Macross 7 fanfic:
Disclaimer: I obviously didn't make Macross 7. I'm just a wacky fan...
Standard Disclaimers apply!
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Soul in Tune with a Wish (9/12)
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Mylene, you're right on time. We'll be starting soon. Are you ready?"
"I think so."
"That's good. MAKE UP!"
Michael's voice sounded through the room, signalling the return of the
make-up crew.
***********
"Lights. Camera. Action."
"Scene 23, take one."
Mylene walked in between two actresses. They were her best friends.
The dark-haired girl to her left inquired,
"Miki, Don't you have practice now?"
"Yeah! What's wrong?"
agreed the other girl.
Mylene bowed her head.
"I'm no longer a member of Firebomber."
"WHAT?"
Sounded the girls in unison.
That was Basara's cue.
He stepped out of the shadows in front of the three girls.
The conversation ended.
Miki's eyes glistened. "Bobby." She whispered in disbelief.
"We need to talk."
The girls observed the two.
"Uh... Miki, we should be going."
"Yes. We'll call you."
"And stop rolling. Okay let's move to stage 6."
***********
"Mylene, Basara. You know what you have to do."
"And start rolling... now."
"Scene 24, take one."
Mylene clutched the handle of the small case.
Basara moved to the yellow x.
"I wanted to talk to you."
Mylene looked down.
"There's nothing left to say."
"Would you stop being so damned selfish!"
Mylene trembled.
"You think you're the only one with feelings?"
Basara stalked over to Mylene and grabbed her shoulders. Her suitcase
immediately fell.
"Cut!"
yelled the director.
"Basara, as soon as you grab her kiss her. That was way too slow.
Mylene, keep your head tilted slightly left so he can get you when he's
ready. Let's start that over again."
"Scene 24, take two."
Mylene nervously clutched the handle of the small case upon hearing the
door slam behind her.
She watched Basara's fluid motions as he flowed towards the yellow x.
She was mesmorized until his voice sliced through the air.
"I wanted to talk to you."
Mylene looked down, avoiding the deep yellow of his glare.
"There's nothing left to say."
"Would you stop being so damned selfish!"
Mylene shook at the clarity of his voice.
"You think you're the only one with feelings?"
She could hear him scaling the distance between them.
She kept her head tilted, waiting... She felt firm hands
grip her shoulders. The impact of his lips crushing hers immediately
followed. Her suitcase fell.
"Cut!"
yelled the director.
They pulled away swiftly from eachother.
"What are you two doing!" The director slammed his palms against his
forehead.
"Basara, you're practically grimacing, Mylene you're as stiff as a board.
Kiss eachother! You both are right about hesitating, but in a matter
of moments you should melt into eachother's arms!"
He pulled the metallic canteen from his coat. Taking a deep swig, he leaned
his head back.
"Make-up! Both of their lips are smeared."
"Let's take it from the top. "
Mylene touched her lips...
"Scene 24, take 3."
The door slammed angrily. Basara marched towards the yellow x.
Mylene stood, dazed from the feel of his lips a moment ago.
She felt like collapsing.
"I wanted to talk to you."
Mylene closed her eyes, trying to remember her lines.
"There's nothing left to say."
"Would you stop being so damned selfish!"
Mylene stood still, head tilted slightly.
"You think you're the only one with feelings?"
She could feel the air rushing towards her.
Soon, callous fingers gripped her shoulders. His lips crushed hers
once again... only this time...
Her suitcase plummeted softly to the ground.
She stood firmly for a few seconds only to fall towards him.
When Basara felt her relax into his embrace, his arms found themselves
around her slim waist.
Her arms snaked around his neck to his hair.
She had always wanted to run her fingers through the cool silk of his
hair.
Upon feeling her slender hands, he caught her upperlip with his teeth
and nibbled ever so slightly...
The director grinned profusely.
::All this passion... I'd hate to break it up...::
"CUT!"
Basara slowly pulled away. Mylene's eyes were still glazed over as he
gently rested her down.
The director yelled as he approached them.
"What are you two doing? That was too much."
"Well i'm not doing it again."
Basara said before walking off the set.
*********
Basara entered his dressing room. He removed the black shirt he was wearing.
