*I do not own Divergent or any of its Characters. Or any of the songs displayed here.
Four Eaton November 8th
I look down at the body I ran into. I see the familiar blonde short hair. Stern look and punk attitude. Lynn.
"Hey...how are you here?" She looks me in the eye and rolls her own. I guess I came off as a dick.
"I took pictures for Six. I was one of the photographers who helped at her photo shoot. Not that you care." She seems mad.
"Shauna told me you were good, but I don't realize how good."
"Thanks." She mumbles. I see her eyeing the party and looking for someone. I wonder who?
"Did Shauna tell you about the party Saturday?"
"Nada." Her gaze still is on crowds of people. Looking for someone, but who?
"Yeah we are planning on having a party." I feel a hand clasp on my shoulder.
"Change of plans. Greetings Lynn."
"What Ezekiel?" I feel him shudder at his name.
"The Pit won't be open for a party. The girls called me to tell me they planned a ski trip instead." Skiing? When will I ever get to meet this girl!?
"Wipe that frown off your face Four. We will get your girl. You might just have to wait a little longer."
"Who?" Lynn seems interested.
"Beauty of Dauntless." Zeke states like its obvious. Her eyes go a bit wide.
"Interesting." The ends of her mouth tugs but she discreetly hides it.
"You can come skiing with us too. Oh why don't you bring one of your friends too."
"Oh that's sounds perfect. I know just the friend to bring." This time she dosent hide her grin.
"See ya both." Lynn then walks off hastily.
What's up with her?
Beatrice Prior
My head looks up to see who I bumped into. I look up expecting the worse. Seeing blue eyes and dark hair, but I don't.
I just see a pissed artist. His short bleached hair flips as he scoffs. I try to mumble an apology.
My heels drag as I gimp away.
I don't know why some part of me hoped it was Four. I knew I would have hated the fact of dealing with 'it'. While a small part of me wanted desperately to see him. His shadow like hair and gleaming blue eyes. The deep blue that transfers me to another universe. Twirling me in his soft, strong arms. The brush of his fingers on my cheek, tingling at the touch. His broad, muscular figure. Full of strength, but hiding his inside. His deep voice and kind gestures. Sweet and Tender words of his filling my ear.
But none of that will happen.
Because how could someone like him like me?
A damaged, afraid of intimacy, scrawny, weak, and short girl.
If he saw me he would realize his mistake. Then just feel stupid for even questioning me. Because he wouldn't want me.
No one will want me.
Beatrice Prior Monday, November 10th 3:23 AM
The Pit is dark and filled full of people. I have found myself trying to avoid Four.
But why?
If he and I just meet it would be better. Then he can stop looking for me. I can finally see him again. We could dance!
I can do it! I can tell Four that I am Dauntless Beauty! I will tell him!
Four stands in the other side of the room. His deep laugh fills the air as he talks with Zeke. The other Chasm members join in the laughing.
My feet make their way to him. Parting each person and moving towards him.
The person I long for. My missing piece.
My finger lurch out of my pocket and tap his shoulder. He swiftly turns around to face me.
I feel as if the room is clear that it's just us. Are we alone?
"Four it's me. I'm Dauntless Beauty." He stares at me for a moment and laughs. His voice seems more maleficent then ever.
"You? Your not the Dauntless Beauty." His voice and laugh roars in the Pit. My body just shrinks a thousand times smaller.
"I mean look at you? Your scrawny and apparently dumb to think I would believe you." I just deflate like a balloon.
"Seriously who would believe that you were the Dauntless Beauty?" I open my mouth to speak but nothing comes out. He finds my lack of speech amusing. I finally stammer out words.
"Bbbuut I aaam her." He eyes look straight at me with full disgust.
"Please your just a Slut! Hear that? Your a Slut!" My body crumples to the floor. Embedding my head into my knees. Arms locked around top.
"No one will ever want you! Your just a SLUT!" He voice roars and I feel my arms being cut. Nothing is touching me while my scar opens. Blood floods out from the deep engraving on my arm. While my eyes are Niagara Falls.
"SLUT!" No!
"Your just a SLUT!" No I'm not. Please stop.
"Who would want you SLUT!?" I feel the wet liquid of him spitting on me.
"SLUUUUUUUUUUT!"
My head jerks up from the bed. I shake and rock on the mattress tears spilling out and breathing heavily.
My sweat filled body clams to the sheets.
As my heart jumps in and out of my chest.
I continue to tremble as I whisper to myself.
"It was only a dream. It was only a dream. It was a dream. It was only a dream."
