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Galileo's POV

I was sitting in a dark room after being taken against my will by the commander in charge, Commander Khashoggi. I glared at him as he came to stand beside me, just outside my electric cage.

"We found your laptop, boy." he said in his usual, slightly pompous, voice. I stiffened. Crap. "We have read the notes that you keep." I wouldn't back down to him, I refused to be seen as weak, so I laughed instead.

"Oh so pigs can read." I chuckled, an unnerving feeling settling in my stomach. "Well, then you'll be flying next." Khashoggi didn't look to happy with me, his sneer obvious. Instead of yelling at me, he surprised me with a question.

"What does a wop bop a loo bop a wop bam boo mean?" he asked. I scoffed.

"W-well isn't it obvious? It means a wop bop a loo bop a wop b-b-bam b-boo." I explained, giving him a large smile. He didn't look amused.

"Do you really have a girl named Daisy who really drives you crazy?" he snapped.

"W-well of c-course. And she knows how to love me yes indeed. Boy you don't know what's she's doing to me." I laughed as I voiced another head phrase. He still didn't look happy.

"Then where is she? What is her e-mail address? How does she love you? How does she drive you crazy? Is she a drug pusher?" now his questions really weren't making sense. Didn't he know Daisy wasn't real? That there was no girl that loved me…yet, I hope. Of course I want someone to love me, who wouldn't. but I'm Galileo Figero and that kind of thing doesn't happen to a 'Freak' like me.

I laughed again, hiding my pain.

"You're madder then I am, pig!" I mocked. "There is no girl named Daisy. But I-I wish there was. I just wrote it that's all! It just appeared in my head!" I explained but he wouldn't listen.

"Don't play games with me boy!" he snapped and I flinched back. "I'll make you wish you'd never been born at all." he threatened. Right now that seemed more like a blessing then a punishment.

"Don't you think I wish that? Every day?" I shot back. He looked a little shocked at this, but quickly shook it off. Suddenly everyone around me started firing questions at me.

"Where is penny lane!"

"What are the strawberry fields!"

"Underground over-ground. Wombling free." I shifted in my seat uneasily. This guy was a complete moron. "Tell me boy! How do you do do do the funky chicken?" he asked. If he doesn't understand then why does he insist on reading my notes, even I don't understand them.

"I-I-I wish I knew." I cried desperately. "Oh sweet mother I wish I knew." I mumbled low-fully. Even though my head was lowered I could still see Khashoggi make a gesture behind my back out of the corner of my eye.

"Galileo, do you know what a Bohemian is?" he asked. A Bo-what?

"Haven't you g-got it yet? I-I-I don't know what anything is." I pleaded.

"Excellent. I think we found you just in time." he cried happily as a gurney was pulled over. I started to get nervous.

"What?" I cried as the guards surrounded me.

"To the Seven Seas Of Rhye commander?" on of the guards asked as I was roughly pulled from my chair. The Seven Seas Of Rhye? What the hell was that? Whatever it was it didn't sound good.

"No, no. Not yet. Soon but not yet." he ordered. Good, that's one problem down, one to go. "First I think this boy shall have his uses." what uses? I'm not good at anything. This guy is really starting to annoy me. Soon I was strapped down and being wheeled away.

"Hey let me go! Let me go!" I screamed.

"Be quiet boy!" one shouted, hitting me across the cheek. I only glared at him.

"I will not shut up! It's my right to speak out! 'It's my life! And it's now or never! I ain't goanna live forever!" more words from my head is not what I needed right now. The guards stared at me like I was insane. Maybe I was.

"I ordered you to be quiet!" the guard yelled again before he grabbed my hair and slammed my head against the gurney. That did the job of stopping my struggling as my world turned dark.

I was dreaming again, that much I knew. I knew because I was actually happy. I didn't know where I was, or this person I was with, but I felt happy to be with her. I knew it was a girl, I could just tell. We were laying on a big mattress in a room that was littered with clothes, pieces of paper with pictures of people holding weird contraptions. I wanted to call them 'Musical Instruments'. I had my arms around her and her head was on my chest.

"Come on Gaz. Please sing me another one. I know you want to, you can't ever say no to me." the girl pleaded, her voice soft, but holding a fierce forcefulness to it that made my heart melt. I knew this was the same girl from my classroom dream, she was too beautiful to forget.

"Ok Scaramouche. Just for you I'll do one more. But only because I love you." I whispered into her hair, kissing it gently. She giggled, snuggling into me more.

"I know, and I love you to." she said back, a smile in her voice that was muffled by my chest. I grinned as I opened my mouth to sing.