He decided to keep the leather pants, but the top had to go. He reached for
his favorite white blouse only to find it missing.
::That's right, Mylene has it.::
He sighed before eying his surroundings... He noticed something... It was
unusually clean. He gritted his teeth.
::They messed with my stuff again.::
He banged his fist against the wall.
::I hope they didn't touch my guitar.::
//KNOCK KNOCK//
Basara turned towards the door.
"Come in."
Raina turned the knob hesitantly revealing a topless Basara.
"Can I come in?"
He didn't look at her.
"I said come in didn't I."
She shut the door behind her.
"That was quite some acting."
Basara spotted is guitar in the farthest corner of the room.
"I was a little surprised."
Raina continued.
Basara turned to her.
"Is that all you came to say?"
Raina clenched her fists.
::He makes it so difficult.::
*********
"Here it is!"
Mylene upheld the folded shirt that Basara had lent her the night before.
She felt like hugging it but decided not to.
:: I couldn't give it to him wrinkled.::
She bounded out of the dressing room only to run into Gamlin.
"Mylene. Are you okay?"
She nodded.
"Are you ready to go?"
She nodded.
"I just have to give something to Basara."
Gamlin smiled.
"Let's go."
"Let's?"
"I'll go with you."
::Great.::
Mylene thought.
***
Mylene paused in front of the dressing room. She moved to knock but stopped
upon hearing a woman's voice.
***
"I was just wondering if you would like to have some lunch."
Raina belted out.
***
Mylene leaned closer to the door.
"Raina?"
***
"If you're paying."
Basara questioned.
***
Mylene froze.
::Basara::
"What's wrong Mylene? Isn't Basara there?"
Gamlin turned the knob to reveal a topless Basara standing in front of a
woman.
Mylene gasped.
"Mylene."
Basara whispered.
Raina turned around.
"Oh hi Mylene. What are you doing here?"
Gamlin stared in disbelief.
Without uttering a word Mylene balled up the shirt and threw it into the
room.
"Sorry to bother you."
She said before turning to leave.
Raina caught the bundle.
"Is this your shirt?"
She asked.
Basara nodded.
Gamlin arched an eyebrow.
::Basara's shirt?::
"Let's go Gamlin"
To Be Continued
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NOTES:
1. Another transition chapter... Gamlin's got a big surprise for Mylene...
2. I think there will be exactly 3 more parts... I estimated correctly!!
Ja!
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Standard Disclaimers apply!
__________________________________________________________________
Soul in Tune with a Wish (10/12)
:: ... :: denotes thoughts
"/ ... \" denotes singing
###################### ...###################### denotes flashback sequence
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
#########begin flash back#############
"Room 239"
Ray paused in front of the blue door before bending down.
::Basara said that the hotel key was under the mat.::
He moved his fingers under the tatami until he felt the cold recognition of
a metal key card.
"Jackpot."
*********
"What would you like?"
Gamlin waved his hand.
"Oh, I won't be having anything, Mylene, what would you like?"
"How about a triple layered fudge sunday with chocolate chips and a large
order of cheese fries."
The waitress sweatdropped.
"Okay."
*********
The car stopped along with the low humming of of the engine.
"Well."
Basara sighed before removing his seatbelt. "Is it in here?"
Raina nodded.
"This place has killer fruit parfait."
*********
The green-clad waitress was back. With one silky motion she emptied the
contents of her tray onto the waiting table.
"Here you go."
Mylene didn't hesitate to reach for the ice cream.
Gamlin smiled. "You must have worked up quite an appetite today."
"Hardly." Mylene said between a heaping spoonful.
*********
Ray placed a hand under his chin.
"Now where's that music?"
He paced across the living room and almost
made it past the bathroom when something caught his eye. It was a quick
motion that nearly slipped him. He paused.
"Basara?"
Upon hearing no response, he pushed the door fully open. He gasped.
There, blowing in the wind of a nearby window... Basara's window at that...
was a pair of Mylene's cotton shorts.
*********
"What do you plan on doing for the rest of the day?"
Basara looked up from his sandwich.
"I thought we were just coming to eat lunch."
Raina rested her glass on the cream tablecloth.
"Do you have something better to do than spend time with me?"
"Yes."
Raina nodded.
"I understand."
