Attached Strings
Oh, sometimes love is intoxicating
Oh, you're coming down, your hands are shaking
When you realize there's no one waiting- Nothing, The Script
The roar of the fans overwhelmed her, as always, but she hid it perfectly behind a mask of enthusiasm and excitement.
She looked around as every hand raised to the air. The people jumping at regular intervals created the illusion of waves in the ocean. Even though the bar where she performed wasn't that big and the amount of people was rather modest, she felt successful.
"Thank you very much, people" The girl voiced through the microphone, warmly smiling at the audition. The platinum-blonde hairs of her wig clouded her vision for a while when she gratefully bowed.
A chorus of 'Nana, Nana' accompanied the multiple applauses. Beaming, the singer said into the microphone "I've had a really great time with you today, thank you for receiving me so warmly, Denver. Now, to close the night-" a general commotion drowned her words for a minute. She waited with routinely patience until the bar fell silent again, and continued "-a very close friend of mine who is travelling with me in this mini-tour will sing one last song with me. Please, greet Matt Evans!"
From behind the false walls that separated the tiny backstage from the stage, a young man with a guitar strode into the blue-ish spotlight. His tanned skin acquired a weird tonality under the altered lights of the bar, whilst his shiny, brown hair messily covered his brow. He was attractive, and his sober style, conformed only by a pair of black trousers and a white shirt, contrasted terribly with Nana's eccentricity.
The young woman used a long wig, which hairs fell loosely around her face and trailed down her back. Her dark eyes were surrounded by layers of pink eyeshadow and glitter which artistically played the role of a mask while her lips shone with a dark, purple color.
The outfit wasn't less eye-catching than her makeup. She was wearing a pink dress that adjusted perfectly to her slim body, outlining every curve of it. The mini skirt left her tanned legs exposed to the public. From underneath its fabric, threads floated in the cool air of the bar, and silk strips equally fell behind her legs, as if the girl was standing in the middle of a peachy cloud.
Matt observed her for a fraction of second, and then smiled sheepishly to the public. He sat onto a stool a kind waiter had placed in front of a second microphone, at Nana's side. Accommodating his guitar onto his legs, he winked at the public: "Good night, everyone. I hope not to ruin Nana's fabulous performance with my unwanted intrusion" The man mockingly said.
"Oh don't say those things, Matt. They already heard you across the country" Nana warmly retorted. "Did you like 'Need you now' or what?" She bellowed happily to the fans.
The general roar was enough answer.
Nana nodded in direction of the keyboardist to indicate him he could start. The soft notes filled the air, silencing the people immediately with growing expectation. Afterwards, the rest of the instruments complemented the piece of music.
"This song," Nana started to say, using the intro of the song as soundtrack music, "I wrote it thinking about someone I love, but whom I left behind. This is for him, though he is not hearing now" the girl melancholically said. Although she was smiling, the happiness of the gesture didn't reach her eyes.
Picture perfect memories scattered all around the floor
Reachin' for the phone 'cause I can't fight it anymore
She sang the first two lines alone. Her voice was soft, amid high-pitched and deep, finding the perfect, harmonic point between the two extremes.
Then, her voice intertwined with Matt's for the next line, his deep baritone perfectly harmonized with Nana's singing.
And I wonder if I ever cross your mind
For me it happens all the time
The chorus they sang together, however, Matt's contribution was left in a second place, for it was Nana's participation the outstanding one throughout the chorus.
It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone and I need you now
Said I wouldn't call but I lost all control and I need you now
And I don't know how I can do without
I just need you now
Another shot of whiskey can't stop looking at the door
Wishing you'd come sweeping in the way you did before
And I wonder if I ever cross your mind
For me it happens all the time
This second verse was left for Matt alone. He had a certain way of singing which few people had listened before. It was not a guttural sound, not yet a soft production of his vocal strings. It rather seemed to come from within the back of his throat, fueled by the air that came in and out of the singer's stomach at his will.
It's a quarter after one, I'm a little drunk and I need you now
Said I wouldn't call but I lost all control and I need you now
And I don't know how I can do without
I just need you now
woah woaaah.
Guess I'd rather hurt than feel nothin' at all
It's a quarter after one I'm all alone and I need you now
And I said I wouldn't call but I lost all control and I need you now
And I don't know how I can do without
I just need you now
I just need you now (wait)
Ooo, baby, I need you now
Matt's and Nana's voices interspersed turns for the rest of the song, just to finish together in a perfect harmony, with Nana's singing raising through the stuffy air of the enclosed bar.
