Well I have to skip ahead. This is moving slowly, I know, but that is my
intent. I want to set the record for stupidly large numbers of chapters.
This'll probably have around 1000000000000000000000000000000000 because I
think I could make this go on forever.
Now, onto this chapter.
"Oh the night, That sweet rapturous night, For the first time I felt normal. Like the world ain't on my shoulders, You've just made me feel human again."
Dawn sang along with the car's stereo as she listened to the newest Aurora CD for the seventieth time that day. She'd been the first teenager in Sunnydale to own it due to her rabid compulsion to buy things online. It wasn't to be publicly released until the concert started in 2 hours.
"And I'm not gonna lie, this truth's too hard to fight, It's like complicated but not so hard to understand."
Willow sat back into the passenger seat of the car, sighing deeply. Anticipation and a strange feeling of foreboding encompassing her. Anya and Xander were on either side of Dawn in the back, sitting upright, trying to restrain themselves from throttling Dawn. Buffy gripping the wheel tightly, her knuckles going white, traffic streaming past them as they sat at the round-about. The repetitive nature of the CD in the player was about to send her over the edge. Slayer nerves and all.
"You and me, I'll just put it down as 'we', Something of a paradox in life and tragedy. Love, lo and behold, then the breaking of this freedom."
Suddenly Willow paid attention to the track. The lyrics scorching her like nothing had done for weeks. Since the visions. Stupid visions. That name, 'Kennedy', had echoed through her mind for days on end before she forced herself to put it down to the girl who sang lead in Aurora. It HAD to be that. What else could it be?
"Freedom. Supposed to be a metaphor for nothing left to lose, Or even another way of saying 'I live the way I choose'. But I chose you, and you kept me warm at night, That night, oh that night."
What exactly was the song supposed to be referring to? It seemed like someone had written a song from HER soul. Willow mentally dog-eared the track number. '3. Well that's ironic. Big with the irony lately aren't we Willow?'
"You and me, I'll just put it down as 'we', Something of a paradox in life and tragedy. Love, lo and behold, then the hurting in this fades."
'Who writes a song with the word 'paradox' in it anyway? Well obviously THIS band does.' As the bronze approached them through the windscreen, Willow was thrown back into her seat in shock. She couldn't believe that there were this many people IN Sunnydale, let alone enough to get dressed up like complete teeny- boppers and stand outside the club waiting for entry to see a band. She breathed a sigh of relief when she glanced down at her ticket and saw that they had primo entrance privileges. Wonderful what large amounts of money can do. No lines! Wooo!
"Like scars, like memories, like foolish games, Shakespeare said 'What's in a name?' Why does my heart skip, every time that I hear yours? I guess it's all the same."
'Not really.'
"C'mon Willow! This is gonna be sooooooo cool!" Dawn all but pushed Xander out of his car door then flew towards the entrance to the Bronze.
Willow looked over at Buffy. She was daunting by the expanse of people, almost as much as Willow.
"Lots of people equals attractive buffet lunch to vamps. But since the sun will still be out until the doors close, I'm sure they all be somewhat safe. And if not I'll be there, same with Xander, Anya and you. Total ass kicking avengers. Well own. It'll be cool? Right? Right. Yeah." Buffy was panicking. NOT a good sign.
"Just a rock concert. It'll be cool." Willow forced a smile.
She wasn't so sure.
"You and me, I keep putting it down as 'we', Something of a paradox in life and tragedy. Love, lo and behold. Then how you were. so cruelling. taken from me."
"Argh!" Willow spat and palmed the CD player. Harder than she expected she would. Stupid song.
The track stopped and the CD ejected.
"Well let's do this." Anya piped up cheerfully from the backseat at jumped out of the car.
"Yeah." Buffy agreed and then sighed. "This is going to be fun. No weird stuff tonight? Please?" She begged no-one.
Willow and Buffy shut their doors simultaneously and gave each other a furtive glance before making their way to Dawn, who was impatiently standing by the VIP entrance.
Now, onto this chapter.
"Oh the night, That sweet rapturous night, For the first time I felt normal. Like the world ain't on my shoulders, You've just made me feel human again."
Dawn sang along with the car's stereo as she listened to the newest Aurora CD for the seventieth time that day. She'd been the first teenager in Sunnydale to own it due to her rabid compulsion to buy things online. It wasn't to be publicly released until the concert started in 2 hours.
"And I'm not gonna lie, this truth's too hard to fight, It's like complicated but not so hard to understand."
Willow sat back into the passenger seat of the car, sighing deeply. Anticipation and a strange feeling of foreboding encompassing her. Anya and Xander were on either side of Dawn in the back, sitting upright, trying to restrain themselves from throttling Dawn. Buffy gripping the wheel tightly, her knuckles going white, traffic streaming past them as they sat at the round-about. The repetitive nature of the CD in the player was about to send her over the edge. Slayer nerves and all.
"You and me, I'll just put it down as 'we', Something of a paradox in life and tragedy. Love, lo and behold, then the breaking of this freedom."
Suddenly Willow paid attention to the track. The lyrics scorching her like nothing had done for weeks. Since the visions. Stupid visions. That name, 'Kennedy', had echoed through her mind for days on end before she forced herself to put it down to the girl who sang lead in Aurora. It HAD to be that. What else could it be?
"Freedom. Supposed to be a metaphor for nothing left to lose, Or even another way of saying 'I live the way I choose'. But I chose you, and you kept me warm at night, That night, oh that night."
What exactly was the song supposed to be referring to? It seemed like someone had written a song from HER soul. Willow mentally dog-eared the track number. '3. Well that's ironic. Big with the irony lately aren't we Willow?'
"You and me, I'll just put it down as 'we', Something of a paradox in life and tragedy. Love, lo and behold, then the hurting in this fades."
'Who writes a song with the word 'paradox' in it anyway? Well obviously THIS band does.' As the bronze approached them through the windscreen, Willow was thrown back into her seat in shock. She couldn't believe that there were this many people IN Sunnydale, let alone enough to get dressed up like complete teeny- boppers and stand outside the club waiting for entry to see a band. She breathed a sigh of relief when she glanced down at her ticket and saw that they had primo entrance privileges. Wonderful what large amounts of money can do. No lines! Wooo!
"Like scars, like memories, like foolish games, Shakespeare said 'What's in a name?' Why does my heart skip, every time that I hear yours? I guess it's all the same."
'Not really.'
"C'mon Willow! This is gonna be sooooooo cool!" Dawn all but pushed Xander out of his car door then flew towards the entrance to the Bronze.
Willow looked over at Buffy. She was daunting by the expanse of people, almost as much as Willow.
"Lots of people equals attractive buffet lunch to vamps. But since the sun will still be out until the doors close, I'm sure they all be somewhat safe. And if not I'll be there, same with Xander, Anya and you. Total ass kicking avengers. Well own. It'll be cool? Right? Right. Yeah." Buffy was panicking. NOT a good sign.
"Just a rock concert. It'll be cool." Willow forced a smile.
She wasn't so sure.
"You and me, I keep putting it down as 'we', Something of a paradox in life and tragedy. Love, lo and behold. Then how you were. so cruelling. taken from me."
"Argh!" Willow spat and palmed the CD player. Harder than she expected she would. Stupid song.
The track stopped and the CD ejected.
"Well let's do this." Anya piped up cheerfully from the backseat at jumped out of the car.
"Yeah." Buffy agreed and then sighed. "This is going to be fun. No weird stuff tonight? Please?" She begged no-one.
Willow and Buffy shut their doors simultaneously and gave each other a furtive glance before making their way to Dawn, who was impatiently standing by the VIP entrance.