*********
Ray clenched his teeth. This was bad.
:: I was afraid this would happen.::
As he ventured into the bedroom, he became increasingly worried. He
proceeded to sniff the sheets for the possible smell of sex.
:: nothing odd... unless he changed them.::
He turned around knocking down a small lamp post. Ray grinned.
Under the crystal lamp and the up-turned wooden bed rest was an array of
papers with black markings.
"Would you look at that."
*********
Gamlin's face became plaintive.
"We have to talk."
Mylene froze.
"I'm listening." She could feel her stomach twisting... Something was wrong.
The way he looked at her. The way his eyes glistened.
"I don't think--"
***
Basara rose to leave. The hotel was only about a block from here. Walking he
could meet up with Ray in 5 minutes. As he ventured out of the restaurant,
he spotted Gamlin and Mylene in a booth by the door.
***
Mylene dropped the ketchup bottle.
"Wha--"
As the bottle rolled, red tainted the cream tablecloth.
Gamlin watched as her eyes began to water. He brushed a hand against her
cheek. "Please don't cry."
Mylene shook her head in disbeleif. She was about to lose the best friend she
ever had. Gamlin continued to speak, but for her, his words were nothing but
incoherent babble.
"... That's why we can't be friends either." He moved to place a light kiss
on her forehead.
As Mylene inhaled his scent the tears began to start.
"It's for the best."
He turned to get his coat, reaching in to get his wallet.
He placed a 10000 yen bill on the table. With that he rose to leave.
***
Basara watched Gamlin out of the corner of his eye before deciding to exit.
::I hope she'll be alright.::
***
Mylene sat for a while. She wasn't hungry anymore.
Gamlin's voice continued to echo in her head.
::I don't think I want to see you anymore.::
*********
Gamlin rested his head on the steering wheel of his car. He wondered if he
did the right thing. It could have been the biggest mistake of his life.
::No. You couldn't live like this.::
A ghost of Mylene's smiling face was replaced by the memory of her tear
filled visage. Whatever confidence he had in the restaurant disappeared.
He touched trembling hands to his forehead.
"What have I done?"
*********
When the elevator chimed, he knew he had reached the second floor.
With key in hand, he stalked past the reppetive blues and green. Green wall,
blue door, green wall, Blue doors... only these had the numbers 2, 3, and 9.
Basara turned the knob revealing a large, tan, and angry man.
"Ray, did you find the music?"
Basara closed the door behind him.
"Basara, what is the meaning of this?"
Ray chucked Mylene's clothes in Basara's direction.
For the second time that day articles of clothing were thrown at him.
"What's the meaning of what?" He mumbled as he examined the balled up
shorts and shirt.
Ray tried to stay calm although he was beginning to lose it.
"What are those doing in your hotel room?"
"It's not what you think."
Basara said mater-of-factly.
Ray breathed in.
"Basara, What's going on between you and Mylene?"
Ray tried to read his expression.
Basara spoke.
"Did you read the music?"
"Yes."
Ray watched Basara a bit. His anger was beginning subside.
"Basara." He walked over to place a hand on the younger man's shoulder.
"I think you need to sort your feelings out."
Basara shook his head.
"I'm not confused about myself."
Ray sighed.
"Just don't do anything you would regret." With that, he turned to leave.
##########end flashback############
Basara's heart ached and as he strummed the strings of his guitar, the music
seemed to coax the fire in his heart.
"/ She comes to me when I'm feelin'down\"
"/inspires me\"
"/without a sound she touches me...\"
"/and I get turned around... oh\"
Today had been a strange day, yet as the sun sank,
he couldn't help but feel completely relaxed.
"/she's got a smile that heals me...\"
"/mm... don't know why it is\"
"/but I have to laugh when she reveals me\"
"/She's got a way about her\"
"/I don't what it is...\"
"/But I know that I know that can't live without her anyway... \"
"/..hay...\"
Basara finished, plucking every string on his acoustic guitar.
He breathed in feeling more alive than any moment in his entire life.
"Love..."
Basara fiddled with the strings.
"It's like fire in your heart..."
TO BE CONTINUED
NOTES:
1. This is a genuine rough draft!!!
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Disclaimer: I obviously didn't make Macross 7. I'm just a wacky fan...
