Hey guys! This is my first fic, so I'm sorry for any mistakes. I know when people have the song lyrics its all cheesy and stuff, BUT im a cheesy gal. The Lyrics belong to My Chemical Romance from the Song Welcome to the Black Parade. Constructive Criticism is very helpful! Please review.
I don't own any recognizable characters.
BPOV
The bench of the piano was cold as I gently sat down. Pulling the microphone down, I readjusted the height. I took out the folded piece of notebook paper I had just recently found again and opened it. The feeling of De-ja-vu overtook me as I read the faded scrawl that was my handwriting.
"When I was a young girl, my father took me into the city to see a marching band. He said, 'Girl when you grow up will you be the saviour of the broken, the beaten, and the damned?' he said, 'Will you defeat them, your demons, and all the non-believers, the plans that they have made, because one day, I'll leave you; A phantom to lead you in the summer, to join the black parade." My voice broke as I read the lyrics Edward and I had written three years ago. The painful memories it brought back made my eyes well up with tears. It was from before everything exploded, before Charlie turned in to the abusive fraud he is, and from when Edward and I were still friends.
I quickly took out the other paper from my folder and set it down next to it. I read it over. The tune would work. I pressed lightly on the piano's key. It immediately relaxed me. My mind went blank as I began to create a new song. I just sang.
"When I was a young girl
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band
He said, "Girl, when you grow up
Would you be the saviour of the broken?
The beaten and the damned?
He said, "Will you defeat them?
Your demons and all the non-believers,
The plans that they have made?
Because one day, I'll leave you
A phantom to lead you in the summer
To join the Black Parade"
When I was a young girl
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band
He said, "Girl, when you grow up
Would you be the saviour of the broken?
The beaten and the damned?
Sometimes I get the feeling she's watching over me.
And other times I feel like I should go.
And through it all, the rise and fall.
The bodies in the streets.
And when you're gone we want you all to know.
We'll carry on, we'll carry on.
And though you're dead and gone, believe me.
Your memory will carry on, we'll carry on.
And in my heart, I can't contain it.
The anthem won't explain it.
And while that sends you reeling.
From decimated dreams.
Your misery and hate will kill us all.
So paint it black and take it back.
Let's shout out loud and clear.
Do you fight it to the end?
We hear the call to carry on, we'll carry on.
And though you're dead and gone, believe me.
Your memory will carry on, we'll carry on.
And though you're broken and defeated.
You're weary widow marches.
On and on we carry through the fears
Disappointed faces of your peers.
Take a look at me.
'Cause I could not care at all
Do or die, you'll never make me.
Because the world will never take my heart.
Though you try, you'll never break me.
We want it all, we wanna play this part.
Won't explain or say I'm sorry.
I'm unashamed, I'm gonna show my scar.
Give a cheer for all the broken.
Listen here, because it's only.
I'm just a girl, I'm not a hero.
Just a girl who wanna sing her song.
Just a girl, I'm not a hero.
I don't care!
We'll carry on, we'll carry on
And though you're dead and gone, believe me.
Your memory will carry on, you'll carry on.
And though you're broken and defeated.
You're weary widow marches on.
Do or die, you'll never make me
Because the world will never take my heart.
Though you try, you'll never break me.
We want it all, we wanna play this part.
We'll carry on.
Do or die, you'll never make me,
Because the world will never take my heart.
Though you try, you'll never break me.
We want it all, we wanna play this part.
We'll carry on."
As the last notes faded of the walls I registered a man on the other side of the recording studio. I immediately tensed.
"Who are you? Did Billy let you in?" I asked. The man was tall and blonde. I shivered; although it wasn't the blonde I thought it was. His blue eyes stared at me in astonishment as I turned to face him.
"My name's Jasper." he drawled. His eyes darted to the deep purple bruise on my upper arm. I cursed. I had taken my coat off because Billy usually didn't let people in. I quickly covered it. He looked back at my face, his eyebrow quirked in a silent question. I just shook my head.
"I hit it on the stairs. I'm really quite clumsy." I said quietly. He didn't look convinced. "Did you, um, hear that?" I asked sceptically.
His unbelieving facial expression changed instantly in to one of awe. "That was incredible! Who wrote that? I love how in the middle it almost changes songs completely." He rambled on excitedly.
"Whoa, Jasper, calm down buddy," I smiled, which was a rare occurrence. "Uhm, I wrote it myself." My shoes suddenly became interesting.
"Your voice is so different. The song is kind of sad. Did your dad die or something?"
I can only wish.
"What?" His eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. Only then I realized I had spoken out loud.
"It's nothing." I said quickly. He sat down on the faded brown couch. Usually I would get out of there ASAP, but something about his presence calmed me. "Are you in a band?" I asked trying to distract him. His eyes lit up as he smiled.
"Yeah, with my four other friends; I play base and sing sometimes. Why?" He inquired.
"I wrote a song a while back that would go perfectly with your voice. I don't usually share my music with people, by your not acting like an idiot so I'll let you see it." It was true. Billy is the only one who's heard my voice for years, and I was still reluctant to let him listen.
I quickly grabbed the black notebook sitting on the top of the piano and searched for the faded sheet score. The song title Break Your Little Heart stood out against the cream background of the paper. I handed him the paper as he walked to the mike.
"I wrote this while watching an ex-friend of mine go through all these girls." I said sadly as I sat on the white piano bench. Jasper didn't say anything as he read the words.
"He hurt you to, didn't he?" He concluded. I just smiled sadly and turned back to the crisp white keys.
"Let's just try it out. Sing it however you want." He stared at me for a second before nodding his head.
"Let's do this."