The Title means Love Conquers All Things in Latin
A/U Note: I don't own twilight! Though I do own Moon and the story plot and some of the character traits
It won't be easy, you'll think it strange
When I try to explain how I feel
That I still need your love after all that I've done
You won't believe me
All you will see is a girl you once knew
Although she's dressed up to the nines
At sixes and sevens with you
I had to let it happen, I had to change
Couldn't stay all my life down at heel
Looking out of the window, staying out of the sun
So I chose freedom
Running around, trying everything new
But nothing impressed me at all
I never expected it to
Don't cry for me Argentina
The truth is I never left you
All through my wild days
My mad existence
I kept my promise
Don't keep your distance
And as for fortune, and as for fame
I never invited them in
Though it seemed to the world they were all I desired
They are illusions
They are not the solutions they promised to be
The answer was here all the time
I love you and hope you love me
Don't cry for me Argentina
The truth is I never left you
All through my wild days
My mad existence
I kept my promise
Don't keep your distance
Have I said too much?
There's nothing more I can think of to say to you.
But all you have to do is look at me to know
That every word is true.
I belted out the song with as much feeling as I could muster. Which was a lot seeing as the story meant a lot to me. I was famous, yeah, but no one that saw me ever knew that. I was the unknown singer at the karaoke bar, the silent girl in the corner drinking whiskey all night. Not one person in this place knew that I was an author and soon my books would make it to the big screen. I preferred them not knowing…it was less of a headache for me.
I don't remember who it was that made this song mean so much to me. I just remember his drawl and his smile. Everything else is a blur. I was little when he was around me and when he made me promise that I would stay true to myself. He promised he would be back one day. I never left my home town until I was 21 and thought he might never come back.
His drawl reminded me of a southerner with some Spanish influence, which might be why this song hit a cord with me. He is the reason I drink. I remember running outside one night in the wonderful Texas heat and tripping. He caught me with ease, he always caught me. The man never let me get hurt if he could help it. I guess deep down I thought maybe if I drank, I would get into some trouble. Then maybe he would come back to me.
I never dated really…I did try once…didn't work out. Not one other male managed to meet up to the bar he set.
I set down my shot glass and signaled for some more from the bartender. She knew me well, even if she shouldn't. When I moved to this dreary place I was hoping to run from my problems. This bartender, Bella, never seemed to mind. She understood my silence, my pain, even if I never told her. Her eyes always made me stare…even if just out of the corner of my eye. Her eyes actually spurred my new series of books. They were one of the most amazing shades of gold. Impossible really, but there they were.
Apparently it was closing time now. I wonder how long I have been sitting here. Bella is waving me over gently. She might have read my new book and wants to talk about it. She is the only person alive that knows who I really am. Luna Whitlock. That was my pen name. No one on earth ever needed to know that my real name was Moon…that would just be hard to explain, it always has been.
My parents, may they rest in peace…or pieces…were major hippies so when I was born just as the moon was rising they named me after it. Well I called them hippies. They were actually just Native Americans who were still in touch with their roots. Which I thought was a morbid funny joke when they were killed by bears a few years ago.
I walked over to Bella and sat down on a stool giving her the money for the whiskey tonight. She waved me off…which I thought was odd.
"Don't worry about it birthday girl!" She said with her tinkling voice. She had a body and a voice I would kill for.
"Thanks for remembering." I muttered sarcastically under my breath. She waved a ticket under my nose sending my head spinning.
"What's that?" I asked dumbly.
"Well my husband is taking me on a trip and he invited his best friend so I'm inviting my only friend!" She said as if it was obvious. I just gave her one of my looks.
"I told you not to set me up with people! And I know for a fact that there is no way I could possibly be your only friend, maybe one of your only single ones but still!"
"Guilty!" she said raising her arms in defeat. "But that doesn't change the fact that I want you to come. Oh and thanks for using me for your story!" she whispered the last part almost too low for me to hear but I appreciated the thought none the less. After a moment I caved to her eyes pleading silently. She squealed and clocked out. She drove me home after that and explained that they were leaving tomorrow night and that I would love Paris.
She helped me pack my bags for the trip the next morning after staying the night with me. Apparently Paris was going to be rainy for our trip but that wasn't going to stop her. Of course not! She also explained that we were leaving before the boys so that we could get dressed for our first night out dancing. She knew I hated dancing but that didn't seem to faze her in the least. I swear she was just a bundle of nerves.
I could tell she was hiding something from me when she kept rambling. I didn't catch majority of what she said, she said it that fast. Eventually we were on our way and sitting on the plane in first class of course. This woman had more money than I did and I was filthy rich at this point since I never really spent much money. I was sort of wishing her husband was with us so she would calm the fuck down, but no such luck for me.
After what seemed like forever we were in Paris and both dressed and ready to go out for the night and meet with the boys. I still didn't know who the friend I was being hooked up with was but I figured it didn't matter. My gut told me that he would be amazing, and with my brain saying that even if he wasn't I would just blow him off the rest of the trip.
We went to a karaoke bar first. That was where we were meeting them I guess. Bella gave me the look that I knew in my gut meant she wanted me to get up and sing. I shrugged and told her, "Why the fuck not? Might as well have some fun while I'm here right?" she nodded as I slammed my shot of whiskey. Damn they had the good stuff here!
So I got on stage and stared off as I sang MY song. The same one I always sing. Don't Cry for Me Argentina was my favorite song in the world. As I reached the middle of the song where I start to get really into it I locked eyes with a cowboy near the entrance. He seemed frozen in place with a shocked look on his face as I belt out the rest of the song. I couldn't place it but I felt like I was singing it to him and telling him that I hoped he loved me. I could swear I knew this man from somewhere but I couldn't place him.
A/U Note: Please let me know what you think. Can you guess who Bella's husband is? since you can guess who his friend is I'm not gonna ask that. Oh and the song is Don't cry for me Argentina...I used the Glee version for my inspiration to start this story. Once more please tell me what you think.