Heeeeeeylo! I came up with this idea awhile ago- but I finally got off my
lazy arse and decided to write it! Most of Amelia's songs will be from
Nelly Furtado (Hence the title) I dont know why.. just Amelia reminds me
of her for some strange reason- and some of Gourry's will just be random
ones..
Disclaimer: I dont' own anything- Not the songs, Slayers, or.. well the fancy dancy apartment Gourry lives in.
Chapter One
IBurn ever notion that I may have a
Burning flame inside to fight
Say what's on my mind
Without offending your mind./center
Amelia grabbed the bottom of her coat and held it closer to her body. The sounds of the camera's flashes filled her ears, and the reporters or press screaming her name, all yearning for her to stop and talk. She felt her bodyguard wrap a protective arm around her waist as he tossed a camera out of her face. She brought her bright blue eyes to look down, IJust think of something else../I She thought to herself, IHappy place, Happy place.../I
Her mind immediately filled with her father, and his justice loving ways. She smiled as she thought of her and him running around his court, playing cop and robber.. He always caught her, no matter how fast she ran.
Amelia spotted the car door open and she quickly sat down as someone slammed it shut. "You alright Amelia?" She looked up to spot Lina, grinning.
Amelia sighed in response. "Yeah." She ran a hand through her wet hair, "It's pouring out there!"
Lina chuckled to herself, "Yeah.. Well.." The clothes Lina wore were not of a strong, independent business woman, but of a carefree young woman. If you had taken one glance at her you wouldn't realize that she was the manager for one of the most successful female singers in Japan. "You're scheduled for the Japan Times Interview in an hour, I told them they would have to phone you at your hotel."
Amelia nodded, "Alright, and for the dinner tonight?"
Lina waved her hand to her, "Oh that." She then grinned, "I cancelled that a long time ago Melia."
"What? Why?"
"Because that Gabriev fellow is gonna be there." She responded. Lina then cracked a knuckle, "Tomorrow we have our yoga lesson too, unfortunately."
Amelia managed a smile, "Ms. Lina, it's a proven fact Yoga is good for women."
Lina pointed to herself, "Not for me." When Amelia didn't respond, her eyes filled with concern, "Amelia, are you alright?"
Amelia shook her head, "Yeah, I'm fine.. Just tired." Lina knew that was a lie, but decided not to comment on it. Amelia sighed as she leaned into the black seats. Her body was sore and her voice was cracking slightly.. What she needed was a hot bath, not a telephone interview.
Though, this wasn't much of a difference of everyday life. Being the Mayor's daughter she had grown used to the phone ringing to the never- ending hours, the door being knocked into the late hours.. Everything she had to deal with now, she dealt with her whole life.
The first memory she had was her running in the library and her father in the middle of an interview about the murders going on around town, Of course she didn't pay attention to it all until her mother had disappeared. That night was brutal, her father left her inside the house with the housekeepers while weird people ran around, trying desperately to figure out what had happened.
It wasn't till two years later she truly understood what had happened, what a murder was and that her mother was never going to come back from her dream life.. Her mother was gone. Then her sister left too, leaving Amelia to fall into a desperate need for a family member, that was when her father gave up his place as mayor and settled for the judge of the small town.
After the downward spiral, Amelia felt herself slipping and decided to not mope around and cry every moment- she knew life had a better road ahead. So that's what she did, she sat in her room and helped herself to her own therapy, Writing songs.
Oh she'd never preformed them.. Until she hit the tender age of 14 and played at the community local fair that she realized that singing was something she wanted to do for the rest of her life.
"Amelia?" She tore her gaze from the scenery outside her window to Lina, who was snapping in front of her face. "You all here?"
Amelia smiled, "Sorry.." She shook her head as the car came to stop in front of a white hotel. "Were here already?"
Lina laughed as she opened the door, "Well if you weren't zoning out for the past 10 minutes you'd realize." She stepped out of the car and held the door open for Amelia, who stepped out. "You know what to say for the interview?"
Amelia nodded, "Yeah- I'm just going to tell them when my release date is.. And what's wrong with justice today and how my father could fix it."
Lina rolled her eyes, "Don't go overboard on it." The two then started to walk up the hotel's stairs. "Amelia, do you still want to go to that dinner tonight?"
Amelia looked over her shoulder to Lina, "Of course, I mean it's the just thing to do... It's for charity isn't it?"
Lina cracked a smile, "For cancer."
Amelia nodded to the man who held the door open for them, "Well then, We're going Ms. Lina- whether you like it or not."
