You can interpret songs in different ways and this is a story based on how I interpret "Sarah." I only changed the name Sarah of the girl for fun; I like the name Lindsey. Anyways, this won't be too long, but I hope everyone likes it and if you review, you're a pretty cool kid, just throwing that out there.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.
"Vin Spiederman, 'Sarah,' take one," Kwest said quietly into the microphone on a Friday night as he sat at G-Major with the 20-year-old musician.
Spiederman took a deep breath before he began singing and playing the piano.
And if you sent a raid out, a raid on me.
Well tell me that it takes two, to come in secretly.
And take 'em out and end all end all to be,
Well tell me are you waiting for someone like me?
The honest truth is it is me,
Oh Sarah don't you know?
That there's something, there's something to being alone
Oh Sarah don't you go,
Cause I'm nothing, I'm nothing on my own.
And if you sent a raid out, a raid on me
Well tell me that it takes two to come and rescue me.
Mmm
You can take it on the road,
You can take it over high,
You could bring it down, to make it on your own.
You've been takin it hard, you should take it slow.
The honest truth is it is me,
Oh Sarah don't you know
That there's something, there's something to being alone.
And oh Sarah don't you go,
Cause I'm nothing, I'm nothing on my own
And Oh Sarah, where'd you go?
And Oh Sarah, where'd you go?
And Oh Sarah, where'd you go?
Mmm Sarah, where'd you go?
Cause I'm nothing, I'm nothing on my own.
And don't you know I'm nothing, I'm nothing on my own.
And Oh Sarah don't you know,
That there's something, there something to being alone?
And oh Sarah don't you go
Cause I'm nothing, I'm nothing on my own.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
"Who's Sarah?" Tommy whispered to Jude as they sat on the couch in studio A, listening to her best friend sing. "Or is she just made up for the song?"
"Oh, she was real," Jude assured him. "But her name was Lindsey; he only used Sarah for privacy purposes. We grew up with her, him especially. They were like me and Jamie, but he was always so protective of her because it was rumored that her dad was abusive. Anyways, when we came back from winter break during grade 9, she never showed up and no one, including him, has heard from her since."
Tommy was stunned. He could feel the pain in Spiederman's song and he'd never known the guy to have that much depth. "Wow. He was heartbroken, huh?"
"I think so," Jude confirmed. "He puts up a good front, but I know he misses her."
"Well, sure," Tommy shrugged. "He obviously loved her."
Kyle and Wally walked in then and sat on the floor in front of Jude and Tommy.
"So, he's finally recording 'Sarah,' huh?" Kyle noticed. "It's about time. He wrote this song when we were 15."
"Really?" Jude asked. "I know he's had it for a while, but not that long."
Wally nodded. "He wrote it about four months after she left. He never talked about it for so long that we forgot about it, but he brought it up again recently."
"And there's no way to find this girl?" Kwest interrupted, not looking away from the soundboard. "She left no trace?"
"None," Kyle replied. "No phone number, e-mail, or even carrier pigeon."
Tommy rolled his eyes. "I didn't expect a carrier pigeon, but nothing? Really? Not for him?"
Wally shook his head. "No. I mean, we always assumed, based on the way she talked, that her dad beat her up, so we think he probably had something to do with it."
"You don't think he permanently hurt her, do you?" Kwest muttered.
"Don't say that," Jude demanded. "I really liked Lindsey."
"We all did," Kyle put him. "Spied never got over losing her."
"Doesn't her uncle still live around here?" Jude wondered. "Maybe we could talk to him?"
Wally scoffed. "Good luck. Her uncle is Old Man Falmouth, remember? He doesn't talk to anyone, especially kids."
"But how awesome of a birthday present would it be for his party to get her there somehow?" Kyle said. "The guy would lose it."
"Then let's do it," Tommy suggested simply. "The worst is that guy says no. And if that's the case, we'll involve Darius and a private investigator."
Jude turned to her boyfriend of two years in shock. "You're willing to help Spiederman so far as to hire a private investigator? Why? You don't even like him that much."
