Title- I Need Music (tentatively titled!)
Author- Heavy Glow
Disclaimer- I do not own Gilmore Girls, to my dismay!
A/N- Hey!! This is my new story! I got the idea while talking to my friend about Gilmore Girls and how it would be great if Tristan came back, just to spice everything up a bit more. And how it would be even better if he was more like CMM's character was on Dawson's Creek, so I've been going around singing I Hate Myself For Loving you all day and it just hit me! KA- BAAM! Its funny how a twisted mind can work! So review and tell me what you think! If no one likes it I'm not going to continue it. because that would be a waste off time! So PLEASE review!!
Chapter One
"Lane, why must you insist on dragging me to this thing?" Rory asked as her bestfriend Lane, as she hauled her out the door.
"I insist because the only reason I can go is because my Mom trusts you for some odd, unknown reason!" Lane told her as they walked towards the club where the show was going to be held. "And you were my only way to get here. That and you're my bestfriend and I love you and I would do anything for you!" she gushed out in one breath. "Plus the lead singer is really hot! You'll just love him!" Lane let go of her elbow.
"Hey Lane, go on in!" The burly man at the door told them.
"Where on earth do you know him from?" Rory asked, glancing back at the bald man with tattoo covered arms.
"He goes to the bible study group that my mom makes me go too." Land told her. "That was the other way I convinced my mom to let me go. She thinks I'm at a Christen seminar. I have a quiz tomorrow at eight."
"Did anyone ever tell you that your Mom is warped?" Rory asked her.
"Yes, actually." Lane nodded. "On several occasions!" Rory shook her head and smiled. 'I'm in for a long night.' They grabbed a table as close to the front as they could manage.
"What kind of a band is this?" Rory asked Lane, who was looking around.
"What? Oh! They do mostly covers of stuff." Lane nodded. "Like I Hate Myself For Loving You, and I Wanna Be Sedated. All the good stuff." Rory nodded, 'it can't be that bad then.' "I'm gonna go get a drink, want one?"
"A water would be great." Rory smiled. She glanced at the people around her. They didn't look like a bad crowd. She couldn't believe that she had let Lane talk her into this, she could be home right now curled up reading Pride And Prejudice. The crowd was getting anxious. She glanced around, wondering when it was going to start. At that, Lane came to sit down, handing her a bottle of water.
"It should-" The band walked out on stage. Rory looked up as the music started to play. Then she heard the voice; it was a deep voice that sent chills coursing through her. She knew that voice, she looked at the guitar player, and it wasn't him. She looked at the drummer; it wasn't him. She finally looked up into the face of the bass player.
"Oh my God." She stared at him as he sang. His voice affecting her more then anything in had in her life. She stared at him as he put his heart and soul into his music. She had never seen Tristan like this. 'Tristan DuGrey, how you've changed.' She thought. It seemed like he actually cared for something, almost like he wasn't the superficial snob that he was when he had attended Chilton. A million questions ran through her head, but they were brought to an abrupt halt when he began to sing the next song.
Tristan opened his eyes and glanced around the crowd. "This next song is called Bleed." He smiled at some girls that were in the corner eyeing him like he was a piece of meat. 'Some never change.' He began to sing, running through the chords with ease, the lyrics just flowing from his lips. He glanced at Jay, his guitar player. Jay grinned and glanced toward the crowd, Tristan's gaze followed. It came to rest on a girl with chocolate brown coloured hair that ended at her elbow, his gaze drifted up, staring at her; he stumbled over the words. He could feel Jay's eyes on him. 'Rory' he thought.
Tristan looked at her, his gaze wandering over her body, leaving tingles in its place. "I'm feeling crossed, I take it inside, Burn up the pain, My thoughts are strange, Just like the things I used to love, Just like the tree that fell, I heard it, If art is still inside, I feel it." His eyes stared into hers for a moment before he recognized her. He stumbled over the words; she sated back at him. "I wanna bleed
Show the world all that I have inside
I wanna scream
Let the blood flow that keeps me alive
Take all these strings
They call my veins
Wrap them around
Every fucking thing
Presence of people
Not for me
Well I must remain in tune
Forever
My love is music
I will marry melody
I wanna bleed
Show the world all that I have inside
I wanna scream
Let the blood flow that keeps me alive
Won't you let me take you
For a ride
You can stop the world
Try to change my mind
Won't you let me show you
How it feels
You can stop the world
But you won't change me
I need music
I need music
I need music to set me free
To let me bleed."
He stared at Rory as the few remaining chords faded away. Rory Gilmore, the girl he used to love. A million questions ran through his head, what was she doing here? Did she like his music? Was she the same as she used to be? Was he still in love with her?