"Hey, who makes the orders around here?"
"Try it a little higher next time."
Gourry looked up from his guitar, making eye contact with his manager and crew, before nodding. The music filled his ears as his fingers started to move up and down the neck of the guitar laying in front of him. His fingers stung from pressing to hard, but he didn't care.. All that mattered to him at the moment, was the music.
After a couple of minutes playing his guitar, the music died down and Gourry looked up. "Perfect!" His manager exclaimed into the microphone, connected to the music booth.
"Thanks Zel!" He yelled, but he knew they didn't hear him.
Zelgadis chuckled to himself before opening the door that lead from the production room to the playing room. "That was great Gourry- keep it up."
Gourry grinned, "Thanks."
"Ready to perform it tonight?"
'Tonight?"
Zelgadis sighed, "For the Cancer Charity banquet."
"Oh Yeah!" Gourry cupped a fist into his palm, "I remember that!"
I Good job../i Zel thought dryly before leading him out of the room. "Just perform that one song.. I believe your on after that Amelia girl."
"She's going to be there?"
"I think so."
"Oh, well that's good."
Zel sighed once more, he obviously didn't know that he was competing with this young woman for when they debut their second cd's. Though, He wasn't surprised. Gourry was a tall, blonde, dumb, but caring man. He was always forgetful.. What surprised him was that Gourry never seemed to have forget his lyrics- but everything else was gone in .2 seconds.
Meeting Gourry had been a moment he'd never forget. He met him at school, in the chem lab.. Both we're on their hands and knees, scrubbing the unknown substance on the school floor. He didn't know how long they scrubbed for, seemed like eternity, but when it finally had gotten out, he made a friend.
He'd met Lina in less.. Secure places. He met Lina in his gym class.. And all he could say was.. That girl could swing a tennis racket like no other.
"What's on the list for right now?"
Zelgadis pulled out his small planner and clicked a couple buttons, "Well nothing right now- you have a couple free hours until the dinner tonight. I suggest you take a bath- relax with a movie or something."
"Ok!" Gourry then scurried off upstairs to his nice apartment.
Gourry had the studio built just a year ago. After the success of his first album, Gourry had planned to make more music and sell it, Zel knew that the fans were desperately waiting for the second album to sing along with.
Zelgadis knew the competition would be tough. Amelia was not a easy woman just to cross of the list, especially with Lina Inverse as her manager. But somehow, he had to try.. Neither could share the same title spot for Number 1 CD.
Once Zelgadis made it up the stairs he followed the hallway to his room. He opened the door and let himself in. Closing it behind him, he walked over to the mirror. His reflection. His damned reflection..
Scars rose from his neck to the far left side of his face, just barely touching the cheeks. Zel shook his head as he walked away from the mirror. He reached for the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head. More scars rested on his left side, rising from his torso up to his neck. Zel ran a rough finger through the creases of his skin...
"Yo! Zel!" Zelgadis quickly grabbed a shirt off his bed and through it on.
"Just a minute!" He rolled the turtle neck up, "Yeah?"
Gourry opened the door, "Phone call. Sounds like Lina."
Zel nodded, "Thanks." Gourry closed the door and Zel walked to the side of his room, where a phone sat on top of a brown wooden table. "Hello?" He asked picking up the phone and cradling it between his head and shoulders.
"Zel buddy! Hey!"
"Lina, how're you?"
"Oh, could've been better- Melia's in her room, chatting to the local paper. Say are you and Gourry still going to that dinner?"
"Yeah, are you two still going?"
He heard Lina sigh, "Yeah.. Well I gotta get her ready- chow."
"Lina it's not for another three hours-" /I Sigh.. "Alright." he put the phone down before heading downstairs.
"Yes.. No thank you.." Amelia laughed softly, "Alright, bub-bye." She took the phone away from her ear and placed it on it's cradle. She stood up and rubbed her hands on her thighs, searching for something to do.
"OH!" She reached back behind her and picked up the phone once more and began to dial a familiar number. "Daddy!"
"Yes... I know Daddy.. Yeah, tonight.. I'm going to dinner for cancer research- I'm going to perform a new song from my cd.. Uh.. Well Lina said I should do Explode- but I'm aiming for Powerless. Yes, I know.. Well, No.. Alright Dad.. I love you.. Bye." Amelia placed the phone down and instantly felt better, talking to father was the best time of day for her.
"AMELIA! LETS GO!"
