Things Change
Twenty years have passed, and poor Anzu is stuck in the past. She constantly looks back at all the things she messed up and missed, regretting everything.
Song: "1985" by Bowling for Soup (clean version)
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!. If I did, I'd be very happy.
Woo hoo hoo
Woo hoo hoo
Debbie just hit the wall
Never had it all
One workout a day
Husband's a CPA
Her dreams went out the door
When she turned twenty-four
Only loved just one man
What happened to her plan?
Anzu blinked, and stared at the dull, white ceiling. She sat on a dull, queen-sized bed, in a dull room. The window had a dull view. Life was dull. And she had no one to blame but herself.
And yet she kept staring at the ceiling, thinking, thinking. For a moment her mind rested on Yuugi; on the Pharoah. Why couldn't one of them be hers?
She was gonna be an actress
She was gonna be a star
She was gonna shake it right
On the hood of White Snake's car
Her yellow SUV, is now the enemy
Looks at her average life
And nothing, has been, alright
Since Bruce Springstein, Madonna
Way before Nirvana
There was U2, and Blondie
And music still on MTV
Her two kids, in high school
They tell her that she's uncool
'Cause she's still preoccupied
With 19, 19, 1985
Anzu frowned. She glanced at a black wall clock. 12:30. Her kids would be out of school in an hour. Anzu didn't care. She didn't care about anything anymore. She married a nobody, and had kids with a nobody. Her nobody kids criticized her.
She envied all the people who reached her goal—her goal to be famous. She couldn't reach that goal now…not at thirty-six. It was all over. Life stunk.
Woo hoo hoo
1985
Woo hoo hoo
She's seen all the classics
She knows every line
Breakfast Club, Pretty in Pink
Even Saint Elmo's Fire
She rocked out to wham
Not a big Limp Biscuit fan
Thought she'd get a hand
On a member of Duran Duran
Where's the mini-skirt made of snakeskin
And who's the other guy singing in Van Halen
When did reality, become TV
What ever happened to sitcoms, game shows
On the radio was
Springstein, Madonna
Way before Nirvana
There was U2, and Blondie
And music still on MTV
Her two kids, in high school
They tell her that she's uncool
'Cause she's still preoccupied
With 19, 19, 1985
Anzu groaned as the clock chimed once. She snapped out of her stupor and slowly stood up. She couldn't take it anymore. Everything that her life had surrounded, gone. It was just a memory. It was a very sad memory.
Woo hoo hoo
She hates time, make it stop
When did Motley Crue become classic rock?
And when did Ozzy become an actor?
Please make this stop!
Stop!
Stop!
She trudged over to a built-in white shelf. Anzu stared at a rectangular dusty lump of cards. Her old Duel Monster cards. Sure, that game was a big hit. But now…now it was gone; just an old fad.
And perhaps…perhaps she, herself, was gone as well, just like Duel Monsters. She had no idea what was going on anymore…plus, she had lost contact with her friends. She wanted this all to stop. Everything was going at too fast a pace.
And bring back
Springstein, Madonna
Way before Nirvana
There was U2, and Blondie
And music still on MTV
Her two kids, in high school
They tell her that she's uncool
'Cause she's still preoccupied
With 1985
Bruce Springstein, Madonna
Way before Nirvana
There was U2, and Blondie
And music still on MTV
Her two kids, in high school
They tell her that she's uncool
'Cause she's still preoccupied
With 19, 19, 1985
Things change.
Pets: Uwah! My first songfic! Actually, it's the first fanfiction I haven't killed…
Anzu: Thanks a lot for making me unhappy.
Pets: Mm-hmm, you're welcome. Review, people!