Standard Disclaimers apply!
___________ _______________________________________________________
Soul in Tune with a Wish (9/12)
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Mylene, you're right on time. We'll be starting soon. Are you ready?"
"I think so."
"That's good. MAKE UP!"
Michael's voice sounded through the room, signalling the return of the
make-up crew.
***********
"Lights. Camera. Action."
"Scene 23, take one."
Mylene walked in between two actresses. They were her best friends.
The dark-haired girl to her left inquired,
"Miki, Don't you have practice now?"
"Yeah! What's wrong?"
agreed the other girl.
Mylene bowed her head.
"I'm no longer a member of Firebomber."
"WHAT?"
Sounded the girls in unison.
That was Basara's cue.
He stepped out of the shadows in front of the three girls.
The conversation ended.
Miki's eyes glistened. "Bobby." She whispered in disbelief.
"We need to talk."
The girls observed the two.
"Uh... Miki, we should be going."
"Yes. We'll call you."
"And stop rolling. Okay let's move to stage 6."
***********
"Mylene, Basara. You know what you have to do."
"And start rolling... now."
"Scene 24, take one."
Mylene clutched the handle of the small case.
Basara moved to the yellow x.
"I wanted to talk to you."
Mylene looked down.
"There's nothing left to say."
"Would you stop being so damned selfish!"
Mylene trembled.
"You think you're the only one with feelings?"
Basara stalked over to Mylene and grabbed her shoulders. Her suitcase
immediately fell.
"Cut!"
yelled the director.
"Basara, as soon as you grab her kiss her. That was way too slow.
Mylene, keep your head tilted slightly left so he can get you when he's
ready. Let's start that over again."
"Scene 24, take two."
Mylene nervously clutched the handle of the small case upon hearing the
door slam behind her.
She watched Basara's fluid motions as he flowed towards the yellow x.
She was mesmorized until his voice sliced through the air.
"I wanted to talk to you."
Mylene looked down, avoiding the deep yellow of his glare.
"There's nothing left to say."
"Would you stop being so damned selfish!"
Mylene shook at the clarity of his voice.
"You think you're the only one with feelings?"
She could hear him scaling the distance between them.
She kept her head tilted, waiting... She felt firm hands
grip her shoulders. The impact of his lips crushing hers immediately
followed. Her suitcase fell.
"Cut!"
yelled the director.
They pulled away swiftly from eachother.
"What are you two doing!" The director slammed his palms against his
forehead.
"Basara, you're practically grimacing, Mylene you're as stiff as a board.
Kiss eachother! You both are right about hesitating, but in a matter
of moments you should melt into eachother's arms!"
He pulled the metallic canteen from his coat. Taking a deep swig, he leaned
his head back.
"Make-up! Both of their lips are smeared."
"Let's take it from the top. "
Mylene touched her lips...
"Scene 24, take 3."
The door slammed angrily. Basara marched towards the yellow x.
Mylene stood, dazed from the feel of his lips a moment ago.
She felt like collapsing.
"I wanted to talk to you."
Mylene closed her eyes, trying to remember her lines.
"There's nothing left to say."
"Would you stop being so damned selfish!"
Mylene stood still, head tilted slightly.
"You think you're the only one with feelings?"
She could feel the air rushing towards her.
Soon, callous fingers gripped her shoulders. His lips crushed hers
once again... only this time...
Her suitcase plummeted softly to the ground.
She stood firmly for a few seconds only to fall towards him.
When Basara felt her relax into his embrace, his arms found themselves
around her slim waist.
Her arms snaked around his neck to his hair.
She had always wanted to run her fingers through the cool silk of his
hair.
Upon feeling her slender hands, he caught her upperlip with his teeth
and nibbled ever so slightly...
The director grinned profusely.
::All this passion... I'd hate to break it up...::
"CUT!"
Basara slowly pulled away. Mylene's eyes were still glazed over as he
gently rested her down.
The director yelled as he approached them.
"What are you two doing? That was too much."
"Well i'm not doing it again."
Basara said before walking off the set.
*********
Basara entered his dressing room. He removed the black shirt he was wearing.
He decided to keep the leather pants, but the top had to go. He reached for
his favorite white blouse only to find it missing.
