Everywhere chapter 8
(Who reads these parts anyway?) Okay.. this idea just went ZING! Right now. Nobody reviewed or even e-mailed me but my writer's block is gone. The problem is, if I add on to this part of the story, it would almost be over. And again, I do not own the songs. The song here is by Avril Lavigne but it wasn't put on her album, though. But anyway, here:
Well, its almost show time. Your first gig in Paris. While applying on your blush, Mrs. Laveche (yah, yah I know you're wondering why she's here. But being Gordo's only relative in Paris she's here to support him.) helped you tie the chain around your abs. You looked pretty good. You wore a black tank top with "bohemian" printed on it and ripped denim jeans. You decided to tie a chain sort of as a belt around your abs and Mrs. Laveche was helping.
"Make it good tonight." She tells you. "Yup," you reply. "Our band will rock, it'll sky-rocket high and I'll finally get out of here. I'll finally fly away, Marie." "Marie?" she asks. Whoa, how did that come up. Those words just slipped. "Sorry." You apologize.
Okay, this was new.saying things that people said in the past. You already consulted Fernando. He told you that it was fascinating in a way because you have this "relationship" with a ghost. He told you that you should take advantage of it. Take advantage of the past communicating with you.
He wasn't even concerned; all he was yapping about was this great super- natural thing happening. You tried asking him why he thinks its happening and he told you that you're probably not the first one who was haunted by it all. When you were done dressing up, you enter stage right where Gordo is.
At least he didn't think you were going nuts. Marius did, well you weren't so sure. Maybe he was just doing that to be mean. "You know, for some strange reason, I believe you." You remember Gordo saying.
Then, your band is announced and it surprises you that the theatre is packed. Your hands feel chilly for a moment. Your band gets settled with their instruments and you hold the mike. Before you start to sing, you tell the audience that this song was dedicated to Jack. Gordo strums the guitar and suddenly, you're on fire. You sing it out:
"Everytime you go away
It actually kinda makes my day
Everytime you leave
You slam the door
You pick your words so carefully
You hate to think you're hurting me
You leave me laughing on
The floor
Cause I don't give it up, I don't give a damn
What you say about that
You know I don't give it up, I don't give a damn
What you say about that
You know I'm not gonna cry, about some stupid guy
A guy who thinks he's all that
I thought we were just hanging out
So why'd you kiss me on the mouth
You thought the way you taste
Would get me high
You went to all your friends to brag
Guys are always such a drag
Don't you know the reason that I kissed you was to
Say goodbye
Cause I don't give it up
I don't give a damn what you say about that
You know I don't give it up
I don't give a damn what you say about that
You know I'm not gonna cry about some stupid guy
A guy who thinks he's all that
Hanging hanging out, I am simply
Hanging hanging out, I am simply
Hanging so why'd you kiss me on the mouth?
Don't you know that I...
I don't give a damn about you
I won't give it up not for you
I don't give a damn about you
I won't give it up not for you
I'm not gonna cry about some stupid guy
A guy who thinks he's all that
I don't give it up
I don't give a damn what you say about that
You know I don't give it up
I don't give a damn what you say about that
I don't give it up
I don't give a damn what you say about that
You know I don't give it up
I don't give a damn what you say about that"
After that first song, the crowd went wild. And they did too after all the other songs. When it was time for a break, you and your band all tell each other how great it was. Then you go to your dressing room to touch-up.
You had so much fun that you almost forgot about Christian. Then his haunting aura fills the room. Not now, you mutter to yourself. But another part of you didn't care. Another part of you missed him. You feel an invisible hand stroke your hair. The hand soon becomes visible.
"You were beautiful." Christian says. You thank him. You didn't know what to say anymore to your ghost. "You.you haven't been visiting me lately." You tell him, "I mean in my sleep. Or like this." You quickly add.
He moves his hand down to yours and your whole body shivers with pleasure. A simple hold on the hand made you shiver? What is with you? Then. You don't know if it was because of where you where, how high the performance made you, because he was there, because you missed him or simply because you couldn't help it. "I love you." You tell him.
Christian kisses you. Right there. It was the best kiss you've ever had. It was as if you were somewhere else, in another time. You wanted to vanish in his kiss.
