TITLE: 99 Red Balloons
AUTHOR: Cyn(di)
EMAIL: custardpringle@yahoo.com
RATING: PG-13 for language, brief gore, severe emotional suffering
CATEGORY: drama, angst
SUMMARY: Goofing off leads to disaster. Character death. (Based on the
song.)
SPOILERS: none
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Wow, this is depressing. Never thought I had this much
morbidity in me. I think I've just ruined my favorite song.
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There are many, many versions of this song. The lyrics I'm using are the Goldfinger version, minus the verse in German. Here they are, for future reference.
You and I in a little toy shop/
Buy a bag of balloons with the money we've got/ Set them free at the break of dawn/ Till one by one they were gone/ Back at base, bugs in the software/ Flash the message, "Something's out there"/ Floating in the summer sky/ 99 red balloons go by/
99 red balloons/ Floating in the summer sky/ Panic bells, it's red alert/ There's something here from somewhere else/ The war machine springs to life/ Opens up one eager eye/ Focuses it on the sky/ Where 99 red balloons go by/
99 Decision Street/ 99 ministers meet/ to hurry, worry, super scurry,/ call the troops out in a hurry/ This is what we've waited for/ This is it, boys, this is war/ The President is on the line/ As 99 red balloons go by/
99 dreams I have had/ In every one a red balloon/ It's all over and I'm standing pretty/ In this dust that was a city/ If I could find a souvenir/ Just to prove the world was here/ And here is a red balloon/ I think of you and let it go
Every fourth line in this slightly abridged version is a chapter heading, so chapter headings go with the part of the song to which a chapter roughly corresponds rather than directly matching the plot.
Have fun, or as much as you can with this sort of story.
By the way: I don't own these people. Wish I did, but I don't. Nor do I own "99 Red Balloons," or any of the myriad people who have sung it.
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There are many, many versions of this song. The lyrics I'm using are the Goldfinger version, minus the verse in German. Here they are, for future reference.
You and I in a little toy shop/
Buy a bag of balloons with the money we've got/ Set them free at the break of dawn/ Till one by one they were gone/ Back at base, bugs in the software/ Flash the message, "Something's out there"/ Floating in the summer sky/ 99 red balloons go by/
99 red balloons/ Floating in the summer sky/ Panic bells, it's red alert/ There's something here from somewhere else/ The war machine springs to life/ Opens up one eager eye/ Focuses it on the sky/ Where 99 red balloons go by/
99 Decision Street/ 99 ministers meet/ to hurry, worry, super scurry,/ call the troops out in a hurry/ This is what we've waited for/ This is it, boys, this is war/ The President is on the line/ As 99 red balloons go by/
99 dreams I have had/ In every one a red balloon/ It's all over and I'm standing pretty/ In this dust that was a city/ If I could find a souvenir/ Just to prove the world was here/ And here is a red balloon/ I think of you and let it go
Every fourth line in this slightly abridged version is a chapter heading, so chapter headings go with the part of the song to which a chapter roughly corresponds rather than directly matching the plot.
Have fun, or as much as you can with this sort of story.
By the way: I don't own these people. Wish I did, but I don't. Nor do I own "99 Red Balloons," or any of the myriad people who have sung it.