Disclaimed.
Hello all! Just so you know, although I am a die hard Hameron, that doesn't mean the last chapter was necessarily about her. But all will be revealed in the final chapter about who Slow Dancing was for. Like I said, this version will be much longer because I found it difficult to choose between certain heavier songs, since they are all so beautiful and so easily apply to House and his group. I'm predicting around 15 more chapters, including a closer where he leaves and people do ask about his music. However, don't quote me on that because it is subject to change. I've added songs and rearranged and taken away from my hard copy list so it's no sure thing. And to clear something up, the songs in this story are not necessarily dedicated to any one person like they were in House M.D. Piano Man. They are more revelations about House's inner character. There may be a few that mean more to a certain person/people, but that wasn't really intentional. Now that I've written and entire paragraph of an intro to a chapter that probably won't be very long, enjoy!
PS I invented a memory for this chapter.
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Flushed and heavy breathing women composed themselves. Captivated men were shaken out of their reverie so as not to miss the next masterpiece. As House played the opening notes, his face was graced with a tenderness so beautiful, so unlike himself. His eyes closed and lips parted it seemed the notes flowing from the instrument were they air he breathed; the tempo, his pulse. It was as though the hypnotist had stared at his own watch, locking himself in a trance. The words began...
"Well
I heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it
pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do ya?
Well it goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor
fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah"
His
voice, gruff and tinged with age and memories eased out around the
lump of emotion in his throat that threatened to strangle him up on
stage. He hadn't played this song since, That Day. Now, in front of
all these people, all these strangers, now was not the right time.
But he knew there would never be a right time. And if he didn't take
the chance presented before him, all these things raging inside him
would be trapped forever. "Well
Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on
the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
she tied
you to her kitchen chair
And she broke your throne and she cut
your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah"
"Oh God...I can't believe he's playing this song. He hasn't played it since the funeral." Wilson stared in awe at his friend, surprised he would strip his layers away like this, purely for the sake of honest music.
"Funeral?" The spoke in whispers. It just seemed natural.
"House
had a brother...he died in a car accident when House was a teenager.
His dad made him play this song at the funeral. House hasn't even
listened to it since then. I can't believe he would play it now."
No one said anything else. No one need to. It was clear House was
trying to give them something. Trying to show them he wasn't all
bad. "Well
baby I've been here before
I know this room and I've walked this
floor
I used to live alone before I knew ya
I've seen your
flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a
cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah"
The
screech of tires was a contrast to the lullaby-like sound caressing
his ears. His eyes flashed open and there in the shiny black finish
of the piano was the road at night. And there he was in the drivers
seat. Stopping at the stop sign like a good driver. He starts to go
and out of no where a speeding black Honda slams into the passengers
side. Into David. And he's not even screaming. Greg is though.
Screaming David's name and touching his arm, but too scared to shake
him. And he can't understand why David is so quiet, so still. Where
is that blood on his neck coming from? Why are his eyes closed? He
wasn't tired, he couldn't have fallen asleep... "Well
there was a time when you let me know
What's really going on
below
But now you never show that to me do you?
And remember
when I moved in you?
And the holy dove was moving too
And every
breath we drew was Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah"
He
didn't stumble over the notes. He was expecting this. For once, he
expected the car. He knew the drunk driver was coming. But God damn
it, he still couldn't get out of the way in time. But he didn't
stumble over the notes. It might wake David. He was so tired, he
needed his sleep. "Well
maybe there's a God above
But all I've ever learned from love
Was
how to shoot somebody who'd out drew ya
And it's not a cry that
you hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a
cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah"
He
was at the funeral now. Everyone in black. Everything in black.
David hated black. It was such a dead color. Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah"
Many
in the crowd were crying. House wasn't sure if he was or not. He
didn't care either way. No one was close enough to the stage to see
a tear if there was one. And if they did he would write it off as
sweat. No one had to know what he had done. No one had to
know. "Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah"
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"Hallelujah"
Jeff Buckley (there are other artists but his is the best)