Disclaimer: Final Fantasy does not belong to me, but Mike, Shelia and
Marcus are MINE!!! Runaway belongs to my band, so it's mine, too!
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Quistis blinked at him. Then she turned a scarlett red. "She did WHAT?"
"Booked you," he replied calmly. "You know, for a performance at her Garden Festival."
Quistis couldn't believe it. She loved to perform and all, but what the hell would she do at the Balamb Garden Festival?!
Seifer Almasy's face passed through her mind's eye. Him and his posse laughing at her songs and her dancing. Ugh. She was barely used to faceless fans watching her, let alone Mr. Asshole.
Before, she had never thought she would dance on stage in front of anyone, but she didn't have much choice. Sing and fight. That was pretty much it for her career choices.
Quistis thought for a minute. Then she spoke. "What the hell are you doing booking me in a place like that?"
Shelia yanked on a lock of Quistis' hair.
Mike frowned at her. "Well, I thought you might like to have a chance to prove yourself to your friends," he replied sweetly.
"Oh, come off it," Quistis sighed. "You're just after the gil."
Mike laughed. "Of course I am. The commander of the garden is willing to pay a high price to see his former instructer dance in front of a crowd!"
Quistis blanched. "He said what?"
Mike looked at her. "What? Oh, no, I don't think he meant it like it sounded!" He knew how Quistis felt about Commander Squall Leonhart. In fact, he knew a lot about her. They had become good friends since she'd started working for him.
"I just think everyone there would be interested! I mean, you've told me about how quiet and shy you were there. In fact, I'd kind of like to see their reactions, myself!"
Quistis had to smile at that. She was very reserved when she was working for the garden. But since she'd come out of her shell a little more, she had slowly began to enjoy acting like a teenager for once.
I wonder how my students would act, she mused to herself. Then she chuckled quietly. I wonder how the old Trepies would act!
The more she thought about it, the more she liked the idea. I mean, sure, her album had been a little more sensual; she actually bared a little skin in the booklet (Mike had insisted; if she wanted to sell her music, she needed to show a little more). Plus, she had a few racy lyrics and her new trademark half-smile on the cover. She had changed a lot, and she was scared to let anyone who knew the old her see the new her.
But, she decided, it was time to let her talent shine through.
"I'll do it," she told Mike, and he nodded.
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"I'm a runaway, I can no longer stay, I'm a troubled girl, na- na, na-na, na-na.
You're my true love, my angel from above, aw baby, my eternal love, na-na, na-na, na-na!"
The fans in Dollet screamed as Quistis moved and sang her much- hyped song from her debut album, Quistis Trepe; Curse My Unruly Tongue. Runaway was a huge hit, and her chorographer was amazing! Wade Robson, who worked with artists Britney Spears and *NSYNC was the best chorographer Mike had ever introduced her to.
"I drove away in your car; I like ya stereo.
It's just the way that you are, that made me wanna go
Seemed like I had no choice.
I'm gettin' sick of boys.
I'm gonna run away."
The final electric guitar note slammed through the arena, and the audience all waved their arms and yelled her name. Quistis gave everyone a big smile, and walked toward the curtains.
"Thank you guys, so much! Thanks for bein' here! You all are the best!"
Still the fans grew louder. She walked offstage in her hip hugger jeans and tight black tank, waving at everyone. Her hair was up in a high ponytail and flowing down her back; it brushed the back of her hot sticky neck as she went. Her face was red and sweaty, and regardless of how cheerful she looked, she couldn't wait to get out of there.
The ride back to her hotel was wonderfully cool and relaxing. She was so hot and her feet really needed a rest. As the cool air from the limo blew back on her, she stared out the window, though not really seeing anything. Oh, man, what was she gonna do at the Garden Festival? She was now terrified; what would she sing, what would she wear? If she wore pants, what if they split onstage? If she sung certain songs about her heartaches and loves, would anyone think the lyrics were written for them?
Like Squall, for example. What if something she sang sounded like she was still crazy about him? Or Seifer: would he lay back in his seat and watch her perform with that deprecating smirk on his face?
Oh, Hyne. She was getting paranoid.
