A/N Wow my very first fanfic, this is so scary! Is anyone really reading
this?? If you are please tell me what you thought of it and whether you
want to read Arthur's response? Please??
Disclaimer: I don't own Velvet Goldmine. I wish I did' but I don't....
Letters
Taped to the door of Arthur Stuart.
Dear Arthur, I figured that writing a letter would be the best way to express what I feel without having to look in your eyes. I am not a man of words but a man of action and verses, but since writing a song would be utterly improper, I give this letter to you, to do with it as you see fit.
Last night when I saw you, memories of a time I wished to forget flooded me and brought me back to the crossroad I faced then. Choosing to stay in my life and my skin will always haunt as in doing that I lost the chance of fame and glory. But unlike some, I couldn't change; ignore who I am and who I love. So I stayed behind and must keep secrets that could ruin him. It's funny that a man who became famous as someone who said it as it is will now do everything to hide it, even come to me.
My life today is not much different than before, sex drugs and rock 'n roll. But you are so very different; a respected journalist is a big change from the scared teenager I met on the rooftop in London. Yet there was still that twinkle, could it be that you remember it as well? Or am I writing this letter to a person who, apart from meeting me at a bar and knowing my biography has no recollection of me. Your new life made sure you'd forget your old one. No you remember.
I guess if we had been talking, this would be when I asked too see you again, I won't. We are far too different and I could never be asked to change, I hope that from what I wrote you understand why. Take me as I am of leave.
C.
Disclaimer: I don't own Velvet Goldmine. I wish I did' but I don't....
Letters
Taped to the door of Arthur Stuart.
Dear Arthur, I figured that writing a letter would be the best way to express what I feel without having to look in your eyes. I am not a man of words but a man of action and verses, but since writing a song would be utterly improper, I give this letter to you, to do with it as you see fit.
Last night when I saw you, memories of a time I wished to forget flooded me and brought me back to the crossroad I faced then. Choosing to stay in my life and my skin will always haunt as in doing that I lost the chance of fame and glory. But unlike some, I couldn't change; ignore who I am and who I love. So I stayed behind and must keep secrets that could ruin him. It's funny that a man who became famous as someone who said it as it is will now do everything to hide it, even come to me.
My life today is not much different than before, sex drugs and rock 'n roll. But you are so very different; a respected journalist is a big change from the scared teenager I met on the rooftop in London. Yet there was still that twinkle, could it be that you remember it as well? Or am I writing this letter to a person who, apart from meeting me at a bar and knowing my biography has no recollection of me. Your new life made sure you'd forget your old one. No you remember.
I guess if we had been talking, this would be when I asked too see you again, I won't. We are far too different and I could never be asked to change, I hope that from what I wrote you understand why. Take me as I am of leave.
C.