"Coming!" Amelia stood up from the table in the corner and hurried out of the room. She hated to upset Ms. Lina... but then again, who didn't?
Please, Read and Review!
Disclaimer: I dont' own anything- Not the songs, Slayers, or.. well the fancy dancy apartment Gourry lives in.
Chapter One
IBurn ever notion that I may have a
Burning flame inside to fight
Say what's on my mind
Without offending your mind./center
Amelia grabbed the bottom of her coat and held it closer to her body. The sounds of the camera's flashes filled her ears, and the reporters or press screaming her name, all yearning for her to stop and talk. She felt her bodyguard wrap a protective arm around her waist as he tossed a camera out of her face. She brought her bright blue eyes to look down, IJust think of something else../I She thought to herself, IHappy place, Happy place.../I
Her mind immediately filled with her father, and his justice loving ways. She smiled as she thought of her and him running around his court, playing cop and robber.. He always caught her, no matter how fast she ran.
Amelia spotted the car door open and she quickly sat down as someone slammed it shut. "You alright Amelia?" She looked up to spot Lina, grinning.
Amelia sighed in response. "Yeah." She ran a hand through her wet hair, "It's pouring out there!"
Lina chuckled to herself, "Yeah.. Well.." The clothes Lina wore were not of a strong, independent business woman, but of a carefree young woman. If you had taken one glance at her you wouldn't realize that she was the manager for one of the most successful female singers in Japan. "You're scheduled for the Japan Times Interview in an hour, I told them they would have to phone you at your hotel."
Amelia nodded, "Alright, and for the dinner tonight?"
Lina waved her hand to her, "Oh that." She then grinned, "I cancelled that a long time ago Melia."
"What? Why?"
"Because that Gabriev fellow is gonna be there." She responded. Lina then cracked a knuckle, "Tomorrow we have our yoga lesson too, unfortunately."
Amelia managed a smile, "Ms. Lina, it's a proven fact Yoga is good for women."
Lina pointed to herself, "Not for me." When Amelia didn't respond, her eyes filled with concern, "Amelia, are you alright?"
Amelia shook her head, "Yeah, I'm fine.. Just tired." Lina knew that was a lie, but decided not to comment on it. Amelia sighed as she leaned into the black seats. Her body was sore and her voice was cracking slightly.. What she needed was a hot bath, not a telephone interview.
Though, this wasn't much of a difference of everyday life. Being the Mayor's daughter she had grown used to the phone ringing to the never- ending hours, the door being knocked into the late hours.. Everything she had to deal with now, she dealt with her whole life.
The first memory she had was her running in the library and her father in the middle of an interview about the murders going on around town, Of course she didn't pay attention to it all until her mother had disappeared. That night was brutal, her father left her inside the house with the housekeepers while weird people ran around, trying desperately to figure out what had happened.
It wasn't till two years later she truly understood what had happened, what a murder was and that her mother was never going to come back from her dream life.. Her mother was gone. Then her sister left too, leaving Amelia to fall into a desperate need for a family member, that was when her father gave up his place as mayor and settled for the judge of the small town.
After the downward spiral, Amelia felt herself slipping and decided to not mope around and cry every moment- she knew life had a better road ahead. So that's what she did, she sat in her room and helped herself to her own therapy, Writing songs.
Oh she'd never preformed them.. Until she hit the tender age of 14 and played at the community local fair that she realized that singing was something she wanted to do for the rest of her life.
"Amelia?" She tore her gaze from the scenery outside her window to Lina, who was snapping in front of her face. "You all here?"
Amelia smiled, "Sorry.." She shook her head as the car came to stop in front of a white hotel. "Were here already?"
Lina laughed as she opened the door, "Well if you weren't zoning out for the past 10 minutes you'd realize." She stepped out of the car and held the door open for Amelia, who stepped out. "You know what to say for the interview?"
Amelia nodded, "Yeah- I'm just going to tell them when my release date is.. And what's wrong with justice today and how my father could fix it."
Lina rolled her eyes, "Don't go overboard on it." The two then started to walk up the hotel's stairs. "Amelia, do you still want to go to that dinner tonight?"
Amelia looked over her shoulder to Lina, "Of course, I mean it's the just thing to do... It's for charity isn't it?"
Lina cracked a smile, "For cancer."
Amelia nodded to the man who held the door open for them, "Well then, We're going Ms. Lina- whether you like it or not."
"Hey, who makes the orders around here?"
"Try it a little higher next time."