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Hey, everybody! Thanks for reading this! This is my first fanfic and I'm still really nervous about it being read online. So I'm wearin' my heart on my sleeve! Please review me! Flames are ok, but be gentle! :)
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Quistis blinked at him. Then she turned a scarlett red. "She did WHAT?"
"Booked you," he replied calmly. "You know, for a performance at her Garden Festival."
Quistis couldn't believe it. She loved to perform and all, but what the hell would she do at the Balamb Garden Festival?!
Seifer Almasy's face passed through her mind's eye. Him and his posse laughing at her songs and her dancing. Ugh. She was barely used to faceless fans watching her, let alone Mr. Asshole.
Before, she had never thought she would dance on stage in front of anyone, but she didn't have much choice. Sing and fight. That was pretty much it for her career choices.
Quistis thought for a minute. Then she spoke. "What the hell are you doing booking me in a place like that?"
Shelia yanked on a lock of Quistis' hair.
Mike frowned at her. "Well, I thought you might like to have a chance to prove yourself to your friends," he replied sweetly.
"Oh, come off it," Quistis sighed. "You're just after the gil."
Mike laughed. "Of course I am. The commander of the garden is willing to pay a high price to see his former instructer dance in front of a crowd!"
Quistis blanched. "He said what?"
Mike looked at her. "What? Oh, no, I don't think he meant it like it sounded!" He knew how Quistis felt about Commander Squall Leonhart. In fact, he knew a lot about her. They had become good friends since she'd started working for him.
"I just think everyone there would be interested! I mean, you've told me about how quiet and shy you were there. In fact, I'd kind of like to see their reactions, myself!"
Quistis had to smile at that. She was very reserved when she was working for the garden. But since she'd come out of her shell a little more, she had slowly began to enjoy acting like a teenager for once.
I wonder how my students would act, she mused to herself. Then she chuckled quietly. I wonder how the old Trepies would act!
The more she thought about it, the more she liked the idea. I mean, sure, her album had been a little more sensual; she actually bared a little skin in the booklet (Mike had insisted; if she wanted to sell her music, she needed to show a little more). Plus, she had a few racy lyrics and her new trademark half-smile on the cover. She had changed a lot, and she was scared to let anyone who knew the old her see the new her.
But, she decided, it was time to let her talent shine through.
"I'll do it," she told Mike, and he nodded.
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"I'm a runaway, I can no longer stay, I'm a troubled girl, na- na, na-na, na-na.
You're my true love, my angel from above, aw baby, my eternal love, na-na, na-na, na-na!"
The fans in Dollet screamed as Quistis moved and sang her much- hyped song from her debut album, Quistis Trepe; Curse My Unruly Tongue. Runaway was a huge hit, and her chorographer was amazing! Wade Robson, who worked with artists Britney Spears and *NSYNC was the best chorographer Mike had ever introduced her to.
"I drove away in your car; I like ya stereo.
It's just the way that you are, that made me wanna go
Seemed like I had no choice.
I'm gettin' sick of boys.
I'm gonna run away."
The final electric guitar note slammed through the arena, and the audience all waved their arms and yelled her name. Quistis gave everyone a big smile, and walked toward the curtains.
"Thank you guys, so much! Thanks for bein' here! You all are the best!"
Still the fans grew louder. She walked offstage in her hip hugger jeans and tight black tank, waving at everyone. Her hair was up in a high ponytail and flowing down her back; it brushed the back of her hot sticky neck as she went. Her face was red and sweaty, and regardless of how cheerful she looked, she couldn't wait to get out of there.
The ride back to her hotel was wonderfully cool and relaxing. She was so hot and her feet really needed a rest. As the cool air from the limo blew back on her, she stared out the window, though not really seeing anything. Oh, man, what was she gonna do at the Garden Festival? She was now terrified; what would she sing, what would she wear? If she wore pants, what if they split onstage? If she sung certain songs about her heartaches and loves, would anyone think the lyrics were written for them?
Like Squall, for example. What if something she sang sounded like she was still crazy about him? Or Seifer: would he lay back in his seat and watch her perform with that deprecating smirk on his face?
Oh, Hyne. She was getting paranoid.
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Hey, everybody! Thanks for reading this! This is my first fanfic and I'm still really nervous about it being read online. So I'm wearin' my heart on my sleeve! Please review me! Flames are ok, but be gentle! :)