Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly or So Close or Dear Mr President; no all I own is the stupid plot :(
General POV- Seattle
Carly sighed and reached round to the back pocket of her jeans. Freddie was confused as she unfolded and carefully smoothed the piece of paper she found there.
"Look!" She shoved the piece of paper towards him. He slowly looked into her expecting eyes, suddenly reminded of the old days with Sam, the flood of pain came rushing back and he backed up trying desperately to find something to strike himself with.
But Carly had guessed his next move by the distressed look he gave her and pounced at him, straddling his hips, effectively trapping him.
"Look!" Was all she said again, shoving what he could now make out to be a magazine cover, at his face. He gave up and reached for it, thinking obeying her would get rid of her quicker; her and the memories.
He smoothed out the paper and held it up to his eyes. The cover was the photo of girl named Alyssa Kelly. She had shoulder length, poker-straight chestnut brown hair and her eyes were striking deep pools of blue. She was incredibly thin, too thin, he thought, anorexic thin. But then so were all these pop-stars. She had a wide, happy smile on her face but her eyes told a story of despair, hurt, fear and unanswered questions, something that reminded very much of his own. Although he felt like he wanted her to mean something to him, everything to him (something that very much confused him), she just didn't.
"Carly who is this Alyssa Kelly and why are you showing me a picture of her?" She sighed, making him feel as if he should know better.
"Do you remember that notebook Sam used to carry round when we were teenagers?" He winced at the sound of her name, did they have to talk about Sam.
"Yes, but I..." Carly carried on as if he hadn't said anything.
"Well, that was full of songs that she wrote. She showed them to me before she left for L.A." She could see the questioning look on his face but this time he made no effort to voice them but just let her ramble on.
"Alyssa Kelly has been recording songs since about four and a half years ago. For all those years she has been singing dribble, nothing worth listening to. But about four weeks ago she released this amazing song." She pulled her pearpod out of her pocket and pulled over his speakers to put it into. He jumped at the outburst of music but was somewhat comforted by the words, they reminded him of his relationship with a certain blonde, headed demon. Well before she left...
"Just keep tuggin', pushin', pullin' all my little heartstrings
Got me all tied up in knots
Anytime I see your face
Oh it brings out
It brings out the girl in me.Don't know just how ya did it
But ya got me real good
Hook, line, and sinker like I knew you could
But you don't even notice
Boy, I wish you wouldI can't help myself
I can't help but smile
Everytime I see your face
And we've never met
I bet you don't know my name
Am I out of my mind
I think that I might be goin' crazy
'Cause my heart is your's to have and hold or break
How'd you get to be so close when you're so far awayI think he might be close to perfect
Girls you know what I mean
He's got a face straight out of a magazine
Gotta pinch myself to prove he ain't a dreamOh Oh OhI can't help myself
Now my secret's out
I can't help but smile
Everytime I see your face
And we've never met
I bet you don't know my name
Am I outta my mind
I think that I might be goin' crazy
'Cause my heart is your's to have and hold or break
How'd you get to be so close when you're so far awayI wish you were mine all mine
Mine all mine
I wish you were mine all mine
I wish you were mineI can't help but smile
Everytime I see your face
And we've never met
I bet you don't know my name
Am I outta my mind
I think that I might be goin' crazy
'Cause my heart is your's to have and hold or breakHow'd you get to be so close when you're so far away
How'd you get to be so close when you're so far away"
"See Freddie when I first heard that song, I was so excited the words reminded me of something I once been shown and the voice of one I hadn't heard in a long time..." She was drowned out as another song came on but it was clear she hadn't wanted to say much more. She had this timed perfectly.
The song was a recording of the moment he thought about non-stop, the moment that changed everything, he wanted to cover his ears and block out the pain but Carly had his arms pinned to his sides.
It was time for Sam's talent. She stood on the stage with her pink guitar and she began to sing a cover of Pink's Song 'Dear Mr President'.
"Dear Mr. President,
Come take a walk with me.
Let's pretend we're just two people and
you're not better than me.
I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly.What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
What do you feel when you look in the mirror?
Are you proud?How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye
and tell me why?
He began to notice similarities between Sam voice and this Alyssa person's.
Dear Mr. President,
Were you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
How can you say
No child is left behind?
We're not dumb and we're not blind.
They're all sitting in your cells
while you pave the road to hell.What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
you've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye?
He just wanted Carly to turn it off, how could she hurt him like this; raising his hopes when there was no chance Sam was alive...
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
You don't know nothing 'bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
OhHow do you sleep at night?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Dear Mr. President,
You'd never take a walk with me.
Would you?"
"You see Freddie," Carly voice interrupted the recording, "So Close, Alyssa Kelly's new song, it was at the very back of Sam's precious notebook, scribbled in her messy handwriting. Her favourite song, her most secret song and the one she swore she'd never let leave her side. She showed it to me that night after she wrote it, after she sang on iCarly. After you two... kissed."
By the serious look on her face, showed him she wasn't lying though he didn't think he would have been strong to doubt her even if it hadn't.