::That's right, Mylene has it.::
He sighed before eying his surroundings... He noticed something... It was
unusually clean. He gritted his teeth.
::They messed with my stuff again.::
He banged his fist against the wall.
::I hope they didn't touch my guitar.::
//KNOCK KNOCK//
Basara turned towards the door.
"Come in."
Raina turned the knob hesitantly revealing a topless Basara.
"Can I come in?"
He didn't look at her.
"I said come in didn't I."
She shut the door behind her.
"That was quite some acting."
Basara spotted is guitar in the farthest corner of the room.
"I was a little surprised."
Raina continued.
Basara turned to her.
"Is that all you came to say?"
Raina clenched her fists.
::He makes it so difficult.::
*********
"Here it is!"
Mylene upheld the folded shirt that Basara had lent her the night before.
She felt like hugging it but decided not to.
:: I couldn't give it to him wrinkled.::
She bounded out of the dressing room only to run into Gamlin.
"Mylene. Are you okay?"
She nodded.
"Are you ready to go?"
She nodded.
"I just have to give something to Basara."
Gamlin smiled.
"Let's go."
"Let's?"
"I'll go with you."
::Great.::
Mylene thought.
***
Mylene paused in front of the dressing room. She moved to knock but stopped
upon hearing a woman's voice.
***
"I was just wondering if you would like to have some lunch."
Raina belted out.
***
Mylene leaned closer to the door.
"Raina?"
***
"If you're paying."
Basara questioned.
***
Mylene froze.
::Basara::
"What's wrong Mylene? Isn't Basara there?"
Gamlin turned the knob to reveal a topless Basara standing in front of a
woman.
Mylene gasped.
"Mylene."
Basara whispered.
Raina turned around.
"Oh hi Mylene. What are you doing here?"
Gamlin stared in disbelief.
Without uttering a word Mylene balled up the shirt and threw it into the
room.
"Sorry to bother you."
She said before turning to leave.
Raina caught the bundle.
"Is this your shirt?"
She asked.
Basara nodded.
Gamlin arched an eyebrow.
::Basara's shirt?::
"Let's go Gamlin"
To Be Continued
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------
NOTES:
1. Another transition chapter... Gamlin's got a big surprise for Mylene...
2. I think there will be exactly 3 more parts... I estimated correctly!!
Ja!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Onto Chapter 10
Home
__________________________________________________________________
Macross 7 fanfic:
Disclaimer: I obviously didn't make Macross 7. I'm just a fan...
Standard Disclaimers apply!
__________________________________________________________________
Soul in Tune with a Wish (10/12)
:: ... :: denotes thoughts
"/ ... \" denotes singing
###################### ...###################### denotes flashback sequence
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
#########begin flash back#############
"Room 239"
Ray paused in front of the blue door before bending down.
::Basara said that the hotel key was under the mat.::
He moved his fingers under the tatami until he felt the cold recognition of
a metal key card.
"Jackpot."
*********
"What would you like?"
Gamlin waved his hand.
"Oh, I won't be having anything, Mylene, what would you like?"
"How about a triple layered fudge sunday with chocolate chips and a large
order of cheese fries."
The waitress sweatdropped.
"Okay."
*********
The car stopped along with the low humming of of the engine.
"Well."
Basara sighed before removing his seatbelt. "Is it in here?"
Raina nodded.
"This place has killer fruit parfait."
*********
The green-clad waitress was back. With one silky motion she emptied the
contents of her tray onto the waiting table.
"Here you go."
Mylene didn't hesitate to reach for the ice cream.
Gamlin smiled. "You must have worked up quite an appetite today."
"Hardly." Mylene said between a heaping spoonful.
*********
Ray placed a hand under his chin.
"Now where's that music?"
He paced across the living room and almost
made it past the bathroom when something caught his eye. It was a quick
motion that nearly slipped him. He paused.
"Basara?"
Upon hearing no response, he pushed the door fully open. He gasped.
There, blowing in the wind of a nearby window... Basara's window at that...
was a pair of Mylene's cotton shorts.
*********
"What do you plan on doing for the rest of the day?"
Basara looked up from his sandwich.
"I thought we were just coming to eat lunch."
Raina rested her glass on the cream tablecloth.
"Do you have something better to do than spend time with me?"
