A.N. I'm really really happy that I got soooooo many reviews (Well I didnt get loads but I got three within 24 hours, I think thats pretty good) The little bit in italics at the beginning is Dilandaus point of veiw at the end of the last chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own Escaflowne!If I did, I would be on a beach in Madagascar, drawing.
Warning: Dilandau is a potty mouth
Dilandau
I swore I know her, I had just asked her for a drink, that she waved aside
"I'm driving, so I'll pass, next time, maybe? If the offer doesn't have an expiration date that is. And I don't think we'll be here much longer anyway"
I flashed her my famous smirk, she seemed to notice. I remember not wanting her to go.
"If you must. Hey didn't you use to sing here? I realised that I had hit a soft point.
"Yes, I did, but now I work for my boyfriend"So she has a boyfriend.Duh. A bird like her isn't going to be without a fucking boyfriend for long. Uh-oh. She's looking at me strangely. Act cool, act cool."Why are you working for him? Shouldn't you be the one on top?"
Opps, I think I over did it. She looks slightly creeped out. She said hurriedly that she was leaving, gathered her stuff up into a big lump and ran, dragging the arguing bitches and her slightly more sane (but very drunk) friend out with her. I suddenly remebered I never asked who she was name-wise.
"Hey! I never got you name!" she looked over her shoulder quickly and smirked. She nicked that one from me...
"Then I'll leave you wanting to know!" She yelled at me slightly cheekily, was that her way of saying we would see each other again? Bitch. She thinks I like fancy her? Fuck off. She seems to think that every guy just falls for her. Ah well. I could just mess with her head. Might be fun.
"Yeah, You run!" I yelled back. I'm not too sure if she heard, she may have been out of hearing then.
That was last night in a nutshell. Shit. I have one of the worst headaches ever. I drank so much after the show during the celebration party. According to my manager, who gets all scientific on alcohol, (doesn't want us becoming alcholics. Uh-oh too late) Going on the limits we're supposed to have, I just drank the amount I should have in two-and-a-half weeks.
So to take my mind of the shit in my head I've been writing lyrics. What do ya think so far? Its called 'Drawing Pictures'
"Drawing pictures of pain inside,
Can you add colour to the lies?
Can you understand the anger within?
Or will you run in fear?
If i turned to you in need,
Would you help or watch me bleed?"
"Toy with happiness,
And stop life's vital pulse,
Let the shadows engulf all within,
And stop the beat of existence's heart"
"Will you let me be myself?
Or will you persecute my mind?
Can you feel the pain inside?
And will you accept the me?
Drawing pictures of hate inside,
Pictures growing by the day"
Then you have the chourus, and then you have another verse...which I haven't come up with yet. I'll work on it. Sometime, I might sing it next time.
Hey you know, I'm feeling better already! I think I'm handelling this depression stuff pretty well,fuck the psychologist, I can handle my own depression without asking myself 'How do I feel about that?' I bet the only training that psychologist had was Freaky Friday (A/N I don't own Freaky Friday)
Now onto smaller matters. Who is that girl? How am I going to mess with her when I'm in a bad mood? Why the hell didn't she tell me her name? Stupid bitch.
I don't know! That is the answer toall thoseand many other questions. Oooooh, I've just come up with the last chorus and verse, lookie, lookie!
"Toy with happiness,
And stop life's vital pulse,
Let the shadows engulf all within,
And stop the beat of existence's heart"
"Will you stop this tormented existence?
Or will you lift the burdens of life?
Are you gonna watch me fall?
Or will you keep me going?
Drawing pictures of death foretold,
Death that comes to greet me"
Isn't it fucking awsome?
Well, that was the last thirty mintuets of my life, all alone. In the room where the rest of the band is also to spend their time. Unfortunatley in some ways, in others its a damngood thing.Hey, the phone. I reach over to grab it when Gatti storms into the room.
"DON'T ANSWER THE PHONE!"
Hey. Dude.Ummmmm, I'm right here, no need to yell. Well, I'm not exactly going to say that, instead.
"Dude, why not?"
He walked over to the blinds, looked through them,and quickly pulled them shut, so now we can't see. This cannot be in anyway good.
Slowly, looking around he walked over, and whispers very, very quietly;
"From now on, only answer the phone if you recognise the caller ID"
Which of course, sane people do anyway. I suppose I'd better ask why. He's giving me 'the look'
"We do that anyway,why so strict now?"
"SHHHHHHHHH! She might hear you!"
Oh, pissing hell. What crazy mixed up thing has he got going on now?
"Who?"
"Her. Shes this girl who follows me everywhere" He's lost it. "Everywhere?"
I get another look. "Put it this way, she's probably watching us right now" Now thats fucking creepy.
We both look round the room, seeing if 'She' was actually, there. Thankfully, it seems she has gone out of a hundred meter range she probably has around him. Its times like this where I almost feel sorry for Gatti.
Almost.
That is the second chapter, cookie for those who guessed
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