"Yeah, listen up
Hey, hey, never look back,
Dumb struck boy, ego intact
Look boy, why you so mad
Second guessin', but should've hit that
Hey Demi, you picked the wrong lover
Should've picked that one, he's cuter than the other
I just wanna laugh, cause you're tryna be a hipster
Kick him to the curb, take a Polaroid picture
But even if the stars and moon collide
I never want you back into my life
You can take your words and all your lies
Oh oh oh I really don't care
Even if the stars and moon collide
I never want you back into my life
You can take your words and all your lies
Oh oh oh I really don't care
Oh oh oh I really don't care" I sing to my iTunes. Demi's new song is really good.
Sweat drops from my forehead as I turn my iPod off. Water drips down my neck as I drink from the bottle. Chilling as it travels down, but then meets my sticky sweat.
Swinging my bag over my shoulders I walk out to the pool.
My eyes still sag and droop from the night. Bags underneath that could fit China inside.
The door creaks open as I slip into the changing room. Sliding on a one piece my clothes drop to the floor. My greasy hair is pulled into a bun as I walk to the diving board.
Pressing my feet on the board I leap into the water. Diving straight down, and swimming towards the lap area.
My hands gentle move back and forth as I swim a couple laps. Cooling off and refreshing me.
The clear water waves every time a I push. Gliding from edge to edge perfectly.
Each stroke soothing my pain. Relieving stress and anxiety by flowing from one end to another.
My eyes closed and relaxing from no sleep. My mind drifting of into an abyss.
That's when my ears pick up laughter.
Some lower and higher voices. I better get going.
I get to the edge and pull myself out. My arms grazes the concert on accident. I hitch my breath and mutter a profanity. Still I get up and pull a towel over. My bag swings over my shoulder as I slip on sandals.
By now the laughter has grown and turned into talking.
I get toward the door and I hear a voice behind me.
"Hey! Wait! I have a question for you!" Footsteps grow behind me and I move quickly. The patter of feet echoes in the hallway. I turn and slide by the vending machine. Just behind so I can see anyone. But they can't see me.
A figure brushes past and then stops ahead. He turns around and walks by me. Not seeing me I notice who it is.
Uriah.
From The Chasm.
"Whoever you are, Dauntless Beauty, please stop hiding. He's trying to find you." His voice is milled with concern and disappointment.
He knew it was me, but he thought he could find me.
"So how were your classes?"
"Terrible. One of teacher never shut up about her cats and we have finals!" Al throws his hands up in the air.
"It couldn't of been that bad."
"You don't know missy! You are so smart you already finished most of your classes." I shrug.
"I did most last year and in high school."
"Yeah well some of us aren't that smart. Sorry Erudite."
"Oh stop bothering her you drag queen." Lynn walks in from the hallway. In her hands is my mail.
"Then just get the mail don't read it. Gosh Assface much?" He swipes my mail from her and hands it to me.
"It's LadyAssface you Dipshit!" Lynn pokes his chest. They both recumbently lay on my couch. While I sit at the piano swiping through my mail.
My finger brush against the last envelope. I pull it out and slice the top open.
The return address is blank and the top was written sloppy. Inside is a neatly folder paper.
Brushing the creases out I unfold the paper to reveal one sentence.
Think you could leave, slut?
I quickly pull the letter into my pocket and avoid looking at my friends.
"Are you okay Tris?"
"Yeah Al I just got a bill to pay. Ya know they aren't always fun to see at first." I try to hide my discomfort and it seems to work. Both of them seem to buy my excuse and don't talk further about it.
"Before the room become anymore silent, Tris. Do you have any new songs?"
"I'm glad you asked I want your opinion on a new one."
"Yay yay!" Lynn bounces and says sarcastically.
"And you call me gay." Al mumbles receiving a Lynn death glare.
I don't listen to them I just start on the piano.
We'll do it all
Everything
On our own
We don't need
Anything
Or anyone
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me
And just forget the world?
I don't quite know
How to say
How I feel
Those three words
Are said too much
But not enough
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me
And just forget the world?
Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden
That's bursting into life
Let's waste time
Chasing cars
Around our heads
I need your grace
To remind me
To find my own
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me
And just forget the world?
Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden
That's bursting into life
All that I am
All that I ever was
Is here in your perfect eyes
They're all I can see
I don't know where
Confused about how as well
Just know that these things
Will never change for us at all
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me
And just forget the world?
I wrote this song thinking about Four. Part of me knows this will never come true, but a I can only hope. Hope that we could go to another universe where he and I could stay.
Where nothing matters and it's only us. A world where he sees me as Dauntless Beauty and I just get to see him. Leaving everything behind and forgetting the past.
Only if we could live in a moment. I would live in the moment we were dancing, not when we kissed. Just when we danced, because that's when I realized he was the part I was missing.