Gourry looked up from his guitar, making eye contact with his manager and crew, before nodding. The music filled his ears as his fingers started to move up and down the neck of the guitar laying in front of him. His fingers stung from pressing to hard, but he didn't care.. All that mattered to him at the moment, was the music.
After a couple of minutes playing his guitar, the music died down and Gourry looked up. "Perfect!" His manager exclaimed into the microphone, connected to the music booth.
"Thanks Zel!" He yelled, but he knew they didn't hear him.
Zelgadis chuckled to himself before opening the door that lead from the production room to the playing room. "That was great Gourry- keep it up."
Gourry grinned, "Thanks."
"Ready to perform it tonight?"
'Tonight?"
Zelgadis sighed, "For the Cancer Charity banquet."
"Oh Yeah!" Gourry cupped a fist into his palm, "I remember that!"
I Good job../i Zel thought dryly before leading him out of the room. "Just perform that one song.. I believe your on after that Amelia girl."
"She's going to be there?"
"I think so."
"Oh, well that's good."
Zel sighed once more, he obviously didn't know that he was competing with this young woman for when they debut their second cd's. Though, He wasn't surprised. Gourry was a tall, blonde, dumb, but caring man. He was always forgetful.. What surprised him was that Gourry never seemed to have forget his lyrics- but everything else was gone in .2 seconds.
Meeting Gourry had been a moment he'd never forget. He met him at school, in the chem lab.. Both we're on their hands and knees, scrubbing the unknown substance on the school floor. He didn't know how long they scrubbed for, seemed like eternity, but when it finally had gotten out, he made a friend.
He'd met Lina in less.. Secure places. He met Lina in his gym class.. And all he could say was.. That girl could swing a tennis racket like no other.
"What's on the list for right now?"
Zelgadis pulled out his small planner and clicked a couple buttons, "Well nothing right now- you have a couple free hours until the dinner tonight. I suggest you take a bath- relax with a movie or something."
"Ok!" Gourry then scurried off upstairs to his nice apartment.
Gourry had the studio built just a year ago. After the success of his first album, Gourry had planned to make more music and sell it, Zel knew that the fans were desperately waiting for the second album to sing along with.
Zelgadis knew the competition would be tough. Amelia was not a easy woman just to cross of the list, especially with Lina Inverse as her manager. But somehow, he had to try.. Neither could share the same title spot for Number 1 CD.
Once Zelgadis made it up the stairs he followed the hallway to his room. He opened the door and let himself in. Closing it behind him, he walked over to the mirror. His reflection. His damned reflection..
Scars rose from his neck to the far left side of his face, just barely touching the cheeks. Zel shook his head as he walked away from the mirror. He reached for the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head. More scars rested on his left side, rising from his torso up to his neck. Zel ran a rough finger through the creases of his skin...
"Yo! Zel!" Zelgadis quickly grabbed a shirt off his bed and through it on.
"Just a minute!" He rolled the turtle neck up, "Yeah?"
Gourry opened the door, "Phone call. Sounds like Lina."
Zel nodded, "Thanks." Gourry closed the door and Zel walked to the side of his room, where a phone sat on top of a brown wooden table. "Hello?" He asked picking up the phone and cradling it between his head and shoulders.
"Zel buddy! Hey!"
"Lina, how're you?"
"Oh, could've been better- Melia's in her room, chatting to the local paper. Say are you and Gourry still going to that dinner?"
"Yeah, are you two still going?"
He heard Lina sigh, "Yeah.. Well I gotta get her ready- chow."
"Lina it's not for another three hours-" /I Sigh.. "Alright." he put the phone down before heading downstairs.
"Yes.. No thank you.." Amelia laughed softly, "Alright, bub-bye." She took the phone away from her ear and placed it on it's cradle. She stood up and rubbed her hands on her thighs, searching for something to do.
"OH!" She reached back behind her and picked up the phone once more and began to dial a familiar number. "Daddy!"
"Yes... I know Daddy.. Yeah, tonight.. I'm going to dinner for cancer research- I'm going to perform a new song from my cd.. Uh.. Well Lina said I should do Explode- but I'm aiming for Powerless. Yes, I know.. Well, No.. Alright Dad.. I love you.. Bye." Amelia placed the phone down and instantly felt better, talking to father was the best time of day for her.
"AMELIA! LETS GO!"
"Coming!" Amelia stood up from the table in the corner and hurried out of the room. She hated to upset Ms. Lina... but then again, who didn't?
Please, Read and Review!