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Beautiful Nightmares
Chapter Six
"One more word. . . I swore I just saw it." Catty mumbled to herself, circling the individual letters of the final word she had to find in her book. This marked yet another word search book she finished from front to back.
"How's the searching of words coming along?" William asked her, he kept looking back occasionally to make sure the young popstar was still alright. He knew she was 110% sure she wanted to head far away from fame and fortune as possible - and he was doing his best to make that thought her reality. But he couldn't help feeling a tad paranoid in the process.
She smiled, "It's going, I just completed the last puzzle."
"Are you ready to stretch your legs a bit?" Her faithful chauffeur asked her.
Catty's eyes lit up, "You're actually gonna let me out of this vehicle?"
He smirked, "I suppose, but if you put it that way it might not be a good idea after all.
She near whined, "But William, please? Please? A ghoul's gotta stretch her limbs once every five hours." Of course she was exaggerating, but it still wouldn't hurt to get out and walk around.
"Alright fine, but it's only a couple more hours until we reach our overnight destination. Are you positive you can't wait?" After a glare, he decided to let her out and she hopped out so grateful for the breeze. There was something extra chilly about this evening, but it didn't bother her. She zipped up her hoodie and folded her arms over her chest.
Here we go! The moon is high, it's the witching hour, like a raging river come feel its power. The moon is full, blue in its glow, like a giant blizzard come feel it's cold. It's the witching hour, a time for magic, anything can happen if you try to imagine. Listen to the beat don't fear the power 'cuz tonight we're staying out until the witching hour!
The fast paced lyrics near blew Catty's mind, who was the creator of such a scary-cool tune? Her eyes widened as she hid behind a near-by tree. Chuckling at William covering his ears at the loud music, but she couldn't help but watch the show. Far enough away from the crowd to admire as any other on-lookers.
Let's cast a spell together, me and you. Dance in the moonlight, so blue. It's the witching hour and whatever you do, I'll always be fright there for you. For you. Yeah. . .
Magic moves in the rhythm, it'll reach out and grab ya, feel the magic like abracadabra. Magic emotion, you know we can live it, hot and devotion, I know you can give it. Now give it your all, just let yourself go, tonight is the night for a magical show. Music as power, I'll show you how, in the witching hour yeah the time is now!
She just couldn't help herself from dancing behind the tree where she was currently hiding. This ghoul's lyrics were crazy catchy. She enjoyed them so much! It was no wonder that the crowd did as well.
Let's cast a spell together, me and you. Dance in the moonlight, so blue. It's the witching hour and whatever you do, I'll always be fright there for you. For you. Yeah. . . Let's cast a spell together, me and you. Dance in the moonlight, so blue. It's the witching hour and whatever you do, I'll always be fright there for you. For you!
"Catty!" William whispered sharply, "We can't stay here, it's far too dangerous. You may be spotted."
She sighed, "But she's amazing! And her song is killer." She danced a little more until William gently but sternly brought her back to the vehicle. "Sorry, sorry. I got caught up, music is my heart."
William lightly sighed as Catty got in and they drove off quietly, to be undetected. "I know Catty, that's why part of me is un-sure that you really want to leave music forever."
She shook her head, "My intention never was to leave music forever. I'm label hunting, you could say. Waiting for a different label to listen to what I have to offer instead of what the industry wants me to. Did you know they wanted me to sing a song about butt? About the ghoul butt being so desirable, with nothing but the word butt thrown in there a few dozen times. I refused! I flat out refused because that is not music Will, that's most definitely not the music I want to give my fans. Or if that's the music my fans want, they can move along. I have my own sound and I want everyone to hear the real me, not the desperate superstar, but the popstar who finds herself." She let out a huge sigh, regaining her breath after such a rant.
William gave a smile, "Catty, I love your passion dear. It's very evident when you speak about it, and I'm glad that you're not giving it up forever - you do have such talent. Your fans deserve to know the real you. I'm very proud, your family would be too."
Catty gave a soft smile, it still hurt to think about her family - but she knew they would be proud. It was why she didn't want to do what the industry laid out for her, her home roots and family were why she didn't want to have her road paved for her. She wanted to make her own way. "Thanks Will, it means the world to me. And you too." She curled up, stretching out on the seat for a well-needed catnap.
They arrived at the hotel where they'd be spending the night, resting up for what was to come. "I'm not quite sure how this works. . . but we might as well give it a try." William held out the box of home permanent hair dye, although his eyes widened when there was a second box beside it. "Electric blue? Catty."
She grinned, "Just a streak, I promise!"
He sighed, shaking his own head as he pulled a chair over to the center of the room. "Come, sit. If we must get this over with." He pulled the gloves over and ready to get down to it.
"You've never done this before have you?" She asked him with a giggle. She hadn't really either, but she remembered her old friends used to dye each other's hair all the time. "You have to mix container a) with container b) and if there's heat generated - that's a good thing. Then you apply all over." She mixed the two containers, putting the applicator lid on and shaking it. She grabbed a towel from the bathroom and put it around her shoulders, sitting down on the chair. With a slick movement of her nail, the tip of the applicator nozzle was off and the dye was ready to be applied.
William shook his head, he knew this part was necessary if Catty didn't want to stick out like a sore thumb. It was important to keep her cover. She felt the cool temperature of the liquid leaking on her head, staining her hair almost instantly. It did burn a bit but it was deal-able. Ghouls always near-tortured themselves like this for beauty at one point or another. "Should I stop? Are you feeling pain? My apologies Catty."
"It's okay," She told him softly, "ghouls do this sort of thing all the time. It's just part of changing your look - it's fine. It burns a little but that's okay, I'm fine."
He sighed, proceeding to lather and soak her luscious pink locks in dark hair dye. It barely took another twenty minutes before it began to turn very dark. He wasn't sure of the whole thing but she knew what she was doing. Once he was done and had her hair held up in a clip, he pulled the gloves off, washing up and he took out a novel he bought recently, lying back on the bed, he began to read.
"I never even thought about you William," she spoke suddenly, turning in her seat to face him, despite having the book in front of his face, he heard her loud and clear. "I pulled you away from your own home. Everything in your life is put on hold for me."
He lowered the book, shaking his head. "No Catty, I don't have a wife or children who need me. I'm just by myself. You're not bothering me, I wouldn't have done this if I didn't want to. I care about you very much. Don't feel bad about running, you need this. I'm here for you no matter what." He gave her a soft smile before going back to his book.
"Thanks Will, you're the best." she said finally, breathing a sigh of relief. She realized it was now time for her to go rinse out her hair and tomorrow she'd wake up a brand new person. Well, at least she'd look the part.
Hi everyone! I certainly haven't forgotten about this story, it's just so hard to get time to sit down and write lately, but I'm still here! I hope the interest in this story is still present as well, but it's alright. I enjoy writing it regardless. I'd love to hear your thoughts though, thanks for reading!
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