Author- Heavy Glow
Disclaimer- I do not own Gilmore Girls, to my dismay!
A/N- Hey!! This is my new story! I got the idea while talking to my friend about Gilmore Girls and how it would be great if Tristan came back, just to spice everything up a bit more. And how it would be even better if he was more like CMM's character was on Dawson's Creek, so I've been going around singing I Hate Myself For Loving you all day and it just hit me! KA- BAAM! Its funny how a twisted mind can work! So review and tell me what you think! If no one likes it I'm not going to continue it. because that would be a waste off time! So PLEASE review!!
Chapter One
"Lane, why must you insist on dragging me to this thing?" Rory asked as her bestfriend Lane, as she hauled her out the door.
"I insist because the only reason I can go is because my Mom trusts you for some odd, unknown reason!" Lane told her as they walked towards the club where the show was going to be held. "And you were my only way to get here. That and you're my bestfriend and I love you and I would do anything for you!" she gushed out in one breath. "Plus the lead singer is really hot! You'll just love him!" Lane let go of her elbow.
"Hey Lane, go on in!" The burly man at the door told them.
"Where on earth do you know him from?" Rory asked, glancing back at the bald man with tattoo covered arms.
"He goes to the bible study group that my mom makes me go too." Land told her. "That was the other way I convinced my mom to let me go. She thinks I'm at a Christen seminar. I have a quiz tomorrow at eight."
"Did anyone ever tell you that your Mom is warped?" Rory asked her.
"Yes, actually." Lane nodded. "On several occasions!" Rory shook her head and smiled. 'I'm in for a long night.' They grabbed a table as close to the front as they could manage.
"What kind of a band is this?" Rory asked Lane, who was looking around.
"What? Oh! They do mostly covers of stuff." Lane nodded. "Like I Hate Myself For Loving You, and I Wanna Be Sedated. All the good stuff." Rory nodded, 'it can't be that bad then.' "I'm gonna go get a drink, want one?"
"A water would be great." Rory smiled. She glanced at the people around her. They didn't look like a bad crowd. She couldn't believe that she had let Lane talk her into this, she could be home right now curled up reading Pride And Prejudice. The crowd was getting anxious. She glanced around, wondering when it was going to start. At that, Lane came to sit down, handing her a bottle of water.
"It should-" The band walked out on stage. Rory looked up as the music started to play. Then she heard the voice; it was a deep voice that sent chills coursing through her. She knew that voice, she looked at the guitar player, and it wasn't him. She looked at the drummer; it wasn't him. She finally looked up into the face of the bass player.
"Oh my God." She stared at him as he sang. His voice affecting her more then anything in had in her life. She stared at him as he put his heart and soul into his music. She had never seen Tristan like this. 'Tristan DuGrey, how you've changed.' She thought. It seemed like he actually cared for something, almost like he wasn't the superficial snob that he was when he had attended Chilton. A million questions ran through her head, but they were brought to an abrupt halt when he began to sing the next song.
Tristan opened his eyes and glanced around the crowd. "This next song is called Bleed." He smiled at some girls that were in the corner eyeing him like he was a piece of meat. 'Some never change.' He began to sing, running through the chords with ease, the lyrics just flowing from his lips. He glanced at Jay, his guitar player. Jay grinned and glanced toward the crowd, Tristan's gaze followed. It came to rest on a girl with chocolate brown coloured hair that ended at her elbow, his gaze drifted up, staring at her; he stumbled over the words. He could feel Jay's eyes on him. 'Rory' he thought.
Tristan looked at her, his gaze wandering over her body, leaving tingles in its place. "I'm feeling crossed, I take it inside, Burn up the pain, My thoughts are strange, Just like the things I used to love, Just like the tree that fell, I heard it, If art is still inside, I feel it." His eyes stared into hers for a moment before he recognized her. He stumbled over the words; she sated back at him. "I wanna bleed
Show the world all that I have inside
I wanna scream
Let the blood flow that keeps me alive
Take all these strings
They call my veins
Wrap them around
Every fucking thing
Presence of people
Not for me
Well I must remain in tune
Forever
My love is music
I will marry melody
I wanna bleed
Show the world all that I have inside
I wanna scream
Let the blood flow that keeps me alive
Won't you let me take you
For a ride
You can stop the world
Try to change my mind
Won't you let me show you
How it feels
You can stop the world
But you won't change me
I need music
I need music
I need music to set me free
To let me bleed."
He stared at Rory as the few remaining chords faded away. Rory Gilmore, the girl he used to love. A million questions ran through his head, what was she doing here? Did she like his music? Was she the same as she used to be? Was he still in love with her?