What Dreams Are Made Of
A/N: Aw right! Who guessed it right? *blinks upon realizing she hasn't uploaded the first chapter yet*
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CHAPTER 2 The First Concert - May 14, 2006
The auditorium was packed. Backstage was a mess. Matt's band still wasn't ready (half of them still weren't there *cough* Kenji *cough* Kito *cough*), plus Raeven was still in her casual clothes.
"Miss Starr, you need to get your concert outfit on now!" A style designer moaned, dragging her off.
But they finally got it together, Matt's band did all right, but the noise really cranked up when Raeven entered, starting with her signature song, Colours of the World.
Red for love
Yellow for happiness
White for purity
Blue for calm
Green for life
We're all part of this masterpiece
Called the world
Each individual has a place
In the grand design
Colours of the world
From the richest queen
To the poorest peasant
When it all boils down
Nobody's really better
Than the other
We're all part of this masterpiece
Called the world
Each individual has a place
In the grand design
Colours of the world
Because when you add
Red to yellow
You get orange
And when you add
Blue to red
Purple results
Every colour
Gives birth to another
There is no colour
That stands alone
We're all part of this masterpiece
Called the world
Each individual has a place
In the grand design
Colours of the world
Even from his spot way in the sound room, T.K. still couldn't shake the feeling that he knew her from somewhere before.
"Hey, guys, how're you all doing tonight?" Raeven called over the noise. "Hey, how many girls we got out here?"
A very loud cheer went up.
"How many of you were like me when you were little? How many of you dreamed about Knights on White Horses?"
An even louder cheer went up. Knights on White Horses had been one of Raeven Starr's top songs not very long ago, just released on this year's album.
Every girl has had childhood fantasies
Of being a princess
Of living in a beautiful castle
Then the evil witch comes
Puts you in an enchanted sleep
Till you're rescued by
Knights on white horses
Who slay the dragon
Defeat the witch
And carry you off
To a happily ever after
Knights these days
Are rarer than a happily ever after
And they never come on white horses
Maybe they come in black Cadillacs
Or on the public bus
Even on a skateboard
Knights on white horses
Who slay the dragon
Defeat the witch
And carry you off
To a happily ever after
Someday the knight of a girl's
Childhood fantasy will come
And she'll miss him completely
Because she's looking for Sir Perfect
On his pure white steed
Don't miss your present-day knight
In his baggy jeans and huge sweatshirt
Riding in on his skateboard
'Cause you're looking for
Knights on white horses
Who slay the dragon
Defeat the witch
And carry you off
To a happily ever after
Knights on white horses
Who slay the dragon
Defeat the witch
And carry you off
To a happily ever after
The show continued in that kind-of happy thread of 'overcoming obstacles' for a while with Courage, Here I Am, Hope and Light, What Life Is About, and the Hilary Duff hit What Dreams Are Made Of, then turned serious.
"Some of you," Raeven started, a lot more quietly than the first half of the concert, "may have noticed that a few of my songs all seem to concern two people in particular: Kate and Rillan. Well, let me explain to you, before we continue, who they are.
"I first arrived in Canada when I was 8 years old."
T.K. felt a horrible butterfly of guessing starting in his stomach.
"I had been living here, in Japan, for 5 years, and when I was brought back to Canada, I had no idea how to adapt. Kate and Rillan were both the first friends I ever had in Canada. In each song dedicated to them, you'll find it fairly obvious what happened to them."
She started off with Rillan, a sadder song than she had probably ever written.
Just a normal day
Were we ever wrong
It'll be no different
Than many other days
Rillan, what did you ever do
You never deserved to die
All your life
Beaten, mocked
Crash-landing in a world of pain
Pain...
Police...
Red...
Blood...
So much...
Black...
Mourning...
Rillan...
Rillan, what did you ever do
You never deserved to die
All your life
Beaten, mocked
Crash-landing in a world of pain
Loved by so many
But the two who mattered most
Never blinked at the news
Rillan, Cash is 10 now
Looking more and more
Like his bro every day
Rillan, he wants to be like you
Missed by so many
Rillan, what did you ever do
You never deserved to die
All your life
Beaten, mocked
Crash-landing in a world of pain
"All right, that wasn't quite as obvious as it could've been." Raeven admitted. "To be more specific, Rillan grew up in an abusive home and his little brother Cash was his life. When we were 13, about three years ago now, a group of thugs from the local gang cornered us and Cash on the way to school." She stopped for a moment, voice shaking. "They told me that the police arrived as fast as they could, but it wasn't fast enough. By the time they and medical help arrived, the gang had disappeared. They managed to smash Rillan's head completely open. I still don't remember what exactly happened to any of us. But it took me a year to recover. The doctors told me that what officially killed Rillan had been a broken neck, probably from a thug throwing him against the wall, in an attempt to stop him from shielding Cash.
"While I was in the hospital, I was so confused. I was just barely more than a kid, and all of a sudden one of my best friends in the entire world had been brutally murdered. To try and sort it all out, I wrote my song Laugh or Cry.
"The police never did manage to catch the guys who attacked us. They've still got warrants out for their arrests."