Author's Notes: Do you guys remember in TOW all the Thanksgivings where we learned Chandler and Ross were in a band? Ever wonder what became of that? Well, this is sort of my take on it. It's loosely based around Dan Fogelberg's song "Same Old Lang Syne" (hence the title). I love the song, but it always bums me out, so I decided to turn it into something a little less depressing, and voilà! This is what I came up with. Hope you enjoy it! :)
Disclaimer: I own nothing...you knew that. ;)
Prologue - Past is Prologue
I hadn't intended on falling in love with her. She was just my best friend's little sister, a senior in high school- two years younger than myself, and at the time I thought her immature.
But God, she was beautiful.
That's what first attracked me to her.
But the more I got to know her, the more I had to know. I began to spend more and more time with her. And the more time I spent, the more I realized that her beauty went way beyound the superficial standards. She was caring and intelligent, gregarious and up-beat...and did I mention beautiful? She loved to laugh, to dance, to sing, and to cook. She was going to be a chef.
In essence, she proved herself to be more than I had given her credit for. And in this particular instance, I didn't mind being wrong.
I'd already fallen in love with her.
We began to date in late November of that year. We spent Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Years together, Valentine's Day, and every weekend after that. I took her to her Senior Prom and was there for her graduation. It was the best relationship I'd ever been in.
But it was only a matter of time before it ended.
Her dreams led her one way, and mine led me another.
We both knew it was coming, and ultimately, decided not to fight the inevitable. We tried to end our relationship on a happy note, but I didn't think I could ever be happy without her.
During this time, the band that Ross and I belonged to began to drift apart, until it was just the two of us left. Deep down I knew that music was never Ross's passion, so when he decided to leave, I wasn't surprised.
But I was dissapointed, none the less.
From then on I was on my own: a singer without a band ...and no Monica by my side. I'd never felt so alone.
But I refused to dwell on it. I wanted so badly to make it, to finally show the world what I could do. I became sort-of a workaholic. I produced and sent out demotapes to every known record company to man. I'd never faced so much rejection. Just when I was about to give up, I got my big break.
And I never looked back.
So, what do you think so far? Good? Bad? Whatever's fine, I don't care. Just leave a review!
Disclaimer: I own nothing...you knew that. ;)
Prologue - Past is Prologue
I hadn't intended on falling in love with her. She was just my best friend's little sister, a senior in high school- two years younger than myself, and at the time I thought her immature.
But God, she was beautiful.
That's what first attracked me to her.
But the more I got to know her, the more I had to know. I began to spend more and more time with her. And the more time I spent, the more I realized that her beauty went way beyound the superficial standards. She was caring and intelligent, gregarious and up-beat...and did I mention beautiful? She loved to laugh, to dance, to sing, and to cook. She was going to be a chef.
In essence, she proved herself to be more than I had given her credit for. And in this particular instance, I didn't mind being wrong.
I'd already fallen in love with her.
We began to date in late November of that year. We spent Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Years together, Valentine's Day, and every weekend after that. I took her to her Senior Prom and was there for her graduation. It was the best relationship I'd ever been in.
But it was only a matter of time before it ended.
Her dreams led her one way, and mine led me another.
We both knew it was coming, and ultimately, decided not to fight the inevitable. We tried to end our relationship on a happy note, but I didn't think I could ever be happy without her.
During this time, the band that Ross and I belonged to began to drift apart, until it was just the two of us left. Deep down I knew that music was never Ross's passion, so when he decided to leave, I wasn't surprised.
But I was dissapointed, none the less.
From then on I was on my own: a singer without a band ...and no Monica by my side. I'd never felt so alone.
But I refused to dwell on it. I wanted so badly to make it, to finally show the world what I could do. I became sort-of a workaholic. I produced and sent out demotapes to every known record company to man. I'd never faced so much rejection. Just when I was about to give up, I got my big break.
And I never looked back.
So, what do you think so far? Good? Bad? Whatever's fine, I don't care. Just leave a review!