The wave of acclamations and applauses rose once the last note was played. Bowing with gratefulness, Nana and Matt waved farewell to the hordes of fans. The large group started to disperse, except for a bunch that remained standing in front of the stage, waiting for Nana to go down and spend a few minutes with the loyal followers.
"I'm your biggest fan!"
"Oh my God, I'm so glad you came!"
"You are awesome, Nana"
"I love your dress!"
This and similar exclamations embraced the young singer once she stepped onto the wooden floor of the bar. With a never-fading smile, she signed a few autographs, took photographs with the ones who were bold enough to ask her for one, and laughed and talked with the teenagers in a friendly manner. After a few minutes, Matt joined her in the crowd just to be received with a really warm welcome by the females.
It took an hour for the bar's owner to dismiss the customers. Nana remained there until the last of her fans walked away. She then stared at the empty seats faintly smiling.
"Tired?" Matt questioned, placing himself beside her.
The female singer shrugged "I'm getting used to it"
"Wanna go for dinner? I don't know you, but I'm starving, girl" Matt growled, patting his stomach emphatically.
"Yes, let's go. I know a few nice restaurants around here" Nana wearily responded, "Just give me a few minutes to take away all this makeup"
Nana was about to walk into the backstage when she heard another voice calling her.
"Nana? ?"A male summoned.
Nana turned around to face him. Beside her, Matt narrowed his eyes in direction of the newcomer distrustfully.
A man in his thirties slyly smirked at the singer. He was bald, except for a thick, blonde lock of hair which fell over one of his eyes, hiding it.
"Yes?" Nana gave a few steps towards him, curious. As far as she knew, her music was only heard by teenagers and youngsters, no full-grown adults.
"Hi, my name is Gozu" the man's smile widened and he extended one of his hand, expecting Nana to shake it. "I'm from Black Order Music Corporation"
Nana reacted a few seconds late. She unsurely took the man's hand, her smile already faded from her face.
"Hi, a pleasure" she weakly replied. "Err…he is my companion, Matt" she pointed to the boy's face with a gesture of her head.
"A pleasure" Gozu shook Matt's hand too. "Just to leave out all doubts; is it true, Mss. Nana that you haven't got a manager neither recording house?"
Nana nodded. "I've been working on my own"
Visibly pleased and relaxed, as if he had confirmed a supposition, Gozu continued talking, "Then, it is my pleasure to inform you that Black Order has shown great interest in you, mss. And the musicians who travel with you, of course" he added, eyeing Matt.
"Bla-Black Order…wants me?" Nana stuttered, kind of thunderstruck.
"They have got a really generous offer for you. It includes a personal recording studio, half a million copies for your initial album, your singles broadcasted on MTV and FM radio stations and the 50% of the profits, all of these subject to bargaining" Gozu enumerated, looking at the ceiling the whole time while recalling the aspects of the offer.
Matt whistled, "What an offer!"
Gozu grinned. "Here is my card," he handed a piece of cardboard with a series of numbers and letters printed in it. "If you decide to accept the offer, you can call to one of these numbers"
Nana took it with shaky hands "Oh..oh, I…of course I accept it!" she exclaimed, a beam crossing her face. "Oh, well, I, I don't know if Matt…" Nana glanced at her companion, suddenly doubtful.
"Oh, I am in. Of course I am in!" The male singer sharply nodded, too excited to babble something more.
Gozu, delighted with their response, took out from his jacket a BlackBerry and started to type in it. "Well, then I shall give you an appointment. What about Monday in the morning?"
Nana counted in her head the amount of days they could spend in Denver before heading to their last city of the tour. She nodded upon confirming they still had a wide range of days to spend freely. "On Monday, then"
"Emm…under which name can I arrange the appointment?" Gozu sheepishly inquired, glancing at the pair of singers.
"Matthew Evans" Matt said.
Gozu typed it and then looked at Nana, waiting for her name.
She sighed, "Angel. Angel Leverrier"
Lavi strolled around the hallways of the headquarters nonchalantly, indifferent to whatever could be happening in the rest of the world.
He shook the glass of whisky he was carrying in what hand, enjoying the clutter of the ice cubes crashing against each other.
