Hi. Don't kill me, its been a while I know, but life goes on. So, here I am and I shall write for you a song. Yes, not an actual song, but a story based on a song. As I always do. Anyway . . .
Here be da story.
"NO! No, no, no! It isn't done like that at all! Get it right, just once, please!" yelled dance choreographer Raven Roth.
She was working incredibly hard and late every night with her class of dancers. They were going to perform in 'Big Dance', a competition held in west London. The competition was a very hard thing to get into, and they had made it. Now, Raven was instructing them, trying to make them the best. But Raven often forgot of her partner in crime, Garfield.
Garfield Logan was the assistant dance instructor beside Raven. "Rae, come here," he said lazily as he sat in his chair very comfortably. Sighing loudly she stomped over to him, "Everyone take a ten minute break! Drink lots of water or don't bother coming back!"
She plopped into the chair next to Gar's. "They need to push as hard as I did! They don't realize the opportunity they have been given! Why wont the just listen, Gar? Why?" she complained.
Gar put on a comforting smile. She always became like this during competition times. As he rubbed her back he spoke, "Hush. Did you forget that I am here. I am going to help you, as I always do. Rae, you can't keep forgetting about me. When it gets so tough for you, just talk to me and I'll hop to it and help."
"But I am perfectly capable of doing it by myself. I know I can! Ah, its just so . . ."
Gar interrupted, "Hard?" She rolled her eyes and stomped off to go sit on the edge of the stage.
The dance room was rather large. The room was the size of two public high school gyms. On one side there was a stage and the other was completely open and empty space.
Tough, you think you've got the stuff
You're telling me and anyone
You're hard enough
Ten minutes had passed and Gar stood just as Raven did, "You, Miss Roth, have a seat. Everyone else, get to work on your routines. Kori, go ahead and begin." Raven quickly sat back where she was and Kori began their dance.
Not even five minutes into the dance Raven had fallen asleep like a rock. Gar noticed and merely laughed. Watching the dance group, he thought of Raven and how pretty she looked in her current peaceful state. Sleep always brought that gentle kind look to her face rather than the 'I-am-always-right' look she often displayed.
"Very nice! But Dick, when you lift her up, be more graceful about it. I know you are a guy, but be more gentle, we don't need her to have a look of pain while she is up there. No judge is going to like that." He continued to instruct them and guide them in ways to be better. Raven continued to sleep in a peaceful world of bliss.
You don't have to put up a fight
You don't have to always be right
Let me take some of the punches
For you tonight
/Two hours later\\
Raven in his arms, Gar walked her out to his car and gently laid her down in the passenger seat. "You're not alone in this Rae," he commented to the unconscious girl. Laughing to himself, he buckled her up, went to his side, and drove her to his house.
"Man, Raven! It's a real good thing you ain't heavy." He carried her bridal style to his room and set her down covering her up with the blankets. "Good night, Rae. You look absolutely gorgeous when you sleep." With that he turned off the lights and went to fall into the wonderful world of sleep on the couch.
Listen to me now
I need to let you know
You don't have to go it alone
Waking began at six o'clock with Gar, who quickly took a shower and dressed. When Raven awoke around six thirty she found Gar in front of a mirror making his best effort to completely mess up his hair. When he was satisfied he turned to see a young girl yawning and stretching out her arms. "Well good mornin'! Did you sleep well?"
"Sure. But why am I here?" she asked as she threw the covers off of herself and getting out of the bed.
"Oh sure! Not even a "good morning idiot, what stupid thing have you done this time?' Well Raven, I feel so entirely loved!" he laughed trying to make her feel guilty, with no success.
"Great, just get to the point," she said more irritated.
"Well miss grumpy pants! If you are going to put it that way! You fell asleep at work and I didn't have the heart to wake you. So I brought you here, and don't worry, I slept on the couch."
"Malchior was supposed to pick me up last night. What time did you bring me here?" she asked. Gar felt like he was in an interrogation room with all the questions.
"Around ten thirty, why?" he asked feeling a bit upset. He hated it when she spoke of Malchior. It burned his heart to think that she loved someone that wasn't him.
She sighed, "He said he would come around nine. Hmm, oh well. Why didn't you take me to my house? You know where it is."
"I don't know where you keep your keys!" commented Gar quickly.
"Right ok, well . . ." Raven grabbed for her cell phone, which was still in her pocked, and answered it, "Hello?" The voice on the other line was Malchior's. "Yeah . . . oh . . . ok . . . well, bye." She slowly slid the phone from her ear and became weak in the knees. Dropping down to the bed, she rolled over on her stomach and began to cry.
"Raven! What happened? Are you ok?" he asked as any concerned friend would. He went to his knees beside the bed and looked at what was visible of her face. "Rae . . ."