(Who reads these parts anyway?) Okay.. this idea just went ZING! Right now. Nobody reviewed or even e-mailed me but my writer's block is gone. The problem is, if I add on to this part of the story, it would almost be over. And again, I do not own the songs. The song here is by Avril Lavigne but it wasn't put on her album, though. But anyway, here:
Well, its almost show time. Your first gig in Paris. While applying on your blush, Mrs. Laveche (yah, yah I know you're wondering why she's here. But being Gordo's only relative in Paris she's here to support him.) helped you tie the chain around your abs. You looked pretty good. You wore a black tank top with "bohemian" printed on it and ripped denim jeans. You decided to tie a chain sort of as a belt around your abs and Mrs. Laveche was helping.
"Make it good tonight." She tells you. "Yup," you reply. "Our band will rock, it'll sky-rocket high and I'll finally get out of here. I'll finally fly away, Marie." "Marie?" she asks. Whoa, how did that come up. Those words just slipped. "Sorry." You apologize.
Okay, this was new.saying things that people said in the past. You already consulted Fernando. He told you that it was fascinating in a way because you have this "relationship" with a ghost. He told you that you should take advantage of it. Take advantage of the past communicating with you.
He wasn't even concerned; all he was yapping about was this great super- natural thing happening. You tried asking him why he thinks its happening and he told you that you're probably not the first one who was haunted by it all. When you were done dressing up, you enter stage right where Gordo is.
At least he didn't think you were going nuts. Marius did, well you weren't so sure. Maybe he was just doing that to be mean. "You know, for some strange reason, I believe you." You remember Gordo saying.
Then, your band is announced and it surprises you that the theatre is packed. Your hands feel chilly for a moment. Your band gets settled with their instruments and you hold the mike. Before you start to sing, you tell the audience that this song was dedicated to Jack. Gordo strums the guitar and suddenly, you're on fire. You sing it out:
"Everytime you go away
It actually kinda makes my day
Everytime you leave
You slam the door
You pick your words so carefully
You hate to think you're hurting me
You leave me laughing on
The floor
Cause I don't give it up, I don't give a damn
What you say about that
You know I don't give it up, I don't give a damn
What you say about that
You know I'm not gonna cry, about some stupid guy
A guy who thinks he's all that
I thought we were just hanging out
So why'd you kiss me on the mouth
You thought the way you taste
Would get me high
You went to all your friends to brag
Guys are always such a drag
Don't you know the reason that I kissed you was to
Say goodbye
Cause I don't give it up
I don't give a damn what you say about that
You know I don't give it up
I don't give a damn what you say about that
You know I'm not gonna cry about some stupid guy
A guy who thinks he's all that
Hanging hanging out, I am simply
Hanging hanging out, I am simply
Hanging so why'd you kiss me on the mouth?
Don't you know that I...
I don't give a damn about you
I won't give it up not for you
I don't give a damn about you
I won't give it up not for you
I'm not gonna cry about some stupid guy
A guy who thinks he's all that
I don't give it up
I don't give a damn what you say about that
You know I don't give it up
I don't give a damn what you say about that
I don't give it up
I don't give a damn what you say about that
You know I don't give it up
I don't give a damn what you say about that"
After that first song, the crowd went wild. And they did too after all the other songs. When it was time for a break, you and your band all tell each other how great it was. Then you go to your dressing room to touch-up.
You had so much fun that you almost forgot about Christian. Then his haunting aura fills the room. Not now, you mutter to yourself. But another part of you didn't care. Another part of you missed him. You feel an invisible hand stroke your hair. The hand soon becomes visible.
"You were beautiful." Christian says. You thank him. You didn't know what to say anymore to your ghost. "You.you haven't been visiting me lately." You tell him, "I mean in my sleep. Or like this." You quickly add.
He moves his hand down to yours and your whole body shivers with pleasure. A simple hold on the hand made you shiver? What is with you? Then. You don't know if it was because of where you where, how high the performance made you, because he was there, because you missed him or simply because you couldn't help it. "I love you." You tell him.
Christian kisses you. Right there. It was the best kiss you've ever had. It was as if you were somewhere else, in another time. You wanted to vanish in his kiss.