"He's your best friend," Tommy reasoned. "So if he's that important to you, he's important enough to me."
"Aww," she smiled, reaching up to kiss his cheek. "That's so sweet."
"Tomorrow, he's going to Barrie with his mom to see her parents, so we can visit Lindsey's uncle then," Kyle told them. "He'll be gone all day."
Tommy nodded slightly. "Meet here in the morning at 10:00 and we'll come up with a game plan then."
"Ready, break!" Wally joked as Spiederman left the recording booth.
"What's going on out here?" Spiederman asked. "You guys all looked all secretive while I was recording."
"Stuff for your birthday," Jude lied. "Don't worry about it."
"That's right, dude," Kyle agreed, following Tommy into the lobby. "The big 2-1. You can legally drink."
"Right," Tommy smirked. "Cause he hasn't been doing that since he was 17."
Spiederman shoved the label's vice president. "Very funny. And don't let that get out; the paparazzi thinks I'm a good boy."
"What they don't know won't hurt them," Jude teased. "So, Kyle said you're hitting up Barrie to see your mom's parents? Aren't they the wealthy ones?"
"Yeah," he confirmed. "And since I'm of true legal age now, I'll probably sign for my inheritance."
"Inheritance?" Sadie repeated, joining the conversation. "Spiederman, have I ever told you that you're my favorite?"
"You better not tell him that," Kwest jumped in.
Spiederman laughed. "I don't like talking about it much because it's just money."
"How much?" Wally wondered.
"Uhh, about $850,000," Spiederman guessed. "Maybe more, maybe less."
Jude's jaw dropped. "I dumped you and you're getting all that money?"
"Okay, you're living with a guy who has self-made millions and you yourself have millions," Sadie pointed out. "I'm a lowly assistant engaged to an unknown producer and engineer. Here, I'll marry Spiederman for his money, but keep Kwest as my boyfriend on the side that I actually like."
Kwest scoffed. "Yeah, good plan."
"I can't marry you, Sadie," Spiederman told her. "Sorry, but I'm taken."
"By who?" Tommy asked.
"Your sister," Spiederman answered smugly. "We met at Jude's 21st and I'm in love."
Tommy stepped up in front of him. "You stay away from Nic."
"No promises," Spiederman murmured, turning to walk away. "I don't think she can resist all of this."
"There won't be any of that if I kill him," Tommy muttered. "Let's really focus on this Lindsey now so he stays away from my sister."
Kyle nodded. "Trust me, once Lindsey's back in the picture, Spied will be saying, 'Nic who?'"
"That's what I like to hear," Tommy said contentedly.
The following morning, Jude and Tommy showed up at G-Major, sipping coffee, to find Kyle and Wally waiting for them.
Jude looked from her watch, to the boys, and back to her watch. "You're on time. The two of you are actually on time. It's a miracle!"
"Shut up," Wally yawned. "Can we just do this? It's College Football Day at our place. The pizza arrives at 2:00."
"Okay, lead the way," Tommy suggested. "Where's this guy live?"
"Bad part of town," Kyle explained, walking down the street. "It's not too far from here and yet, it's miles away."
They walked the streets of Toronto for about 20 minutes before finding themselves in front of a run-down house, with a banged up fence and destroyed from yard.
"Eww," Jude breathed. "This is disgusting."
"Told you," Kyle whispered, pushing the gate open. "Are we ready to do this?"
Wally knocked on the door and it was answered by an angry-looking old man wearing jeans and a red flannel shirt. "What do you want?"
"Hello, Mr. Falmouth," Wally began shakily. "I'm Wally Robbins and my friends and I are looking for Lindsey."
"Lindsey?" Mr. Falmouth grunted. "Lindsey who?"
"Lindsey Slater," Wally answered. "Your niece?"
Mr. Falmouth's face fell. "I can't help you."
"Why?" Jude pleaded, stepping forward. "Why can't you help us?"
"Because," Mr. Falmouth started quietly, "Lindsey's dead."