Musicianship
A Teen Titans Fan Fiction
By: Girlygal32
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Teen Titans
Notes from the author: Yay! 4th fic! One-shot, may continue later. Enjoy! Summary: A certain Titan has a choice to make: supporting his friends or getting paid for doing what he loves most: music. I don't know how much longer I can control myself… One-shot.
I don't know how much longer I can control myself. Trying to keep myself away from the keyboard under my bed, the guitar in my closet, the drums in the store room that the others think are just someone's old memories. Trying to keep my trumpet hidden, trying to always play pianissimo instead of forte like I'm used to. Trying to keep myself out of the karaoke club, trying to avoid the local choir concerts, putting on a sour attitude when someone drags the rest of us to one. Trying to keep the radio off, and when I'm alone and it's on, trying not to tear up when I hear the songs I wrote get announced on the Top Ten. Songs I wrote. Me.
I couldn't be happier. But it couldn't tear me apart more, either.
Talent. They said I had talent. Potential. Skill. They said I could do this forever, that I could create a legacy. And I want to. But it's a full time job. And I can't be a musician and a superhero.
They gave me one week to make up my mind. And now my hand is hovering over the phone. Because today is my last day to decide. I choose singing. I love it. I can't turn down this opportunity.
But I can't let my friends down, either.
Now what?
I leave my room and go to the ops. room. I look out over the city. What would everyone say when a Titan goes missing and a singer who looks and sounds just like him shows up? Then what? What would the press say? What would my friends say?
My hand is on the phone. It's by my face. I'm dialing the number. It's ringing.
"Hello, Paul Dynasty of Dynasty Records,"
I hesitate. But then, I say, "I'm in,"
Someone yells from down the hallway.
"Robin, we're back!"
Crap. Now what?
TBC?