The scratches on his back still ached from last night, but it was that kind of pain of which you feel proud of, no matter how bothersome it could be. Despite the leftover marks, Lavi didn't regret anything he did last night.
"Bookman!" a female summoned him from down the corridor.
Lavi spun on his heels to face her, already tipsy. "I already told you to call me just Lavi" said he.
"Whatever" Izzie shook her hand to dismiss importance from his statement, "I…I'd like to ask you some questions" she muttered in a low voice once she reached the young singer.
Lavi gazed at her. Her aloof countenance was somehow similar to Kanda now, and matched perfectly the cold, impersonal attitude the girl had assumed after her father left her. Or, rather said, she left her father.
"Well, I still haven't discovered the magical way of hiding a hickey, if that's what you want to ask" he replied, pointing indiscreetly to the scarf Izzie wore around her neck.
Color instantly crept to the girl's face. She cleared her throat uncomfortably, tugging at the fabric of her scarf. "That's…that wasn't my question!" she snapped.
Lavi chuckled and sipped his whisky, ignoring the disapproving glare Izzie sent him. "Well, then what were you going to ask me, Iz?"
Izzie didn't respond immediately. Instead, she shifted her feet, fixating her eyes on them, and took several deep breaths as she tried to shake the embarrassment out of her.
"I don't have all day, darling" Lavi pressed.
Izzie darted him a withering look, and said, "I…even though I think you have become pretty stupid and reckless-"
"Thank you?"
"I know you aren't that stupid to bed down with half the population without using any kind of…precaution and, and….Kanda….ugh….I…ask you how…you know…" Izzie opened and closed her mouth repetitively, like a fish pulled out of the water. At the end, she utterly shut up, completely blushed.
Lavi smiled, "Kanda wants to reach next step but you are unsure of it, since you don't want any kind of surprises to appear" he finished explaining for her.
Izzie mutely nodded.
The redheaded rubbed his chin with his fingers, feigning deep reflection, "Well, as far as I know, Kanda hasn't got any kind of STD. That guy was pretty touchy whenever he bedded down with some random girl, so your main concern should be just getting pregnant…"
"I know that" Izzie said. However, she never considered the possibility of Kanda having any STD, and scolded herself for skipping that dreadful possibility. She knew Kanda was nothing close to 'virgin' –his way of kissing and touching didn't leave space for doubting that- still, she never considered him as the carrier of any kind of sexual disease.
"Then, you can just take some contraception pills or use patches. I'm pretty sure Yuu wouldn't consider taking a further step without being, ya' know, prepared, although sometimes he can be pretty reckless" Lavi reasoned.
Izzie suppressed a growl. Lavi didn't say anything new to her. In any case, he just confirmed the viability of her plans. So she just got embarrassed in front of him for nothing…urgh
"Well, I guess…thank you…then" she wryly smiled, hiding her annoyance.
"But, Izzie" he called before the girl could walk away. The girl darted him a questioning look and waited for him to talk.
Lavi warmly smiled at her, "if you don't feel ready for this, you know, Yuu can wait. Don't exert yourself too much. Just because you are living together doesn't mean you have to give yourself completely to him"
Izzie smirked back at him and said, "I want to try this. That's all. I want to do this" she assured.
The singer didn't seem convinced, but didn't say anything more. He knew Izzie didn't take criticism quite nicely and she was kind of pigheaded whenever it was about Kanda. Therefore, Lavi swallowed his opinion and watched her stride away, her head held high, walking with the security she didn't possess when they first met.
The singer was kind of worried about her. Kanda had turned out to be Izzie's world, so everything Izzie wanted, desired and needed was mystically linked to the bassist. Of course, she didn't notice it. In fact, barely anyone noticed the sick dependence she had developed, people relating her demeanor to a deep state of infatuation.
He shook this out of his head with another gulp of whisky. Izzie was already a grown-up, as well as Kanda, and they knew what to do with their lives. Only time was to decide the route their relationship was going to take. At least, Lavi bitterly thought, Kanda got to stay with the girl.
Lavi finished the rest of his whisky, waiting for the alcohol to drag away all of his bitterness. He squared his shoulders just for the pleasure of feeling the scratches stir with the motion, sending jolts of pain along his body. For a moment, Lavi considered calling the woman for another round –she'd left him his telephone number-, but then remembered himself his rule of not bedding two times with the same person; women could get really clingy.
