Disclaimer- Okay. No I don't own Jareth, but Larizel is indeed mine. ALL MINE! The song 'As The World Falls Down' is from the Labyrinth soundtrack courtesy of David Bowie himself. Anyway. Just don't sue me. I'm not making any money off of this.
AN- This chapter is posted just for Norehnka. Thank you so much for my review. To the rest of you, and you know who you are, that have not only read but subscribed to the story that didn't review (pouts) I feel so used. But I thought posting the next chapter would give you some incentive.
Insanity Takes Its Toll
Chapter 2: Music Is Life
She felt the wind flowing through her hair as she shifted into fifth gear coasting with her top down. It truly was a beautiful day. The sun was high and warm with a gentle breeze when she pulled into her driveway. As she sat in her living room with guitar in hand, she found that the melody was gone. Picking away at some strings it was no use. She couldn't remember the notes, the tone, the words, or the music. They were lost to her. Shortly after she had left her soon to be dwellings the song faded away. She tried to keep singing it over and over in her head, but still it slowly slipped away from her leaving her grasping phantoms of a lost melody. It was as if it was erased from her mind. After four hours of trying to remember she gave into submission, and forgotten about the song completely. She was use to things like that happening to her. She constantly told herself she needed to keep pen and paper with her at all times. Inspiration always struck at the most inconvenient time.
Larizel had been playing music for about ten years now. Whether it was piano, guitar, violin, if it's an instrument, she could play it, and she did. That's how she made her millions. She was a songwriter, and artist. Top artist like The Blaming Page and Devon Strydes sang her music, but rarely did she get on stage to perform herself. She was just a little too shy to be in the spotlight, but there were always those days, days that she craved the applause and acknowledgement. On those days you found her at a local coffee shop, or venue performing with an acoustic guitar, or may-be a grand piano. She had a voice that most singers could only wish they had, and some envied her enough to refuse to perform a song written by her. Because they knew it would never sound as good as her singing it.
She had only been writing for bands over the last two years. Her real talent was captured in movie scores. That is where she found her spotlight. Eight of the last ten films she scored were huge blockbusters. The first film she scored was called "The Dying Light" back in 1995, she was only 16 years old at the time, but her score was a huge success, and the movie grossed over 160 million in it's first weekend. It was pretty good for a typical over rated, over played war movie. As time went on she gave the world one masterpiece after another, but now after six years. She had hit a slump. She figured it was the atmosphere, or may-be she was just in a rut, but she needed a change.
She was driving through the countryside one day and saw this house. It was huge and from a certain angle she could catch a small glimpse of the garden. Every day for weeks she went out of her way to pass that house, because it gave her this feeling of warmth, of home. She couldn't explain it, she didn't know why, it just did. One day she past and saw the "for sale" sign up and couldn't resist calling to schedule a walk through. She never expected to actually buy the house. It was definitely too big for just one person, but it was as if it was calling her. Soothing through her body and making itself at home in her heart. The moment she walked through the door a song flowed through her like water feeling this overwhelming emotion and warmth. It became a serpent that entwined itself with her soul, and a part of her said it aloud, ' home'. She might as well have been one of the statues placed among the garden for it claimed her and so she made it her own; her world, her garden… her home… and she had no intentions of leaving.
The anticipation was driving her insane. She found this pain in her, a longing as if she were parted from a lover for far too long. Not that she would know much about that. She may have never had a proper suitor. A date here, dinner there… it just bored her. The world bored her. She was searching for a change, or perhaps solitude, either way she couldn't wait to move in. She made a mental note to pick up some sage sticks from the herbal shop to cleanse the house after closing tomorrow. If there were any kind of spirits in the house, she would make sure she got rid of them as soon as possible. Not that she believed in such silly superstitions, she just believed in the fact that it is always better to be safe than sorry. As she curled underneath the covers of her bed settling in for the night she tried to force herself to sleep. She was just too excited about closing the deal on the house. In defeat of her own attempts she took a melatonin. As she finally fell asleep images of a garden where statues were alive engulf her dreams.
A creepy looking bird-like creature with pink feathers and long limbs danced in a craze around her. She laughed at their antics of moving in awkward rhythms noticing that it seemed none of their limbs, or head, was actually attached to their bodies. A boy that she could only describe as an elf took her by the hands. He was thin with dark hair and pointed ears. His dark hair was wild and fell lightly in his face. She found him pulling her into a whirlwind of turns and dives, as other elves joined in the circle of joy and hysterics. Fairies danced on the air around them like fireflies, and then all at once the music changed. It took on a very seductive tone that sent shivers through her body. Everything around her became very still as he slowly approached her. It was as if everything around them had fallen away and it was just the two of them. He reminded her of a prince in a fairy tale with his dark wine colored jacket that was buttoned up the front laced in charcoal colored lining. A black ruffle draped over his jacket from the bottom of his neck and out the cuffs finishing off with leather black gloves. His knee high black boots held tightly over his charcoal pants. As he took her into his arms he held her close to his body as they began to dance in the moonlight. His blondish-silver hair cascaded in strands over his shoulders and faint strands over his eyes. His lips parted as his voice swallowed her whole. His blue mismatch eyes consumed her entire being. The words encircled her as his voice carried into her ears and she was lost in his control.
"There's such a sad love. Deep in your eyes, a kind of pale jewel. Open and closed within your eyes. I'll place the sky within your eyes. There's such a fooled heart. Beating so fast in search of new dreams. A love that will last within your heart. I'll place the moon within your heart"
"As the pain sweeps through makes no sense for you. Every thrill has gone wasn't too much fun at all. But I'll be there for you-oo-oo. As the world falls down. Falling (As the world) Falling down. Falling in love"
AN- So…. Comments? Hate Mail? I really wanted to set this story in a more current time, but I didn't want to make Sarah old and if I use the time frame based off of the movie… this story takes place in 2001. I didn't want Sarah over 32 I was trying for 27, but I couldn't base my story in the early 90's for personal taste. Anyway… if you want the next chapter… you better start reviewing. Hopefully I am developing this well. I promise we will get to Jareth and Sarah. I'm just trying to set the story and introduce the character you aren't familiar with anyway… I've never really written anything other than poetry, songs, and perhaps an unfinished short story here and there… so this is new to me and I'd really like to know what you think. I know I gave in with lack of reviews, but the next chapter isn't going up until I have 5 reviews. It's not much to ask. Is it?
