Disclaimer: SC1.
Spoilers: Anything and everything is fair game.
POST "CHOSEN" FIC
Feedback: Anything rolling inside your head, tell me about it.
Songs: All songs used throughout this fanfic belong to Michelle Branch.
POV: Buffy's point of view.
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Every thing has happened so fast.
A month and a half ago, I was in a backyard, living a normal life training Vampire Slayers. Okay, not totally normal, but it was for me.
Now, I'm surrounded by people I don't know and ridiculously complicated sound equipment. I never have a moment to myself. Lorne, apparently, has connections; I mean, MAJOR connections. The instant my gig was over, he hooked me up with one of the biggest recording companies: Maverick.
I'm getting ready to started recording a single the radio stations will hopefully pick up. If that goes well, my manager Jeff Gregs says that we can start recoding an album within the next three weeks. How's that for instant stardom?
However, I'm not sure if I really want this. Oz and the guys, they've been trying for this their entire lives and it seems as if I'm their chance to make it big. I'm new to this; I haven't decided if this is a passion of mine.
But I do love to sing; it gives me this rush. Like, I'm floating in zero gravity, whatever that means. I never really understood that phrase, kinda like the whole nine yards thing. I still haven't figured that out yet.
And Jeff is great. He's young and excited about his profession; he loves being behind the scenes. I think he has a bit of British in him because he spits out those British phrases every now and then,
"Buffy!" Jeff calls down the hall where I've been staring at the same magazine page for the last hour. "You ready to go?"
"Do I have a choice?" I joked.
"Sure," Jeff nodded. "Go big, or go home.
I seriously think that's his motto: "Go big, or go home."
"Let's get going then," I laughed. "The guys here?"
"All set up," Jeff smiled. "They're just waiting for you. Have you decided on a single yet? I still think you should go with "Finding Your Way Back"; it was such a hit at the club."
"What did we agree?" I asked.
"That you could pick your first single," Jeff sighed. "Don't blow it."
"Gee, thanks," I groaned.
"So what's it to be?"
"You'll have to listen to find out," I smirked.
"See, that's what I like about you," Jeff laughed. "You're so... unpredictable would be the nicer way of putting it."
I walked into the recording room and Jeff went into the tech booth. Oz handed me my guitar and smiled.
"Okay guys," Jeff said over the speaker. "Just tell me when you're ready."
"What's it gonna be Buffy?" 8-Ball asked.
"Breathe," I answered, then called out to Jeff. "Let's go."
"All right!" Jeff said. "Make music. Hit it."
My fingers moved across the guitar, starting the melody. The guys picked it up and we were doing it again; creating that rush.
I've been driving for an hour, just talking to the rain. You say I've been driving you crazy and it's keeping you away. So just give me one good reason; tell me why I should stay. 'Cause I don't wanna waste another moment in saying things we never meant to say.
And I take it just a little bit; I hold my breath and count to ten. I've been waiting for a chance to let you in.
If I just breathe; let it fill the space between, I'll know everything is all right. Breathe, every little piece of me; you'll see, everything is all right. If I just breathe.
Well, it's all so overrated; in not saying how you feel. So you end up watching chances fade and wondering what's real.
And I give you just a little time. I wonder if you realize, I've been waiting 'till I se it in your eyes.
If I just breathe; let it fill the space between, I'll know everything is all right. Breathe, every little piece of me; you'll see, everything is all right. If I just breathe.
Breathe. So I whisper in the dark, hoping you'll hear me. Do you hear me?
If I just breathe; let it fill the space between, I'll know everything is all right. Breathe, every little piece of me; you'll see, everything is all right. If I just breathe.
Everything is all right if I just breathe; breathe.
I've been driving for an hour, just talking to the rain.
Oz let the last chord echo through the room and then we all pulled off our headphones. Jeff ran into the room, thoroughly excited.
"That was bloody brilliant!" Jeff cried, letting his British side take over. "Outstanding. You guys are going rule the charts! I can't wait to send this out to the press!"
"It was good, then?" I asked.
"Good?' Jeff asked. "No, not at all. It was better! Outstanding, amazing, extravagant, anything but good!"
"Glad to know you liked it," I laughed.
"Where do you get your material?" Jeff asked, serious. "I mean, this, this stuff can't come from imagination alone. Something inspires it. What?"
My mind completely shut down. No scratch that, it went into overdrive. If Jeff was asking me this, he wouldn't be the last to ask it? What am I supposed to say? "Oh, Jeff, I was a Vampire Slayer and I had a boyfriend who was a vampire and we're forbidden to be together. It's all tragic and all we do is give each other pain." That's be a landmark in my career.
"Um," Oz cleared his throat. "Buffy's always been imaginative. She's just, very gifted. That's it."
Once again, I owe Oz for, once again, saving my ass.
"Really?" Jeff asked. "Whatever, it's really not important. I'm sending this out tonight and hopefully it'll be on the radios tomorrow. That okay with you guys?"
I could feel all the band's eyes on me, waiting for me to say something. Was I really ready for this; to bare my soul in front of the entire world?
"Go for it," I nodded.
I guess I am.
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I write, you read, you review, I write more.
The song used in this chapter is "Breathe" by Michelle Branch.