Lavi headed back to Innocence's assigned quarters to refill his glass, hoping that Lenalee hadn't thrown away his bottle of whisky again.
In order to get to his destination, Lavi had to cross Black Order's lobby. It was already late in the afternoon, the hour in which people started to rush out of their offices to go home and rest, just to start the same routine all over again the next day, so Lavi knew it'd be a chaos. It didn't disturb him, though, since he was still a social person who enjoyed others' company.
A cacophony of voices and exclamations reached him before he stepped into the wide, circular room. People walked from here to there and viceversa, carrying portfolios, suitcases or bunch of papers in their hands. Lavi recognized the majority of them, except for those ones of the minor status who continuously changed.
He glanced at the street through the glass doors. The orange rays of sun bathed the sidewalks and edifices of the city, preceding the arrival of dusk.
Deciding that walking to Innocence's quarters would be rather a waste of time, considering the possibility that Lenalee had already get rid of his liquor, Lavi opted for delivering the glass to the receptionist and retire from Black Order. He had nothing left to do there and he yearned for a nicely prepared mojito before searching someone interesting to spend the night with.
He approached the counter, randomly addressing some of the workers he came across with.
A few yards away, he saw Brigitte –the receptionist- talking to a woman Lavi didn't remember seeing at the headquarters before. She was giving her back to him, ungainly leaning against the white surface of the counter. Her dark hair, despite being fixed in a high ponytail, fell to the low part of her back.
Lavi shamelessly leered at her: the thin waist, the narrow hips, and the short legs hidden by a pair of trousers. The analysis provoked him a chill which he couldn't explain. There was something wrong, he sensed, something misplaced, amiss, but he couldn't tell what it was.
He shoved the idea out of his mine immediately. Anyway, the girl was entirely not his type, even though he had just seen her back. So he stepped right beside her without dedicating the stranger a single side-glance, and spoke directly to Brigitte, "Hey, Brig, can I leave this here?"
The clash of glass hitting marble caught the receptionist's attention. "I'm not your personal secretary, Lavi" she retorted while searching for something between a bunch of papers she had scattered onto her desk.
There was a gasp. Lavi looked to his side to see the source of the sound.
It felt surreal. Everything went smooth, everything felt smooth, as if his bones had been converted into just marrow.
There was no air. No air at all. He was choking.
And when she spoke, it was like the chime announcing the returning of forsaken demons; the beginning of his judgment; the confirmation that all his fears and dreams had converged in the same thing, the thing that was now standing right in front of him.
"Lavi? You are…Lavi!" the stranger gleefully beamed, her eyes glinting with emotions he once believed had faded.
He gave a step backwards, startled by the overwhelming torrent of emotions that flowed from those two pupils.
Angel stepped in his direction, still grinning. "Oh my God! I thought I was never going to see you! I thought…I thought, oh my God, Lavi!" She reached out, outstretching her arms to embrace the singer.
Lavi gave another step backwards.
"Go" he deadpanned, surprised by the coldness of his own tone. He wondered if it matched the expression of his face.
Angel's smile flickered and she tilted her head to one side in confusion. "What? Lavi, it is me! Angel!"
"I know it is you" he harshly snapped. Of course it was her! The high cheekbones, the tanned skin, the big eyes, the thin lips…if anything, she was just a bit taller, but the rest of her persona remained the same as he remembered, although he never wanted to remember.
Angel struggled for words, bewildered by his hostile behavior. "Then, what is…?"
"Go away, Angel" the name rushed out of his mouth like a poisonous snake, an unpleasant feeling.
"But I came…I came for you!"
"I never asked you to come!" Lavi icily blurted "Go away, Angel. Get your ass out of my sight" Without waiting for a response he turned around to leave, stamping his way out of the headquarters.
He hastily entered his recently bought Bentley and pulled off onto the road, stepping on the accelerator with more strength than necessary. Soon, the needle of the speedometer marked 130 km per hour, and increased with every turn of the tires.
It was a nice feeling, the velocity, the danger, the adrenaline running through his veins and, above everything, the necessity of focusing on the task of driving so as to avoid any kind of accident. It cleared his mind from any other issue and gave him the sensation of peace, something he seldom lost within the last year.
