Just a few informations before the story begins:
1. This is my first fanfic, so i am sorry if it is really bad. Please don't hate me!
2. English isn't my first language so there might be some spelling or grammar mistakes. I am sorry for those.
3. I do not own any characters (exept Jessie), plot lines or songs I might use.
I hope you all like it!
On the floor of Tokyo
Or down in London town to go, go
~ Dancing with myself - Billy Idol
She already knew when she boarded her plane that this stay was going to be a quite interesting. If anyone asked her why she would have answered that she didn't have the slightest idea why. She just had a feeling.
There was no particular reason why this visit should be a success. After all she hadn't seen her grandmother since she was eight and people do change in twelve years. She was an adult now even though she had no idea what to do with her life. According to her mother it was a bad thing. She was always going on about that.
»When are you going to do something useful with your life?« her mother kept asking her.
She knew of cause why her mother was asking. For him.
All she wanted was for him to stay away from her. That was why she finally agreed to go to London even though the chances of her living her dreams there was non-existent.
Yes you got it right; she knew what her dreams were even though she had no idea what to do with her life. She knew her dreams wouldn't come true, dreams never do, and he would never support her in it and she needed his support to get her mothers. And she needed her mother's support.
She could still remember when it just had been them, alone in the big city, just them against the world. Then he had entered their lives, screwing everything up. Her mother had become a stranger, so focused at him and their life together that she had simply forgotten about her eldest child. Except when he reminded her which he only did when she had done something to displease him. Which she did all the time. And then he would...
No, she wouldn't think about that or him right now. She tried to think about good things, that feeling she had about London. It was going to be great. A new start her mother had called it. A wonderful new start her instinct told her. And she always followed her instinct.
She turned her head the other way and looked across the plane. Half of the people onboard were snoring away and the rest were watching movies. She had tried to sleep herself but had been unable to. She couldn't sleep on planes no matter how hard she tried. Instead she dogged down her pocket and pulled out her IPhone. She scrolled through the numbers when she finally found the one she had been searching for.
The sound of a piano filled her headphone as one of her absolute favourite songs reassuring blasted through her head.
Just a small town's girl
Living in a lonely world
She took the midnight train
Going anywhere
Just a city boy
Born and raised in South Detroit
He took the midnight train
Going anywhere
The guitar solo she loved started and she began to relax.
A singer in a smoky room
The smell of wine and cheep perfume
For a smile they can share the night
It goes on and on and on and on
The chorus began
Strangers, waiting
Up and down the boulevard
Their shadows searching in the night
Streetlight people
Living just to find emotion
Hiding somewhere in the night.
She closed her eyes, living the song as her old teacher once had told him.
Working hard to get my fill
Everybody wants a thrill
Paying anything to roll the dice
Just one more time
Some will win, some will lose
Some were born to sing the blues
Oh the movies never ends
It goes on and on and on and on
She had once considered her one of those who were born to sing the blues, but she wasn't so sure anymore. How everything had been so easier when she was just a little child with big dreams.
Strangers, waiting
Up and down the boulevard
Their shadows searching in the night
Hiding somewhere in the niiight.
She silently sang along to last parts of the song.
Don't stop believing
Hold on to that feeling
Streetlight people
Don't stop believing
Streetlight people
DON'T STOP
She smiled as next song began.
She liked London as she watched it through the windows of the cab. She liked it, didn't love it like she loved New York. She already knew it would be like that. She had such a connection to New York that every other city was nothing compared to it. But London definitely came second. The streets looked friendly and she was going to feel at home in this grand European city. The cab turned around the corner and her instinct told her that she had reached her destination. Outside the house stood an elder woman under a gigantic black umbrella, so she remained dry despite the pouring rain. She could see faintly that the woman was an older version of her mother.
»We're here now miss« the friendly cappie informed her »221 Baker Street«
She smiled at him and paid him with a really big tip which made him run out in the rain and transport her suitcases safely inside with the help of another man who came from inside the building. She opened her door and slit in under her grandmothers umbrella.
»Welcome dear« her grandmother said, putting her arm around her grandchild shoulder while they were running inside.
When the door slammed behind them Jessie Hudson had never been happier about getting inside.
The song is Don't Stop Believing by Journey