Title: Lonely Destined
Chapter 2: The Song
Author: Hahn
Summary: An alternate Season 3 story about a very different kind of Destined. The second chapter is up! Hope you like it!
Notes: I finally decided to write the next chapter. Mainly because of the review I got from Darth Flirt. Okay, Darth. I'll make you a deal. I'll continue this, BUT you have too continue Diary of a Digidestined! Deal? Okay! Oh, and I apologize for any and all spelling errors. I don't have a spell checker at the house where I'm writing this.
Disclaimer: Do I have to? Okay, Digimon is not mine and never will be except in my dreams. There. I did it. Oh, and I don't own "Kids of America" by Yellow Spring Life, either.
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There was dancing, strobe lights, great music, and more. Everyone was having a blast. It was the biggest party of the year. And she didn't care. She stood around, only there because everyone else was. As usual, she was seemingly eternally depressed. It wasn't that she couldn't dance. She was an excellent dancer. And there was no lack of people wanting to dance with her. She was by no means an ugly girl. 13 years old, she stood 5' 5", with a slim, agile figure that would make many boys drool (at least those who didn't know her). Her blond hair was slightly longer then shoulder length, and complemented her blue eyes nicely. She wore blue jeans and a bright green tank top with a yellow star in the center of it. She could have asked any guy there to dance and he would have agreed right away. She simply didn't want to dance. So, she simply stood, leaning against the wall, head down, hands in pockets.
She didn't even look up when a girl aproached her. "Hey, Marian, why don't you go up there and sing? I remember you used to be a great singer, back before-" The girl caught herself. "I mean, earlier this year." Marian knew the girl was about to say "before Marcus disappeared." She recognized the girl by her voice. Her name was Natalie. She was one of the most popular girls in the school. As Marcus had once put it, she'd "slept with the football team". The memory almost made her smile. Almost. Marian ignored the girl.
Natalie persisted. "C'mon, your a good singer. I wanna hear you sing again!"
A few of her friends joined in. "Yeah, we wanna hear you sing!"
Marian shrugged. "Fine." She didn't really care. What did it matter? Nothing mattered anymore. Aw, what the hell, she thought, I might as well enjoy this. It's been a while since I've enjoyed anything. She picked up her dark blue backpack, opening the front zipper, and pulling out a few messy pieces of sheet music. It was a song she and Marcus had written, called Kids of America. She waited 'till the person already on stage was done singing, then walked up onto the stage, passing out the music to the band. The band was called 'The SpeedReaders" because of their legendary ability to look at a piece of music for the first time, and be ready to play it perfectly five minutes later. Marian waited a moment while the band got ready and played a few experimental notes, then turned back to the audience. The place neared total silence as people noticed she was standing on the stage. Marian looked out at the audience. She held up the microphone, then counted off on her fingers and out loud. "A one, a two, a one-two-three-four!" The band lauched into a fast, bouncy tune. Marian waited a little while, swaying her hips to the beat, waiting for her entrance. Finally it was nearing. She focused, trying to pretend it was Marcus on the drums, and her other former friends on the other instruments, like it had been back... before. Wiping away a tear that had snuck up on her, she counted off quietly to herself. "A one, a two, a one-two-three-four."
Down below the cars in the
City go rushing by
I sit here alone
And I wonder why
Friday night and everyone's moving
I can fell the heat
But it's shooting
Heading down
I search for the beat in this dirty town
Down town the young ones are going
Down town the young ones are growing
We're the kids in America
We're the kids in America
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Bright lights the music gets faster
Look boy, don't check on your watch
Not another glance
I'm not leaving now, honey not a chance
Hot-shot, give me no problems
Much later baby you'll be saying never mind
You know life is cruel, life is never kind
Kind hearts don't make a new story
Kind hearts don't grab any glory
We're the kids in America
We're the kids in America
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Come closer, honey that's better
Got to get a brand new experience
Feeling right
Oh don't try to stop baby
Hold me tight
Outside a new day is dawning
Outside Sububia's sprawling everywhere
I don't want to go baby
New York to East California
There's a new wave coming I warn you
We're the kids in America
We're the kids in America
Everybody live for the music-go-round
We're the kids
We're the kids
We're the kids in America
We're the kids
We're the kids
We're the kids in America
We're the kids
We're the kids
We're the kids in America
The music continued for a while after she finished, then ended in a cool drumset solo. The crowd, which had been silent throughout the whole song, broke out in an enormous cheer. Marian surprised herself by smiling. She realized she had had a good time, for the first time in a long while. She smiled and bowed to the croud, then decended the stage, recieving hearty pats on the back from Natalie and her friends. Right then and there, she made herself a vow. No matter what happened, whatever cards life dealt her, she would try to face it with a smile. Little did she know how had a promise that would be to keep...
End Notes: *gasp* Another cliffhanger? Oh no... I was going to make this longer, but It's late, and I'm tired, so I'm just gonna post this for now.