"Yes."
Raina nodded.
"I understand."
*********
Ray clenched his teeth. This was bad.
:: I was afraid this would happen.::
As he ventured into the bedroom, he became increasingly worried. He
proceeded to sniff the sheets for the possible smell of sex.
:: nothing odd... unless he changed them.::
He turned around knocking down a small lamp post. Ray grinned.
Under the crystal lamp and the up-turned wooden bed rest was an array of
papers with black markings.
"Would you look at that."
*********
Gamlin's face became plaintive.
"We have to talk."
Mylene froze.
"I'm listening." She could feel her stomach twisting... Something was wrong.
The way he looked at her. The way his eyes glistened.
"I don't think--"
***
Basara rose to leave. The hotel was only about a block from here. Walking he
could meet up with Ray in 5 minutes. As he ventured out of the restaurant,
he spotted Gamlin and Mylene in a booth by the door.
***
Mylene dropped the ketchup bottle.
"Wha--"
As the bottle rolled, red tainted the cream tablecloth.
Gamlin watched as her eyes began to water. He brushed a hand against her
cheek. "Please don't cry."
Mylene shook her head in disbeleif. She was about to lose the best friend she
ever had. Gamlin continued to speak, but for her, his words were nothing but
incoherent babble.
"... That's why we can't be friends either." He moved to place a light kiss
on her forehead.
As Mylene inhaled his scent the tears began to start.
"It's for the best."
He turned to get his coat, reaching in to get his wallet.
He placed a 10000 yen bill on the table. With that he rose to leave.
***
Basara watched Gamlin out of the corner of his eye before deciding to exit.
::I hope she'll be alright.::
***
Mylene sat for a while. She wasn't hungry anymore.
Gamlin's voice continued to echo in her head.
::I don't think I want to see you anymore.::
*********
Gamlin rested his head on the steering wheel of his car. He wondered if he
did the right thing. It could have been the biggest mistake of his life.
::No. You couldn't live like this.::
A ghost of Mylene's smiling face was replaced by the memory of her tear
filled visage. Whatever confidence he had in the restaurant disappeared.
He touched trembling hands to his forehead.
"What have I done?"
*********
When the elevator chimed, he knew he had reached the second floor.
With key in hand, he stalked past the reppetive blues and green. Green wall,
blue door, green wall, Blue doors... only these had the numbers 2, 3, and 9.
Basara turned the knob revealing a large, tan, and angry man.
"Ray, did you find the music?"
Basara closed the door behind him.
"Basara, what is the meaning of this?"
Ray chucked Mylene's clothes in Basara's direction.
For the second time that day articles of clothing were thrown at him.
"What's the meaning of what?" He mumbled as he examined the balled up
shorts and shirt.
Ray tried to stay calm although he was beginning to lose it.
"What are those doing in your hotel room?"
"It's not what you think."
Basara said mater-of-factly.
Ray breathed in.
"Basara, What's going on between you and Mylene?"
Ray tried to read his expression.
Basara spoke.
"Did you read the music?"
"Yes."
Ray watched Basara a bit. His anger was beginning subside.
"Basara." He walked over to place a hand on the younger man's shoulder.
"I think you need to sort your feelings out."
Basara shook his head.
"I'm not confused about myself."
Ray sighed.
"Just don't do anything you would regret." With that, he turned to leave.
##########end flashback############
Basara's heart ached and as he strummed the strings of his guitar, the music
seemed to coax the fire in his heart.
"/ She comes to me when I'm feelin'down\"
"/inspires me\"
"/without a sound she touches me...\"
"/and I get turned around... oh\"
Today had been a strange day, yet as the sun sank,
he couldn't help but feel completely relaxed.
"/she's got a smile that heals me...\"
"/mm... don't know why it is\"
"/but I have to laugh when she reveals me\"
"/She's got a way about her\"
"/I don't what it is...\"
"/But I know that I know that can't live without her anyway... \"
"/..hay...\"
Basara finished, plucking every string on his acoustic guitar.
He breathed in feeling more alive than any moment in his entire life.
"Love..."
Basara fiddled with the strings.
"It's like fire in your heart..."
TO BE CONTINUED
NOTES:
1. This is a genuine rough draft!!!
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