Inside a smoky little club in Las Vegas.
Host: Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome the one and only MARIA DE LUCA!
Michael's POV
There she was. She looked smaller, paler. Somehow... it's hard to describe... hunted. But then she started to sing.
And suddenly I saw MY Maria, beautiful and incredible talented. I don't think I ever told her what she really means to me. She stood there on this stage, no band, just a men playing the guitar as background.
And as she started to sing I couldn't help but remember.
Maria: What is that look upon your face
A simple mood or have I fallen from grace?
Me being bored from her babbling about this new aroma oil stuff she bought. I never knew that she noticed this.
Don't you tell me nothing is wrong
For just how long should this be going on?
Is the sky too gray?
Did your milk taste bad today?
Did I fail in bed?
What the hell made her think this?
Was it something I have said
something I have said?
Here we go on and on again
the same old game of me to blame
of me to blame.
Here I go jumping round your bed
A stupid me
Cause your the king
And I'm your puppet on a string.
Hmm... Maria dancing round my bed... wearing nothing but a string... That really isn't the right time for this Michael Guerin! So whip that doofus- smile off your face and think of something less... affecting!... Max dancing round my bed on a string... Oh god, poor Liz!
Is it so hard to understand
The situation is getting out of hand.
But maybe there's something I have missed
A brand new look- that's why you look so pissed!
PISSED? PISSED? Like P-I-S-S-E-D?
Did I drive you mad?
Tell me what to do
Should I paint the gray sky blue,
the gray sky blue?
I wish I could look inside your head
And read your thoughts
But so instead
But so instead
Here we go on and on again
The same old game
Where you're the king
And I'm your puppet on a string.
Max naked, Max kissing Kyle, Max in underwear, Max dancing... brrr that one really helped me!
Should I leave or stay?
Should I kiss your blues away?
Tell me what to do
I'd do anything for you
Yes anything cause I'm just like your
Your puppet on a string
You're keeping me just hanging on
Now hear my song
I'm just like your puppet on a string
Can't you see
You're killing me!
Liz is looking at me. I can see the anger in her eyes but the worst is, I can understand this anger. Hey yeah okay I can see that this song is about me. I am not an idiot. Well at least not all the time. And you know what Miss Liz "I am all perfect" Parker? I feel guilty. But I shouldn't be the only one, should I?
I'm just like your puppet on a string
For in this game
You always win
And I just your puppet on a string!
The song's over. Everybody is clapping but the others can't stop starring at Maria. Neither can I. It's been six months since we last saw her.
Coming up next (if you like to): Liz's POV