But that can't happen and it won't.
My thought is disturbed by clapping and crying. I turn to see both of them crying and clapping.
"It's Beautiful." Al chokes during sobs. Lynn tries to hide her tears but fail and just covers them with a pillow.
"Are you sure? Both of you are crying?"
"We are crying because it's so beautiful! And romantic!" They both yell at me. Then stare at each other realizing they said it at the same time.
"Bleeeecch!" They both squeal and gag. I just find myself laughing at their childishness.
Then a knock on my door echoes. I walk over to the door and open to find a tall, large package. Al and Lynn have wiped their tears away amid now peer over my shoulder.
"Good your mother sent your gear in time." Lynn says while Al carries the box inside.
"What? Gear? My mom? How? What?" I am underly confused.
"Don't be too worried. This weekend we are joking on a ski trip. So I called your mother and told her. Then she said she would ship your gear."
"That makes much more sense. So my mom must have told you I skied with her when I was little?"
"Yep she told us your okay on skis." Lynn grabs scissors and slices the tape open. Open the box small packing peanuts fly out. Inside I see my black skis and poles. With my red snow pants and black Northface jacket. As I pull out my items peanuts flutter towards the ground. Painting the floor with foam. Underneath those I see my black boots and ski boots. With a red colored hat and my sunglases.
"Damn! You gonna look hot! He will be drooling."
"Who is this he Al?"
"Four of course." He now is holding my jacket up examining it.
"I haven't told her who we are going with yet! You dipshit!" Lynn smacks the back side of his head. He winces in pain.
"I'm not going anymore."
"No! Tris she already told them she was brining you. Her friend Tris!"
"I guess you will have to tell them I'm sick."
"No! Your coming and that's that! He won't even be around you much. You have a hat and glasses. Your safe." I think about it for a moment.
He wouldn't have to know its me. I could still be around him to see him. It would be like my song. Being together and forgetting about everything else. He wouldn't know it's me so everything would be gone. No problems or issues. Just a fresh start.
"I will go." Both of them cheer and fist pump.
"Under my conditions. My name is Tris and I have to agree before you do anything that involves me."
"Fine but I get to decide what you wear!" Al is doing a winning dance. He prances in in a circle and Lynn leans in to me.
"He's a shit ton of crazy, and when you think you get to the bottom.
You don't because their is an underground garage of crazy." She whispers in my ear. Causing us to chuckle at him.
"Time to pack with the Drag Queen!"
Four Eaton Monday, November 10th. 3:35 PM
"I don't know where she went seriously man!"
"Well you keep screwing things up brother. Get it together!" Zeke yells.
"I will. I'm sorry I didn't catch her Four." Uriah is looking at me pleading for an okay.
All I can think out is her. Why she has run away of left. Before I thought she never heard me or knew that I was looking for her. But today I knew she heard Uriah.
Today she ran from us, she ran from me.
What did I do? Am I a bad person? Am I that mean that she doesn't like me? Did she loose interest after hearing it was me, Four?
What if she doesn't love me?
"Four snap out of it!" Zeke smacks my head.
"You looked like a kicked puppy! We will find her! In the mean time we are going to have some fun this weekend."
Beatrice Prior Tuesday, November 11th. 7:23 PM
I walk out in black skinny jeans and a gray long sleeve turtleneck. Al sits on the couch and has me twirl for him.
Al walks over to me and tap his chin.
"Needs so something? Hmmm... I have got it!" He rushes to the closet and hands me a loose sweater jacket/shall. The sweater is warm and it drapes down on me. The sweater is white with black and grey designs. The typical winter sweater print.
"Perfect next outfit!"
He scurries me back into my room. Then tosses me the next outfit.
I slip on the light blue long sleeve shirt. The warm knit of it warms my shoulders. Then I pull up the dark wash jeans and the tan flats.
Even if Al didn't give me a scarf I still pull on a tan scarf. Then walk out and twirl for him.
He claps madly and jumps up and down.
"Perfect! Now you get to decide between all the different outfits which you want to bring."
"Fine Al but now I need o change for Tori and I to record."
"Then go girlie! Go change girlie!
I wave Al off and change to red skinny jeans and a black sweater. Slipping on black boots I grab my car keys.
"You coming Lord Dipshit?"
"Of course My Lady!" He runs up to me and we walk out the door. I lock the door behind me and make my way to the car.
Once I open the door to the outside a cold breeze hits me. For November the temperature has been quite cold. I'm surprised it hasn't snowed.
"We should have gotten jackets. It feels like December."
"We won't be out too long, just to car and studio."
