Oooooh! I am saying, "ooh!" Another fansongthing to music from
'The Nightmare Before Christmas'! Wow golly gee whiz I can't contain my
excitement. Squee. Anyhoo, this one is from Devi's POV, because that's
the only other song that fits. I'n't that neat? So have fun.

Devi walked home from the club. She had not been out for some
time, due to that raging maniac that had violently shoved her into an
unwilling state of paranoia months ago. Call it what you will, and urge,
a premonition, an annoying pain-in-the-ass nudge from Tenna, but Devi
found her self in need of going out. Now that the night had wound down,
she was regretting the decision, feeling more depressed than when she
had left.

I sense there's something
In the wind,
That feels like tragedy's
At hand.

And he had gone and fucked it up, hadn't he? He had to,
"Immortalize the Moment," as he had so eerily put it. The term had to
be capitalized. If Devi were to write those words in a book, the 'I'
and the 'M' would most certainly be capital. Because the meaning they
held for her was something lost, slipped out of her grasp, but
something that she desperately wanted to recover, but was not good for
her. As she strolled home, the thought of a child that has licked his
first ice cream cone too hard, sending the scoop toppling to its
untimely death on the ground. Is that what she had done? No, Johnny had
meant to kill her. The ice cream didn't explode if you left it on the
cone too long. Johnny was prepared to take her life.

And though I'd like to
Stand by him,
Can't shake this feeling
That I have.

But what if she tried again? What then? Mistakes are remembered,
and the child that had dropped his ice cream sniffles and smiles at his
mother as she brings him a new one, and the boy is sure to be more
careful. The next one will not fall. It is too precious to him, the
memory of the lost one too painful. Devi smiled at the image of a boy
carefully eating his second chance. Then the thought turned sour as a
gust of wind picked up and chilled Devi. What does the boy get then,
for eating the damned thing? He gets sick. Unhealthy, and will
ultimately die sooner for this second chance. But. . . maybe it was
worth it. . . the satisfaction of knowing that the second chance was
not wasted? Was that it? Perhaps. Doubts and Shadows flicked slyly
around her mind, trying to convince her or discourage her. . . and she
felt the ice cream slipping off the cone now. . .

The worst is just around
The bend,
And does he notice my
Feelings for him?
And will he see
How much he means to me?
I think it's not to be.

Johnny had tried to kill her. He thought it was for the best,
somehow, in his own twisted way. He thought that it would be doing her
(himself?) a favor. It was his way of taking care of his life. Hey,
mom, I don't think I'll have any ice cream after all. It might fall off
the cone, and then I would be sad. So let's just not have the damned
stuff at all. . . Is that what he was thinking? Kill her before she
falls to her death on the dirty concrete?

What will become of
My dear friend?
Where will his actions
Lead us then?

She passed a crowded little restaurant, with people lined up
outside, waiting for their big chance to get in. To be seen with the
'pretty people', in hopes that they too may sift in and be happy. Happy.
It was such a relative term, wasn't it? But they thought that they
would be happy, narrowly escaping the delusions that plagued people like
(Johnny?)
herself.

Although I'd like to join the crowd
In their enthusiastic cloud,
Try as I may it doesn't last,
And will we ever
End up together?

She neared home, and drew her coat tighter around her, adjusted
her backpack (half full of cans of mace, goddammit). Mommy. . . please,
Mommy. . . I promise I'll be more careful with the next one. . . I
swear it. . .
No, I don't think I'll have any ice cream today. I might drop
it. It'd just be better not to have it at all rather than drop it and
be sad. So I'll just. . . Immortalize the Moment.

No, I think not.
It's never to become,
For I am not
The one.