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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She stepped off the bus and stretched her arms over her head. She was back. Home. Yet, it didn't quite have the same small town charm as it use to. The crew had congregated near the front of the bus and was saying goodbye to each other. She would miss them all terribly; they were the only family she had besides her mom and brother. Maybe that would change one day. Tours weren't the same as when her mother was the talent and she was merely along for the ride. That was her true family but she had left them when she left her old life. She could never go back to that and it saddened her horribly.
Music had always been in her blood, though. She couldn't escape that. Of course, she had given in long ago that she didn't have the best singing voice but she found that her skills on an electric violin made people's jaws drop. It must have been the strong Irish blood in her veins that caused the love for music to be there. Maybe it was just some crazy muse trying to get back at her for something. Who knew?
She wasn't happy to be back, but she wasn't sad either. It just felt right to come back at that time. Her mother had come out with a new record that had gone platinum over the weekend and she claimed it was due to her daughter's new career. Fi always laughed and told her mom it was an undeserved complement but she would take it and hold it in her heart. Her family still loved her. She knew that, but love was sparse in her life. She couldn't wait to have them take her in their arms again and feel secure. It wouldn't be like her old life; it would be better.
***He looked out the diner window at the large tour bus that pulled up and almost couldn't believe it. The figure that stepped off the bus was the same one he'd been seeing in his dreams doing the same thing since she left. It had ripped his heart out when she had decided to go live with her aunt and then found out her over-the-top ability with a four-stringed instrument. It was like an extension of her beautiful soul that she was letting everyone see. At first, no one from her past life knew it was her. She had dyed her hair dark red and added golden hi-lights. In the beginning, she went by Parser, a nickname he had given her early in life for her innate computer skills and how she was always able to take what the computer gave them and change it to something he could understand. But he knew it was her from the beginning. He just sensed it. He sensed her the way he could when they were younger. Things were simple when they were younger. He enjoyed being with her then. He just didn't understand what his heart had been screaming to him all along. Things were definitely not simple now.
Sucking an ice cube into his mouth, he dropped money on the diner table and headed out into the bright sunlight. The years hadn't seemed to affect her at all but he knew her. He saw a weight that was sitting on her shoulders, giving her a slight pull in her usually perky gait. Tucking his hands into the pockets of his jean jacket, he took a deep breath and walked over to her. She was saying goodbye to her crew when she came into earshot. Her once animated speech had slowed, making her seem older than her twenty-two years. He was hoping to fix that in her. He watched as she turned her back completely to him and climbed back onto the tour bus. He didn't like her turning her back to him: he didn't want it to happen again.
Chomping down on the ice cube, he mustered up his courage and climbed the three steps into the cab of the bus. Memories of his past life flooded his mind as he walked through the small commons area. He could vividly see Fi sitting at the table, reading a book, and shooting him sly smiles every once and awhile. She had kissed his cheek goodbye on the sofa of the old bus when she told him she wouldn't be continuing her "tour" with the family. It had hurt.
Things had changed since then. He'd gone back to school. Had gotten a degree in music management, though he knew more about than his professors and business to the surprise of his parents. He worked when he had to, wrote songs every now and then, and always thought of her.
He stopped outside the slightly opened door to the last bedroom and found her folding clothes into a duffle bag. "Hey, Fi," he murmured. She spun around, sending ruby-red and golden hair twirling about her face. She smiled and flung herself at him. It threw him off guard but he quickly wrapped his arms around her middle and laughed a bit. It felt right to have her in his arms and he knew it might be the last time so he savored every second of it. She whispered his name and he let it roll around the depths of his mind, enjoying hearing her say it again.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She stepped off the bus and stretched her arms over her head. She was back. Home. Yet, it didn't quite have the same small town charm as it use to. The crew had congregated near the front of the bus and was saying goodbye to each other. She would miss them all terribly; they were the only family she had besides her mom and brother. Maybe that would change one day. Tours weren't the same as when her mother was the talent and she was merely along for the ride. That was her true family but she had left them when she left her old life. She could never go back to that and it saddened her horribly.
Music had always been in her blood, though. She couldn't escape that. Of course, she had given in long ago that she didn't have the best singing voice but she found that her skills on an electric violin made people's jaws drop. It must have been the strong Irish blood in her veins that caused the love for music to be there. Maybe it was just some crazy muse trying to get back at her for something. Who knew?
She wasn't happy to be back, but she wasn't sad either. It just felt right to come back at that time. Her mother had come out with a new record that had gone platinum over the weekend and she claimed it was due to her daughter's new career. Fi always laughed and told her mom it was an undeserved complement but she would take it and hold it in her heart. Her family still loved her. She knew that, but love was sparse in her life. She couldn't wait to have them take her in their arms again and feel secure. It wouldn't be like her old life; it would be better.
***He looked out the diner window at the large tour bus that pulled up and almost couldn't believe it. The figure that stepped off the bus was the same one he'd been seeing in his dreams doing the same thing since she left. It had ripped his heart out when she had decided to go live with her aunt and then found out her over-the-top ability with a four-stringed instrument. It was like an extension of her beautiful soul that she was letting everyone see. At first, no one from her past life knew it was her. She had dyed her hair dark red and added golden hi-lights. In the beginning, she went by Parser, a nickname he had given her early in life for her innate computer skills and how she was always able to take what the computer gave them and change it to something he could understand. But he knew it was her from the beginning. He just sensed it. He sensed her the way he could when they were younger. Things were simple when they were younger. He enjoyed being with her then. He just didn't understand what his heart had been screaming to him all along. Things were definitely not simple now.
Sucking an ice cube into his mouth, he dropped money on the diner table and headed out into the bright sunlight. The years hadn't seemed to affect her at all but he knew her. He saw a weight that was sitting on her shoulders, giving her a slight pull in her usually perky gait. Tucking his hands into the pockets of his jean jacket, he took a deep breath and walked over to her. She was saying goodbye to her crew when she came into earshot. Her once animated speech had slowed, making her seem older than her twenty-two years. He was hoping to fix that in her. He watched as she turned her back completely to him and climbed back onto the tour bus. He didn't like her turning her back to him: he didn't want it to happen again.
Chomping down on the ice cube, he mustered up his courage and climbed the three steps into the cab of the bus. Memories of his past life flooded his mind as he walked through the small commons area. He could vividly see Fi sitting at the table, reading a book, and shooting him sly smiles every once and awhile. She had kissed his cheek goodbye on the sofa of the old bus when she told him she wouldn't be continuing her "tour" with the family. It had hurt.
Things had changed since then. He'd gone back to school. Had gotten a degree in music management, though he knew more about than his professors and business to the surprise of his parents. He worked when he had to, wrote songs every now and then, and always thought of her.
He stopped outside the slightly opened door to the last bedroom and found her folding clothes into a duffle bag. "Hey, Fi," he murmured. She spun around, sending ruby-red and golden hair twirling about her face. She smiled and flung herself at him. It threw him off guard but he quickly wrapped his arms around her middle and laughed a bit. It felt right to have her in his arms and he knew it might be the last time so he savored every second of it. She whispered his name and he let it roll around the depths of his mind, enjoying hearing her say it again.