Concentrated in the task, he didn't even think about where he was driving. He just wandered around for the pleasure of it, not conscious about where the road was leading him, and when he reached some crossroad, he just turned to the less-transited street. There was no pattern, no way to follow, just the way he wanted his mind to function.
Or so he thought. When he noticed it, he had already parked in front of his grandpa's house or, better said, shack, in the outskirts of the city.
He tightened his grip around the steering wheel, staring at the shack with weary eyes. The lights of the modest living room filtrated through the dark curtains, illuminating a patch of dry grass in front of it. Apart from this small spot of visibility, the surroundings –the large courtyard, the willow tree and the old Cherokee which was probably last used on the 60's- slowly darkened with the shadows of dusk.
The last time Lavi saw his grandfather was when he arrived home one morning drunk and with his neck carpeted with hickeys. Panda had already seen his grandchild arrive in that state and even worse, and had no option but to shift worry for disapproval. The suitcases with his belongings were waiting for Lavi outside the house that morning and, no matter how adamantly he knocked at the door, Panda never opened.
The memory still bit his chest with dread. Panda was –or had been- the only family Lavi ever had and losing him was another struck to his already injured heart. He knew that if he changed his habits, going back to the sober, conscious Lavi he once was, Panda would open the door for him, however, the singer decided not to move a finger to accomplish that. That didn't mean he didn't care about the old man, because he did care and a lot. At least enough to pass every now and then in front of the shack to verify the lights were still on. It was just that Lavi didn't want to go back to the same he was before, because that'd mean he had to go back to the vulnerable, gullible child susceptible to be left heartbroken again, and that was something he couldn't bear.
No, he wasn't going back now that he discovered a way to become stronger, untouchable, and invulnerable.
He restarted the engine after another melancholic glance to the wooden walls and drove back to the city. Listing in his mind the different bar names he knew, the singer headed downtown in expectation of another amount of reckless obliviousness.
"Alright, the camera's on" Allen smiled, giving a step back, his eye fixated on the camera, to catch a better vision of Lenalee's face.
Lenalee beamed and waved hello to the camera. "Hi, Innocence's fans! I am Lenalee Lee, as you already know, and am here to thank you for purchasing our album 'Broken Strings'" At this point, the Chinese winked and made a 'v' with her index and middle fingers, then continued, "We are so happy to have your support, guys, without you, we could never have come this far. And you better get prepared, because for this winter we are planning to start our 'Attaching Strings Tour' around Europe! The itinerary will be uploaded within the next week, so stay tuned in, Europeans! A kiss and a hug to all of you, guys, thank you so much for sticking with Innocence! My other companions send their regards and a huge amount of hugs. Have a nice day. Bye, bye!"
At a gesture from Lenalee, Allen pressed 'stop' and lowered the camera. The Chinese girl ran immediately to his side to look at the reproduction in the small screen.
"How was it?" she questioned as she waited for Allen to play the video.
"Amazing, Lenalee" the Brit responded with a smile. Both of them, by tacit agreement, kept silence while the clip reproduced, Lenalee's minimized voice repeating the words she said a minute before.
"I think it is a little bit rushed" the Chinese twisted her mouth, doubtful, once it ended. "Shall I say more?"
"I think it is perfect. You covered the thanking and the announcement" Allen refuted. He eyed at the girl, who didn't seem fully convinced, "Want to do it another time?"
Lenalee shook her head after a short deliberation, "No, it is okay like that. Mind if we upload tomorrow? It is already late and Nii-san will be worried"
"More? I couldn't think it possible" Allen ironically, but gently, commented.
The female singer giggled, "You can be surprised. Can you accompany me to Nii-san's office?" she kindly requested.
Allen immediately nodded. He grabbed his jacket from a close chair and left the camera onto a desk, before turning off the lights. Afterwards, the two musicians walked down the empty hallway in direction of Komui's office.
Those quiet moments were the ones that Allen cherished the most. He yearned to take Lenalee's hand, intertwine his fingers with hers, but resisted the urge with Olympic effort. He needed to remind himself that she was still in a relationship with Kyle.
Allen darted a quick glimpse at the girl, as if to reassure himself that she was still there, by his side. The white lights of the headquarters fell perfectly onto her figure, highlighting every feature of hers.
She was still some inches taller than him, and that slightly annoyed the Brit. Anyway, someday he had to grow up, and, perhaps, when that happened and his body was big enough to make Lenalee feel protected, perhaps then she'd turn around and see him as something more than a friend.
