(1 A.M. Tuesday Morning - Lauren's room.)
Mandy had lended Lauren Trent's demo CD, and it was playing on repeat in the CD player on her desk.
Lauren had put one song in particular on repeat. In the booklet it was written by Trent and Zeek, and the sound was very different and upbeat, considering some of the other music. She'd heard them play this song a few times on stage. The lyrics made her wonder what they were about exactly.
I am a little bit of loneliness a little bit of disregard
Handful of complaints but I can't help the fact that everybody can see
these scars
I am what I want you to want what I want you to feel
But it's like no matter what I do, I can't convince you, to just believe
this is real
So I let go, watching you, turn your back like you always do
Face away and pretend that I'm not
But I'll be here 'cause you're all that I got
(I can't feel the way I did before)
(Don't turn your back on me)
(I won't be ignored)
(Time won't heal this damage anymore)
(Don't turn your back on me)
(I won't be ignored)
The song was called Faint (A/N: I'm using a bunch of Linkin Park's lyrics and songs off of Meteora. They are SOOO awesome *grinning*) and Zeek was rapping, Trent screaming. It was a great song.
Rolling over on her stomach, Lauren ran her bare feet over each other, and wondered what it would be like to lay beside somebody every day. Rolling her eyes, she reached out and grabbed the remote off the nighttable and turned it to the next song.
Listening, she liked the song a lot. The lyrics were deep, and Trent's voice sounded gravely, angry.
Feeling so faithless lost under the surface
Don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
Every step I take is another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
I've become so tired so much more aware
I've becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
Lauren looked down at the booklet. It seemed more like a regular CD you'd buy at the record store than a demo. But the real demo's they sent out were probably different than this copy. This one seemed specially made. On every other page was a picture of each member of the band, along with lyrics. On the page of the lyrics of the song she was listening to was the picture of Zeek, looking serious with his boyishly cute face and dark green and black hair. The song was called Numb.
Turning to the front, which she hadn't looked at yet, she read over the lyrics to Faint and then turned the page. A younger looking Trent was staring out at her from the picture. He looked detached, unemotional, with his lips in a sexy, boyish pout, his eyes hooded, darker it seemed, with the skin and eyelids brown and thin, black eyeliner under his eyes. His shiny black hair was messy as ever, and he had his silver spacers in his earlobes (A/N: Those are the kind of piercings Brandon Boyd of Incubus have, just in case you don't know. You can look at pics of him and see what I mean) and hoops up the part of the ear she could see since his head was tilted and resting on his large hands. He was wearing his engagement ring in this picture, she realized.
Looking at the top of the next page, she saw the CD was dedicated to Melanie. He was still wearing his ring even though she had died three months before. It had a few quotes from Trent and the band next to the lyrics.
"I started singing because of Melanie. She believed in me, so there's no reason to quit just because I can't have her with me." Was printed in white at the top of the small, glossy black page.
Sighing, Lauren wondered what Melanie was like. What she looked like, how she acted, how she made Trent feel. Shaking her head, Lauren knew it was dangerous to have thoughts like these. To make someone up in your head and try and live up to the image, and then later realize that the person you made up never existed.
Lauren pulled the white afghan she had thrown over the footboard and wrapped it around her shoulders, looking at the picture of Trent. She would see him again Wednesday, and talk to him, the way Mandy and Zeek seem to want her to. The way she wanted to.
Mandy had lended Lauren Trent's demo CD, and it was playing on repeat in the CD player on her desk.
Lauren had put one song in particular on repeat. In the booklet it was written by Trent and Zeek, and the sound was very different and upbeat, considering some of the other music. She'd heard them play this song a few times on stage. The lyrics made her wonder what they were about exactly.
I am a little bit of loneliness a little bit of disregard
Handful of complaints but I can't help the fact that everybody can see
these scars
I am what I want you to want what I want you to feel
But it's like no matter what I do, I can't convince you, to just believe
this is real
So I let go, watching you, turn your back like you always do
Face away and pretend that I'm not
But I'll be here 'cause you're all that I got
(I can't feel the way I did before)
(Don't turn your back on me)
(I won't be ignored)
(Time won't heal this damage anymore)
(Don't turn your back on me)
(I won't be ignored)
The song was called Faint (A/N: I'm using a bunch of Linkin Park's lyrics and songs off of Meteora. They are SOOO awesome *grinning*) and Zeek was rapping, Trent screaming. It was a great song.
Rolling over on her stomach, Lauren ran her bare feet over each other, and wondered what it would be like to lay beside somebody every day. Rolling her eyes, she reached out and grabbed the remote off the nighttable and turned it to the next song.
Listening, she liked the song a lot. The lyrics were deep, and Trent's voice sounded gravely, angry.
Feeling so faithless lost under the surface
Don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
Every step I take is another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
I've become so tired so much more aware
I've becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
Lauren looked down at the booklet. It seemed more like a regular CD you'd buy at the record store than a demo. But the real demo's they sent out were probably different than this copy. This one seemed specially made. On every other page was a picture of each member of the band, along with lyrics. On the page of the lyrics of the song she was listening to was the picture of Zeek, looking serious with his boyishly cute face and dark green and black hair. The song was called Numb.
Turning to the front, which she hadn't looked at yet, she read over the lyrics to Faint and then turned the page. A younger looking Trent was staring out at her from the picture. He looked detached, unemotional, with his lips in a sexy, boyish pout, his eyes hooded, darker it seemed, with the skin and eyelids brown and thin, black eyeliner under his eyes. His shiny black hair was messy as ever, and he had his silver spacers in his earlobes (A/N: Those are the kind of piercings Brandon Boyd of Incubus have, just in case you don't know. You can look at pics of him and see what I mean) and hoops up the part of the ear she could see since his head was tilted and resting on his large hands. He was wearing his engagement ring in this picture, she realized.
Looking at the top of the next page, she saw the CD was dedicated to Melanie. He was still wearing his ring even though she had died three months before. It had a few quotes from Trent and the band next to the lyrics.
"I started singing because of Melanie. She believed in me, so there's no reason to quit just because I can't have her with me." Was printed in white at the top of the small, glossy black page.
Sighing, Lauren wondered what Melanie was like. What she looked like, how she acted, how she made Trent feel. Shaking her head, Lauren knew it was dangerous to have thoughts like these. To make someone up in your head and try and live up to the image, and then later realize that the person you made up never existed.
Lauren pulled the white afghan she had thrown over the footboard and wrapped it around her shoulders, looking at the picture of Trent. She would see him again Wednesday, and talk to him, the way Mandy and Zeek seem to want her to. The way she wanted to.
