Disclaimer: In no possible way do I own Pokemon. I also dont ow 'Rush' by Aly and AJ
Author's Note: Hey! Welcome to my fic! This isn't your average story about a trainer and their quest to become a master. So, you have been warned. I'd love to hear from you guys; flames will be used to make a nice fire for me(it's coming to the end of winter where I live). Hope you guys enjoy!
It was a peaceful night in Slateport City. Except for the Contest hall. There were lights flashing everywhere, lines of highly excited teenagers were streaming into the building.
The hall had changed been changed into the hottest concert venue for the hottest singing sensation in Hoenn.
The corridors were filled with food stands and over-priced merchandise stands. The latest CD's, coasters, T-shirts, mugs and caps, along with over priced hot dogs and water. What ever happened to people bringing their own food and drink?
However, I've got the best seat in the house. And not at the front.
I am the one all these people are coming to see.
My name is Gemma. I am the latest singing teen sensation. I started as any normal kid, a trainer leaving at the tender age of 10. My first pokemon was an unusual one because it wasn't any of the three starters - Torchic, Treeko or Mudkip. I had a Bagon. However, it was never mine to start off with. He belonged to my sister. My sister was not to happy about this at all. She wanted a cute, pink Skitty. What my sister wants, my sister gets. So my mother threw Bagon out and got my sister a Skitty. I looked after Bagon from then on. We've been best friends ever since.
I never really wanted to be a star. I accidently got into this business when a manager heard me singing in the park in my home town of Verdanturf. The only person who was supportive of me doing this was my Dad, Dan. He travels with me to my shows. So does Bagon; who has now become a Salamence. Salamence is my means of travel - I hate cars.
With nervous butterflies in my stomach, I was pacing in my room back and forth. It was 7:30, but my show didn't start until 8.
"Sweetie, calm down. You'll be fine out there" my dad comforted me. I always seemed to make myself into a nervous wreck - once I was on stage, it all would just disappear and I felt adrenaline rush through my veins. It was the best feeling. I could just, for a momentary two and a half hours, forget all my problems and have fun with the crowd. They loved me and I loved them back.
"Buu!" and I felt a soft weight on my head. My newest addition to my traveling crew was Swablu. And she has a fetish of landing on my head. Since I leave both Salamence and her out of their pokeballs, I mentally picture one of them coming onto the stage; Salamence with his jaws open, screeching at the top of his lungs or Swablu landing on my head during the middle of one of my songs. Thankfully that hasn't happened. Yet.
"Gemma. 10 minutes" said the stage manager. Just with those three words, my heart beat tripled. I started to jump up and down on the spot, trying to calm my nerves.
"Honey." my dad captured my attention, I turned and stared into his emerald green eyes, " You'll be fine. You always are. Just be yourself and have fun" he smiled.
I returned his smile.
"Yeah, ok" I replied shyly.Salamence started rubbing his head against my legs.
"Mmm?" I questioned, bending down to his level, he suddenly started to gently headbutt me. His action comforted me. I felt relieved and happy I had such a loving pokemon companion.
"Mence." he nodded. I grinned.
"You're such a cutie when you're like that" I replied, stroking him.
"Me" Salamence pulled away, refusing to admit that he, a strong, tough looking dragon like him, could be considered cute.
I suddenly realised something. There should be one more good luck gesture.
"Where's Swablu?" I asked, nervousness being taken over by panic.
"Don't worry about it Gemma, Swablu will be on my shoulder in no time flat, watching you with her utter most attention" Dad gave me an encouraging word, but the butterflies still stayed in my stomach.
The lights in the concert hall were dimmed to pitch black. I swear, if I didn't know the crowd was here for me, I would've run out to recover the hearing loss in my ears, it was that loud. Somehow, their cheering comforted me; that there was an actual reason why I was doing this. Adrenaline was pumping through my veins, my heart beat became a rhythm of song and I was bouncing on my feet. I was ready. I wanted to see them all, thank them all for supporting me.
"Gemma, go now!" the stage director directed me. Slowly walking onto the stage, my introduction began.
Normally, my first song was upbeat and rock. Hard hitting beats with strong guitar chords. However, tonight I wanted a change, with a song that started with bass and guitar strumming. To me, songs weren't always about the sound; the different instruments coming together to play a beautiful melody. My favourite thing about songs are the lyrics. There are songs in this world that have terrible music backing to them, but the lyrics are so close to the heart, you can't help but listen.
"Into your head, into your mind
Out of your soul, race through your veins
You can't escape, you can't escape."
The feeling of performing did this to me. The excitement of it all, the pressure building for days on end, then bang! the final product. All coming together perfectly.
"Into your life, into your dreams,
Out of the dark, so light again.
You can't explain, you can't explain."
My life. Mixing dreams together with reality, then dreams becoming reality. The darkness had gotten to me, my family breaking apart sent me into chaos. Everything was a mess, spiraling out of control. However, down in the very dark depths, I found something to give me the strength to see brightness again, to feel so high up in the clouds.
"Can You feel it, can you feel it?
Rushin' through your hair,Rushin' through your head,
Can you feel it, can you feel it?"
Everything combined makes you want to lose control. Fly off the ground, have nothing under to support you, just you and the high, free feeling.
"Don't let nobody tell you, your life is over,
Be every colour that you are, into the rush now,
You don't have to know how, know it all before you'll try."
I kept telling myself that everything in my life was over. Everything I cherished and knew so well. However, seeing the colours revealed to myself what I needed to do, just not too quickly, even if I had no clue what I was doing.
"More than you land spinning around,
Lifting your feet right off the ground,
You can't believe this is happening now."
The first time I lost control. The first time I was feeling free and high. I had never felt so much at a time. Happiness, sadness, awe, desperation, scared. I'd been so afraid to leave the ground. Having my feet firmly planted on the ground gave me security, always knowing what was to be expected. However, my high changed me completely. Living for unknowns was better than having to live knowingly.
"It takes you to another place, imagine everything you can.
All the colors start to blend, the system overloads again."
My mind during the highs and lows. Another world where it is peaceful. A world that I have control over. Where everyone is equal and treated the same. When it gets to the end, everything mixes together. Blue, red, purple, green, yellow, orange, pink. Then darkness takes over, to calm and rebuild.
"Can You feel it, can you feel it,
Rushin' through your hair, rushin' through your head,
Can you feel it, can you feel it,
Don't let nobody tell you, your life is over,
Be every color that you are, into the rush now,
You don't have to know how, know it all before you'll try."
I know it all sounds pretty intense, but thats how I feel. My world. I'm still trying to find that one person in this world. One who understands what I mean. If it's going to take traveling this whole vast land, I'll do it.
After finishing my rush, the cheers were unstoppable. Whistling, clapping, stamping, screaming. It was all there.
Preparing for my second song, my mic was on the stand and I was clapping the beat in. However, my mind froze when I felt a light weight on my head. Great. My nightmare had become reality.
Please R&R