"Hello, is it me you're looking for?" I cried as my eyes snapped open, my hands gripping the bars on the gurney. I was in a dark room, a room from the hospital. I could feel something on my head and lightly touched it. It was a bandage. I let my head fall back onto the gurney in frustration. I was alone, no wait, I wasn't, I could feel another presence in the room. I leaped up only to come face to face with a girl. And not just any girl, a vaguely familiar girl.

"What?" she snapped. I stammered for an answer. My stutter mixed with her beauty was only making it worse. "I ain't lookin' for you. Who are you?" she demanded. I noticed that, like me, she had a bandage wrapped around her head.

"W-who am I? Hey G-G-G-G-G-Gaga girl, who are you?" I shot back, feeling my voice start to come back. She didn't look to happy to hear that. She was glaring at me harshly with a hint of a smirk. Did she find my stutter funny?

"I ain't no G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-Gaga girl!" she snapped. That was a yes. I could tell already this girl was going to be a handful. "And I don't answer questions. Like I asked, who are you?" note one: this girl was defensive.

"Well I'm…" I couldn't answer. Although I enjoyed being rebellious, I didn't think if using the name that I dreamed up was a good idea at the moment. "I don't know who I am." I answered truthfully. The girl looked confused.

"Oh great." she mumbled, looking around. I joined in, but while she was looking around I focused on her. Now that I was getting a good look I could see she definitely didn't look like a Gaga girl. She wore what looked like an old ripped up bed sheet, leggings, shorts and girl versions of my boots. She was prettier then all the other girls too. She had wild purple and red hair with hints of brown and dark make-up around her eyes and lips, highlighting her pale skin nicely. It made her look…free, alive. Not air headed like the other Gaga girls. I knew my answer didn't help her much so I decided to just give her my name.

"B-but my name is Galileo Figero." I said proudly, sitting up straighter.

"That's a cool name." she said, hugging her knees against her chest as she stared at me. Well at least this girl could be nice.

"T-thank you." I said, giving her a small smile.

"I wasn't being serious." she said with a small smirk but generally sounded a little pissed. My smile dropped. "Mind if I shorten it?" she asked. I sighed and nodded.

"Well I guess G-Galileo would be…" I trailed off, not quite knowing what to say.

"So Gazza," she stated without even thinking. I rolled my eyes. Not my first choice but it fit. "tell me, why were you arrested?" she asked, swivelling around so that she was facing me but lying on her stomach. I gulped slightly, her not realising that she had given me a good quick glance at her cleavage before she crossed her arms over her chest.

"B-because I h-hear sounds, in my head. Well words and sounds. I-I-I'm mad you see." I explained, leaning forwards on my knees.

The girl copied me, kneeling in front of me. She actually looked interested, which was a change from the normal sneers and jeers I usually got when I talked about the voices and sounds I hear.

"I was arrested because they don't like the way I DRREEESSS!" the girl shouted out so that the guards and probably even Khashoggi could hear her. I had to shake my eardrums back into place. Man she had a powerful voice. I wanted to compliment her, people like us needed at least one kind word every now and then.

"Well I think you dress beautifully." I said, feeling a little embarrassed that I had just said that straight to her face. Those words sounded better in my head. But, to my great surprise, she blushed while fighting a smile. I couldn't stop the mad man grin from appearing on my face.

"That's nice." she said and I nodded before starting to look around some more, feeling I was staring at her to much. "Considering it's coming from a self-confessed nutter...not" she finished in a snarkey voice. I narrowed my eyes at her. Come on I was being nice and she just kept throwing insults at me. The look on her face looked a little sorrowful, hopefully re-thinking what she just said. "So what sounds do you hear?" she asked, changing the subject. At least she was trying.

"I don't know." I admitted, wiping my nose with my sleeve. I think I was starting to annoy this girl.

"Do. You. Know. Anything?" the girl asked slowly. Assumption confirmed.

"Well…yes. I-I-I know that I'm different." I said proudly, sticking my chest out before I remembered that that was why I was here. "Which is why the clones from the Boyzone hate me." I grumbled, not feeling so proud anymore. I looked over at the girl to see her staring at me, something that could be classed as sympathy in her eyes.

"The Gaga-girls hate me." she said with a grin, proud that she wasn't associated with those no-brained bimbos. Hey, maybe we had more in common then I thought.

"Do you know why they hate you?" I asked. She shrugged, looking at the ground.

"Yeah they think I'm a lesbian because I don't wear pastels." she said simply. I couldn't help but hope she wasn't one.

"Are you?" I asked. She raised an eyebrow at me. Bad question Gazza, damn it now she's got me saying it.

"No! Why would you ask that?" she almost shrieked. I panicked, shrinking away from her slightly.

