announcement to make anyway. I even convinced your parents to go with us! See it as family weekend between two extremely musically talented families,'' she explained with a big, and still ever so sultry, grin.
''Wait, hold up – go back there for a second. My parents?'' he asked, exasperated, his eyes wide and his jaw unhinged.
Katherine rolled her eyes. She honestly couldn't understand why he wasn't happy about this.
''Yes, your parents. Apparently your brother filled her in on Caroline and my family and she was beyond happy to come with us. Knowing Isabella Salvatore she worked her charm and made your father go with us, too.''
''Yippee,'' he commented dryly, walking over to the wet bar to pour himself a much needed drink. Or two.
Katherine sighed again, and hopped off the counter to walk towards her devilishly handsome boyfriend. Her hands crawled up his broad and muscular back from under his dress shirt, and she pressed a soft kiss on his ear, sucking his earlobe in her mouth, enjoying seeing him quiver.
''Katherine..'' he started.
''Shh, don't say anything. I already booked the tickets, and my parents would be extremely disappointed if you didn't come,'' she complained with a pout.
''Why would you give up this weekend to go back home?''
''I want you to meet them, don't you get it? I want to take this relationship to the next level.''
He turned around in her arms, and kissed her on the lips. ''Really?'' he asked, not fully convinced.
''Please, Damon. This would mean the world to me.''
Damon sighed, looking into her dark brown eyes. She was beautiful, there was no doubt about that, but he was always a little disappointed when he looked into those eyes. There wasn't any warmth or kindness in there. There was always lust and darkness. She always seemed to look at him as if she was up to something, as if she had all the secrets of the world buried behind those irises.
''Fine. I'll go with you,'' he relented with a sigh.
That evening left him emotionally drained, and that was only one day in the week of dating Katherine. He looked out of the part of the apartment that completely consisted out of glass, and stared at the beautiful city he called home. He just got home from a night at the bar together with his best friend and music producer Alaric Saltzman, where he spent the night once again drinking his Bourbon and unnecessarily defending his relationship with Katherine. Ric never understood why Damon was with her. He didn't understand his friend when he told Ric that Katherine and him were one and the same, two souls who knew for sure that the only thing in their life that mattered was their music. They didn't have anyone to go home to at the end of the night, no one they could be affectionate with in public because they were just not that kind of people. They both were the black sheep of the family, and they both were too talented for others to think of them as 'part of the group'.
Since Damon could remember, his life was all about music. He started playing piano when he was five years old, and soon different other instruments followed suit. He was a brilliant music composer and could conjure up a melody the second his fingers settled on the piano keys, or the minute he felt the guitar resting on his thigh. His father was an esteemed man in the world of music. He was passionate and serious about his music, until recently he forgot all about its meaning and became an emotionally crippled robot, settling for being a part of the board at Julliard School. His mother used to be his tour groupie. Seriously. It was no secret his mother was gorgeous in her young age – she still was now, just not in the sense where she looks twenty years old – and she was a musical miracle herself. She possessed a hypnotizing voice and a killer smile that could bring even the coldest men to their knees – hence the reason his father married her. His little brother was also a musical prodigy, knowing his way around a piano as if he was one of those little Chinese boys that were trained from when they were babies up until the moment they performed for posh crowds.
But Stefan went another way. He made sure to always follow up on his music and he is one of the best piano-players in New York, but that wasn't in his future, he said himself. He's in law school now, and Damon had to admit that he was proud of his little brother.
His father would have been disappointed if it were Damon that made that decision. No son of mine goes to law school when he has a piano in his living room, he would have said. But, no, god forbid that Stefan Salvatore would ever do something wrong. That just isn't physically possible.
Damon on the other hand, one of the most respected and multi-talented teachers one of America's best music schools could offer, knew his way around everything regarding music with his eyes closed, and that still never would have been enough for his father.
God, daddy issues wouldn't even begin to cover his messed up home life.
The only solace he would find there, would be his mother. That beautiful woman had taught him that no matter what life threw at you, no matter how much drama you had to deal with or how much you had on your plate, you always go through with it with a charming smile on your face and a stimulating melody in your mind. She was the light in his life, the only woman he had a sliver of respect for and admired for everything that she was.
And now here he was, supposedly packing for meeting the family of a girlfriend he wasn't even serious about, a family he was sure he was never going to see again.
When he first started things with Katherine, he was sure she just wanted to keep things casual. He was glad she wasn't one to ask when he was finally going to take her out on a date for once, or when he was going to buy her a stuffed animal. It's not that he's not that guy, he just wasn't in the mood to do that kind of stuff for her. He may sound selfish thinking that, but he didn't mind. He knew who he was, and selfless and caring wasn't one of them.
But like everything else, he told himself to stop moping. It was just a weekend.
What could possibly happen in just one, simple, boring weekend?
I hope you liked this short prologue. This was more of a back-ground type of chapter to who you who our heroes are and what their background is.
xoxo,
Layla