Emotions
Disclaimer: If I owned it, do you honestly think I'd be here? NO!
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Chapter 5
~Crecy's POV~
I turned away from the house, the house that was home to so many do my memories. I walked down the street and came into the city. Satan city wasn't too busy at this time of night. I shivered as I walked down the street. I reached into my pocket to see if I had any money. 'A piece of lint, a penny, two dines, and old stick of gun, an old candy wrapper, I have nothing! Unless 11 cents can sustain me until I can get a job." I thought bitterly. I continued down an alley way, until the door to the side of the building opened and a guy was roughly thrown out.
"And don't come back! You can't sing, you won't get the food or apartment!" The bigger guy yelled. "Now get out of here!" The other guy scrambled to his feet and took off. Then he turned to me. "Can you sing?"
I looked at him suspiciously. "Actually I can, Why do you want to know?"
"If you can settle the crowd down in there and bring me customers, then I make sure you get free food, a free place to stay and a paycheck." My eyes widen.
'what are the odds?' I thought surprised. "Yeah, I can agree with that. What do I sing?" I followed him.
"What's your name?"
"Crecy."
"No, you're gonna have to get a better name then that! Get sumthin' like Pink or No doubt." He grunted.
"Call my Pyro, then"
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è 5 years laterç
The last note played of the song as the crowd went wild. I'm a one person band, well, I'm actually a singer. I could only play the guitar, but as long as I had my tapes and sheets, the bands could play what I sang at the gigs I went to. I was getting kind of popular, I didn't go to the big gigs because I couldn't stand to face my friends and family again. I haven't forgiven them for what they did to me. But I never knew what happened after the abandoned me. I almost didn't want to know.
The first club I worked at quickly became popular as word spread. It was then I found out I was pregnant. I wouldn't be able to support us both, but a tragedy only 5 months into it destroyed my last connection from my past. I was devastated and depressed for weeks, not to mention I was in the hospital. The one who had killed it was none other then the guy who was with Raven. I learned his name was Dameon. I hated him worse then my friends and family, it was because of them I lost my life, and the life that was growing inside of me. I knew that he has been watching me lately, ever since then. I was in the hospital weeks afterward, but I didn't care. I had to start taking depression pills because it got so bad. Unlike most Earth medicine, this stuff worked.
I moved from club to club for awhile, working at each. Then I would move on. I had recently gotten an agent do to my growing fame. I just wanted money, I never wanted this. I gave a fake smile to the audience and walked off stage.
"Your next show is in Satan city. Just one song with all the other bands that might break through. All the big time guys will be though" Karen grinned excitedly.
"What! You know I don't do that type of stuff!" I turned to her.
"Oh, plez! You could really make it! I don't know why you insist on missing it!"
I sighed, "You're not leaving me alone until you make me go, are you?"
"I won't stop bugging you until you agree!" She squealed.
"FINE! I'll go. Are you sure its only one song?"
"Well…" She trailed off, looking away.
"WHAT! Don't tell me it's a WHOLE CONCERT!" I yelled.
"No! Its not. But If you win you have to do an encore performance."
I sighed, relieved. "And thank Kami I won't win."
"You still have to have yours ready. Its an requirement."
"That, I can do. So when is it?"
Karen looked down at her clip bored and flipped through some of the pages. "Friday, the show starts at 7:00 pm and will go until 11:00 pm."
I nodded, "I better get my songs ready."
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è That Fridayç
I paced back and forth, nervous as could be. "Karen, I don't know how you got me here! I'm gonna kill you after this!"
"Oh no you won't! You'll be thanking me after this." She grinned.
I stopped pacing when I got right in front of her. "This is Satan city! Do you know what this means!?"
"Um… no I don't?" She looked at me confused.
I stopped when I realized what I was about to tell her. "Never mind… I feel sick… " I looked at her to find the room spinning. I ran into the bathroom and was reacquainted with lunch and breakfast.
I pulled back to see Karen there, she rubbed my back soothingly and I smiled weakly.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have made you come. We can call it off if you want." She sighed.
I shook my head. "Let me have a few minutes alone and I'll come back out. I'm just nervous, that's all. I said I would do it and I'll do it." She nodded reluctantly and left the room.
I got up and locked the door, then washed my mouth out with water. I quickly fixed the light makeup that was being forced to wear, and walked out of the bathroom. Then Karen and some other girl walked up to me. She was of the people who worked backstage that I've seen getting the other contestants ready.
"You're next after this song. Be ready." She said the took my arm and pulled me to the trap door I was using to make my entrance.
Karen followed me because I asked her to stay with me before I go on stage or I would bolt, even if It wasn't true. I would have stay anyways, but it was good to have some more support when I go on.
"Geeze, I think she tried to break my arm. She was pulling hard enough." I said, even though It didn't hurt.
"Don't let her preoccupy your thoughts. Calm down and get ready for you song. Oh Kami, I feel like I'm the one going up there!" She exclaimed.
"No, you get the easy job!" I teased while acting upset.
"Oh your fine. But your up! Break a leg!"
"WHAT! Why would I want to do that?!"
"Its an expression!"
"… I knew that."
"Riiight…"
Next thing I know the plat form is going up and its time. Time for me to sing my heart out. 'Augh… I think I'm going to pass out.' I thought. I pushed all thoughts form my head and prepared myself, my guitar hung on my shoulder as I put a blank expression on my face.
The plat form stopped its rise when it reached the stage. The lights dimmed as the smoke that surrounded my body began to clear.
"EVERYONE! LET ME INTRODUCE PYRO!!!!"
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Heh, did you actually thin I would let you see the concert too? BWAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!! Cliffhanger! Or, and in case you wondering, Pyro is short for… the longer version of the word… AH! I can't remember! NOOOO!!! I'm am SO over dramatic here. Must be the pop sickle and cookie dough…Ohz wellz. Anywayz, Pyro means fire starter. Its my nickname, not because I actually start fires, but I think fire is pretty. But only when Its in a fire place or something. I don't think its kewl to have a whole forest burn down or anything and I am VERY aware of how dangerous it can be. SO… yeah. Plus my hair is red, Which it really is, so I think its kewl…Never mind, I'm rambling… So…
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