"I'm mad, remember?" I stammered out. She seemed to accept this. "B-but they hate you because they're scared of you. B-b-because you're different. You're…an individual." I said, giving her a big smile. She smiled back, shifting where she sat while fiddling with her bed sheet/shirt and hair. Was she fixing herself? No, she didn't need to she was already beautiful. Her hand stopped as it brushed the bandage around her skull.

"What do you think they did to us?" she asked worriedly. I didn't want to worry her, but I had to give my regular answer.

"I-I-I don't know." I answered, fingering my own bandage. She couldn't exactly blame me for that one, she didn't know either.

"Do you think they'll ever give up, and leave us alone?" she asked desperately. I looked up at her, giving her a frown.

"Don't you see? We're a threat. Uh a-a virus on their hard drive." I told her, crouching closer and pointing at her. She seemed to be understanding what I was saying. "And they won't give up until they've pointed their little arrow at us-"

"And dragged us to trash!" she finished sharply, getting my metaphor.

And then an amazing thing happened. The words and sounds in my head seemed to burst out of me, filling the room with music as I sang along. But even more amazingly, the girl joined in. And boy could she sing.

Galileo & Scaramouche:
Pressure! Pushing down on me
Pressing down on you, no man ask for
Under pressure

This was incredible! She was matching me in every note, every word. Her voice was so strong, so powerful.

Galileo:
That brings a building down
Splits a family in two
Scaramouche:
Puts people on streets
Um ba ba be
Um ba ba be

Galileo:
De day oh
Ee day oh

Scaramouche:
That's okay

Galileo:
It's the terror of knowing what this world is about

Scaramouche:
Watching some good friends screaming

Both:
Let me out!

Galileo:
Pray tomorrow gets me higher

Both:
Pressure on people, people on streets

This girl could be my soul mate, musically speaking of course. Ok I'm just goanna say it, she's perfect in every way. Whoever invented love at first sight was on to something big.

Galileo:
Day day de mm hm
Da da da ba ba

Scaramouche:
Okay

Galileo:
Chippin' around - kick my brains around the floor
These are the days it never rains but it pours
Ee do ba be
Ee da ba ba ba
Um bo bo
Be lap

People on streets - ee da de da de
People on streets - ee da de da de da de da

It's the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends screaming

We shared a look before we both ripped off our bandages. We kept on going, climbing up onto the gurneys and stomping on them for effect.

Both:
Let me out!

Galileo:
Pray tomorrow gets me higher and higher

Scaramouche:
Pressure on people, people on streets

Both:
Turned away from it all like a blind man
Sat on a fence but it don't work

Galileo:
Keep coming up with love but it's all slashed and torn

Scaramouche:
Why - why - why?
Love love love love

Again we shared another look before we jumped from our gurneys and ran around, pulling them away from each other in one swift motion so hard that they crashed into the walls on each side.

Galileo:
Insanity laughs under pressure we're cracking

Scaramouche:
Can't we give ourselves one more chance

Galileo:
Why can't we give love that one more chance

Scaramouche:
Why can't we give love, give love, give love, give love
Give love, give love, give love, give love, give love

She was open to love? She wanted to give it chance to. We looked at each other from across the room, having broken away from each other to explore for a way out. We started to move closer together, an invisible force pushing us closer to each other and I was all but fighting it.

Galileo:
'Cause love's such an old-fashioned word

Both:
And love dares you to care for
The people on the edge of the night
And loves dares you to change our way
Of caring about ourselves
This is our last chance
This is our last dance

Galileo:
This is ourselves

Scaramouche:
Under pressure

We were right in front of each other now, so close I could feel her breath on my face. She looked up at me, her eyes guarded as she stared up at me. I was mesmerized by her. She was more amazing then anyone I had ever met.

Both:
Under pressure
Pressure.

Our faces were so close. If I wanted to I could kiss her, and I kind of wanted to. But I barely knew her so I ignored the urge. The girl looked away from me, staring at any thing but me. I sighed, she wasn't interested in me. Oh well at least we could still be friends.

"So what do we do now?" she asked, stepping back and not looking me in the eye. I thought for a moment. Where would we be safe?

"Out into the night! Down on the streets! We're rebels now, 'coz baby we were born to run!" I cried happily as I rushed off, hoping she would like my head phrases. I loved this girl, I was feeling more confident already. That didn't last long at the unhappy look she gave me.

"Don't call me baby!" She snapped sternly. I laughed as I stopped, turning to face her.

"Sorry it's just one of the phrases I hear in my head." I chuckled. She smiled at me but something didn't look right about it.

"Yeah?" she asked as she came towards me. I nodded. "Keep it there." she said snidely as she disappeared out a door.

"Hey wait up!" I cried as I ran after her.

Hope you liked it. It took a while to write.

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