Spoilers: Anything and everything is fair game.
POST "CHOSEN" FIC
Feedback: Anything rolling inside your head, tell me about it.
Songs: All songs used throughout this fanfic belong to Michelle Branch.
POV: Buffy's point of view.
--- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- ---
Every thing has happened so fast.
A month and a half ago, I was in a backyard, living a normal life training Vampire Slayers. Okay, not totally normal, but it was for me.
Now, I'm surrounded by people I don't know and ridiculously complicated sound equipment. I never have a moment to myself. Lorne, apparently, has connections; I mean, MAJOR connections. The instant my gig was over, he hooked me up with one of the biggest recording companies: Maverick.
I'm getting ready to started recording a single the radio stations will hopefully pick up. If that goes well, my manager Jeff Gregs says that we can start recoding an album within the next three weeks. How's that for instant stardom?
However, I'm not sure if I really want this. Oz and the guys, they've been trying for this their entire lives and it seems as if I'm their chance to make it big. I'm new to this; I haven't decided if this is a passion of mine.
But I do love to sing; it gives me this rush. Like, I'm floating in zero gravity, whatever that means. I never really understood that phrase, kinda like the whole nine yards thing. I still haven't figured that out yet.
And Jeff is great. He's young and excited about his profession; he loves being behind the scenes. I think he has a bit of British in him because he spits out those British phrases every now and then,
"Buffy!" Jeff calls down the hall where I've been staring at the same magazine page for the last hour. "You ready to go?"
"Do I have a choice?" I joked.
"Sure," Jeff nodded. "Go big, or go home.
I seriously think that's his motto: "Go big, or go home."
"Let's get going then," I laughed. "The guys here?"
"All set up," Jeff smiled. "They're just waiting for you. Have you decided on a single yet? I still think you should go with "Finding Your Way Back"; it was such a hit at the club."
"What did we agree?" I asked.
"That you could pick your first single," Jeff sighed. "Don't blow it."
"Gee, thanks," I groaned.
"So what's it to be?"
"You'll have to listen to find out," I smirked.
"See, that's what I like about you," Jeff laughed. "You're so... unpredictable would be the nicer way of putting it."
I walked into the recording room and Jeff went into the tech booth. Oz handed me my guitar and smiled.
"Okay guys," Jeff said over the speaker. "Just tell me when you're ready."
"What's it gonna be Buffy?" 8-Ball asked.
"Breathe," I answered, then called out to Jeff. "Let's go."
"All right!" Jeff said. "Make music. Hit it."
My fingers moved across the guitar, starting the melody. The guys picked it up and we were doing it again; creating that rush.
I've been driving for an hour, just talking to the rain. You say I've been driving you crazy and it's keeping you away. So just give me one good reason; tell me why I should stay. 'Cause I don't wanna waste another moment in saying things we never meant to say.
And I take it just a little bit; I hold my breath and count to ten. I've been waiting for a chance to let you in.
If I just breathe; let it fill the space between, I'll know everything is all right. Breathe, every little piece of me; you'll see, everything is all right. If I just breathe.
Well, it's all so overrated; in not saying how you feel. So you end up watching chances fade and wondering what's real.
And I give you just a little time. I wonder if you realize, I've been waiting 'till I se it in your eyes.
If I just breathe; let it fill the space between, I'll know everything is all right. Breathe, every little piece of me; you'll see, everything is all right. If I just breathe.
Breathe. So I whisper in the dark, hoping you'll hear me. Do you hear me?
If I just breathe; let it fill the space between, I'll know everything is all right. Breathe, every little piece of me; you'll see, everything is all right. If I just breathe.
Everything is all right if I just breathe; breathe.
I've been driving for an hour, just talking to the rain.
Oz let the last chord echo through the room and then we all pulled off our headphones. Jeff ran into the room, thoroughly excited.
"That was bloody brilliant!" Jeff cried, letting his British side take over. "Outstanding. You guys are going rule the charts! I can't wait to send this out to the press!"
"It was good, then?" I asked.
"Good?' Jeff asked. "No, not at all. It was better! Outstanding, amazing, extravagant, anything but good!"
"Glad to know you liked it," I laughed.
"Where do you get your material?" Jeff asked, serious. "I mean, this, this stuff can't come from imagination alone. Something inspires it. What?"
My mind completely shut down. No scratch that, it went into overdrive. If Jeff was asking me this, he wouldn't be the last to ask it? What am I supposed to say? "Oh, Jeff, I was a Vampire Slayer and I had a boyfriend who was a vampire and we're forbidden to be together. It's all tragic and all we do is give each other pain." That's be a landmark in my career.
"Um," Oz cleared his throat. "Buffy's always been imaginative. She's just, very gifted. That's it."
Once again, I owe Oz for, once again, saving my ass.
"Really?" Jeff asked. "Whatever, it's really not important. I'm sending this out tonight and hopefully it'll be on the radios tomorrow. That okay with you guys?"
I could feel all the band's eyes on me, waiting for me to say something. Was I really ready for this; to bare my soul in front of the entire world?
"Go for it," I nodded.
I guess I am.
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I write, you read, you review, I write more.
The song used in this chapter is "Breathe" by Michelle Branch.