He clung to that possibility with mad fierce, impatiently waiting for the moment his bones started to grow. It was stupid, he knew it, but as long as that tiny shimmer of hope existed, he had to hold on to it. Just hold on. Always holding on.
"Did you hear about the new singer?" Lenalee asked conversationally to him as they rounded a corner.
"Nana? I heard something about her in the cafeteria, but didn't pay attention. Has she joined Black Order?"
Up to that day, Allen swore he had never heard anything about that 'Nana' girl. However, if Black Order decided to hire her, then she ought to be really good, he thought.
Lenalee nodded, "Yep, they assigned her studio 5. I didn't get to see her today to give her the welcoming. Perhaps tomorrow" she smiled at the expectation.
"Yes, perhaps tomorrow" Allen repeated, not knowing what else to say.
There were some seconds of silence until Lenalee spoke again, "Do you think they'll ask Izzie to write songs for her?"
"I don't know," Allen shrugged "Izzie has become really renowned around here. Perhaps Nana herself will request the help"
"I hope so. Izzie will need that money to pay Medical School"
Allen wryly smiled. That was how Lenalee was: always thinking about others.
"Although I suspect Kanda is going to pay whatever amount Izzie misses. It's somehow adorable, don't you think?" The Chinese reasoned.
"Kanda and adorable don't fit in the same sentence" Allen dryly replied, feeling a slight sting of jealousy towards the Japanese. World was really unfair. He, the bastard of the band, the coldest and most arrogant person of all, got to be blessed with the fortune of liking someone and be liked back.
Lenalee smirked "Maybe not if we talk of Kanda alone, but when he is with Izzie, well…" she shrugged, not knowing how to finish the sentence, not that it was necessary at all, since Allen grasped what she meant.
Izzie and Kanda's relationship was something he could never get to understand at all. Izzie, at least at the beginning, was polite, educated and well-mannered. Kanda…well, Kanda was Kanda and continued being Kanda. The point is that they both were at the beginning like water and oil, completely opposite and unmixable. And now, Izzie seemed to have become someone to fit the Japanese, without losing at all her classy personality. She'd become more aloof and quiet than before, not getting intimate with anyone but Kanda.
Nevertheless, even when he denied it, Kanda was also affected by Izzie. Come on, the mere fact that Kanda Yuu bought a house in the suburbs as if to settle down, thing that none of them thought him capable of, was something that a year ago could have edged in the unfathomable.
They were opposites, but at the end they converted each other into fitting pieces, without noticing it, without wanting it at all. Was love always that manipulating?
Before he could reply, Komui appeared on the opposite extreme of the hallway. His eyes shone with relief when he saw Lenalee, and, after darting a withering look at Allen, ran to his beloved sister.
"LENALEE-CHAN! YOU ARE SAFE!"
Lenalee laughed uncomfortably "I…guess so?" She coughed when Komui embraced her, squeezing the girl between his arms.
"I was so worried!" the manager cried.
Allen suppressed the impulse to roll his eyes. Instead, he bowed politely at Komui in an Oriental-like manner. "I'll leave now. See you tomorrow, Komui, Lenalee"
Komui dismissed him with an unnoticeable movement of his hand, while Lenalee said, "See you tomorrow, Allen-kun. Argh, Nii-san…you're asphyxiating me!"
"BUT I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!"
"Err…I can't breathe!"
A/N: Awful ending, I know xD Sorry! And also sorry for my redaction, I'll proof read this...later. Thank you so much, again, for sticking with me throughout this sequel! It means a lot to me! Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!
Well, no Kazzie here :( But there was a lot of Langel and AllenxLenalee ;) I promise next chapter will have some Kazzie moment -perhaps hot moment, but we are still decent people, eh!-
I know, Lavi is OOC, and will keep being a bit OOC, so sorry about that :/ He is hurt, understand him!
For those ones which PM's I have not yet responded, I've been a bit busy these days, but I'll answer them as soon as I can.
Again, thank you for adding this to favorites/story alerts/and reviewing. It does mean a lot to me. Truthfully, I wouldn't have come this far if it wasn't for you, so thank you very much.
Reviews? Or cookies? Damn, I'm hungry. Two hours sitting down typing, ugh...
Sayo Sayo!
Pd: Song: Need you now-Lady Antebellum.