She couldn't talk, but figured he understood. " . . ." when she tried to speak, nothing came out except, "Gar!" She rolled over, sat up, and fell into Gar. His shoulder became her place of comfort. Tears soaked the cloth covering his shoulder, but he didn't care.
Hugging her back he said, "It's ok, Rae. It's ok." She clutched his sleeve in her hands tightly and cried. "I'm here, it's going to be ok."
And it's you when I look in the mirror
And it's you when I don't pick up the phone
Sometimes you can't make it on your own
'Good thing it's Saturday!' Gar thought as Raven lifted her head. The tears had ceased and she just needed to be alone. "Thank you Gar, but I need to be alone."
"Are you sure?" he asked quietly, as he stood.
"Yes, dang it, now go!" she yelled. Quickly she regretted it, but did nothing.
"Yes ma'am!" He saluted and left his room quickly. He rushed to find his phone and grabbed it quickly when he found it. As he punched in numbers the thought of what to say. "Hey. This is Gar Logan. I don't know if you know who I am so I shall introduce myself. I am Garfield Mark Logan, self-proclaimed body guard of Raven Roth. What did you do to her?"
"Hello, Garfield. I am well aware of who you are. Why should I tell you my personal business?" Malchior answered. "Oh, don't bite!"
"Bite? I didn't bite you," Gar responded awkwardly.
"Of course you didn't! You don't even know where I am! My girlfriend . . . I mean . . ." Gar hung up right then.
"Gar . . ." Raven called.
We fight all the time
You and I...that's alright
We're the same soul
I don't need...I don't need to hear you say
That if we weren't so alike
You'd like me a whole lot more
"Here's your tea. Sorry it took so long. I had to run over to the mini mart next door," he smiled holding out the cup of greenish liquid to her.
She sat at his kitchen table and smiled, "It is fine. I didn't completely expect you to make it at all. I haven't exactly been the nicest guest," she stated in a very ashamed tone.
"Don't worry about it, Rae! You're my friend and friends don't care how friends act, if that makes any sense. I will always be here for you no matter how much you yell at me or roll your eyes at me. When you are having troubles, when you get engaged, when you have kids, and when you are on your death-bed, I will always be here for you. Always."
Raven thought about what he had said as she sipped her tea. Gar had gone to make some toast and get some soymilk.
Listen to me now
I need to let you know
You don't have to go it alone
And it's you when I look in the mirror
And it's you when I don't pick up the phone
Sometimes you can't make it on your own
/Two weeks later\\
"Look, Raven, I guess you aren't there right now. But I know this could be too soon. So you don't have to call me back or even look at me for at least a week. But I can't keep it in any longer." Gar began. He was talking to Raven's answering machine. But he didn't know that Raven sat in a chair listening intently to every word. "The feelings inside cant help but come out. I live, and breathe in hopes of one day you could love me as I love you, Rae. I hope this doesn't change our friendship at all, but I just had to tell you. And if you are sitting there listening to this just trying to torture me, pick up please. I am so nervous and maybe we can just laugh about this if you don't feel the same. And Rae . . ." his voice disappeared as the answering machine time was up.
I know that we don't talk
I'm sick of it all
Can - you - hear - me - when - I -
Sing, you're the reason I sing
You're the reason why the opera is in me...
Gar picked up his phone and dialed the same number over again, "I hate your stupid machine! I know you are there! Oh please answer! What more do you want me to say, Rae?" 'That if I say I love you, you will never leave me. You will always love me and be there for me just as you were when we were just friends.' She thought cleverly. "Look, if you say 'I love you' to me I will always love you. And hey, even if you don't say 'I love you' to me, I will still always love you. Is that enough? Please don't leave me hanging here. Please!" Gar begged. For the first time in weeks, Raven laughed and picked up the phone.
"Hey Gar," she said through laughs.
"Rae! You're there! You didn't happen to hear everything I have been saying over the past ten minutes did you?" he asked hopeful.
"Oh yes, every word," she continued to laugh.
Where are we now?
I've got to let you know
A house still doesn't make a home
Don't leave me here alone...
"So, what are you going to say? After I called you twice proclaiming my undying love for you, neither times you answered. What are you going to say?" he asked seriously in a joking way. (hehe)
"That if I could see you right now, I would be giving you a huge hug and kissing you until I couldn't kiss you anymore."
"Then come to your door and let me in! It is freezing out here!" he exclaimed into the phone.
She hung up on him and ran to the door. "Gar . . ." she whispered under her breath. "Come in," she invited.
"So how about that kiss?"
And it's you when I look in the mirror
And it's you that makes it hard to let go
Sometimes you can't make it on your own
Sometimes you can't make it
The best you can do is to fake it
Sometimes you can't make it on your own
I am done. FIN! Has anyone seen Pirates of The Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest? I have seen it twice! Tell me what you thunk of it!