I don't know, it's just something about ya
Got me feeling like I can't be without ya
Anytime someone mention your name
I be feeling as if I'm around ya
Ain't no words to describe you baby
All I know is that you take me high
Can you tell that you drive me crazy?
Cause I can't get you out my mind
Thinkin of ya when I'm goin to bed
When I wake up think of ya again
You are my homie, lover and friend
Exactly why
You light me up inside
Like the 4th of July
Whenever your around
I always seem to smile
And people ask me how
Well your the reason why
I'm dancing in the mirror and singing in the shower
Ladade ladada ladada
Singing in the shower
Ladade ladada ladada
Singing in the shower
All I want, all I need is your lovin
Baby you make me hot like an oven
Since you came you know what I've discovered
Baby I don't need me another
No, no all I know (know)
Only you got me feelin so (so)
And you know that I have to have ya
And I don't plan to let you go
Thinkin of ya when I'm goin to bed
When I wake up think of ya again
You are my homie, lover and friend
Exactly why
You light me up inside
Like the 4th of July
Whenever your around
I always seem to smile
And people ask me how
Well your the reason why
I'm dancing in the mirror and singing in the shower
Ladade ladada ladada
Singing in the shower
Ladade ladada ladada
Singing in the shower
(Water)
They ain't no guarantee
But I'll take a chance on we
Baby let's take our time
(Singing in the shower)
And when the times get rough
There ain't no given up
Cause it just feels so right
(Singing in the shower)
Don't care what others say
If I got you I'm stray
You bring my heart to life yeah
You light me up inside
Like the 4th of July
Whenever your around
I always seem to smile
And people ask me how
Well your the reason why
I'm dancing in the mirror and singing in the shower
Ladade ladada ladada (hey)
Singing in the shower
Ladade ladada ladada
You got me singing in the shower
Ladade ladada ladada
Singing in the shower
Ladade ladada ladada
You know who this is about and I won't have to explain because you get it. You know I have fallen for something I can't have.
"That was wonderful Tris! Can I ask do you have a boyfriend?"
"Uh, no I don't Tori. Why?" I scratch the back of my head and look down.
"Oh it's just if you did we would have to put him under press watch. But then who is this about?" I answer before Al has a chance to.
"It's about this guy I met at a dance. I haven't seen him since and I had an amazing night with him."
"Sounds like Cinderella to me."
"You wouldn't believe how much it is." I mumble but Tori catches part of it.
"What's that Tris?"
"Oh! I just wanted to know if you wanted to hear another song. Bud and I made the most of it we just are ready for you to hear it."
"Definitely what's this one?" She starts writing on her notepad.
"It's called Evacuate The Dancefloor. Except I wrote a male part, so could you find someone to sing that for me?"
"Sing it for me then I will decide." She is now recording with her phone or something like that.
Then Bud presses one of the buttons and my track starts.
Oh, turn up the music, let's get out on the floor
I like to move it, come and give me some more
Watch me getting physical, out of control, ah, ah, ah,
There's people watching me, ah, I never miss a beat
Steal the night, kill the lights, feel it under your skin
Time is right, keep it tight 'cause it's pulling you in
Wrap it up, you can't stop 'cause it feels like an overdose
(Feels like an overdose, like an overdose)
Oh, oh, evacuate the dance floor
Oh, oh, I'm infected by the sound
Oh, oh, stop, this beat is killing me
Hey Mr. DJ, let the music take me underground
Oh, oh, evacuate the dance floor
(Everybody in the club)
Oh, oh, I'm infected by the sound
Oh, oh, stop, this beat is killing me
(Everybody in the club)
Hey Mr. DJ, come burn this place right down to the ground
Oh, my body's aching, system overload, overload
Temperature's rising, I'm about to explode
Watch me, I'm intoxicated, take in the show, ah
It's got me hypnotized, ah, everybody step aside
Still the night, kill the lights, feel it under your skin
Time is right, keep it tight 'cause it's pulling you in
Wrap it up, you can't stop 'cause it feels like an overdose
(Feels like an overdose, like an overdose)
Oh, oh, evacuate the dance floor
Oh, oh, I'm infected by the sound
Oh, oh, stop, this beat is killing me
Hey Mr. DJ, let the music take me underground
Oh, oh, evacuate the dance floor
(Everybody in the club)
Oh, oh, I'm infected by the sound
Oh, oh, stop, this beat is killing me
(Everybody in the club)
Hey Mr. DJ, come burn this place right down to the ground
Come on and evacuate, feel the club is heating up
Move on and accelerate, push it to the top
Come on and evacuate, feel the club is heating up
Move on and accelerate, you don't have to be afraid
Now guess who's back with a brand new track?
They got everybody in the club going mad
So everybody in the back
Get your back up off the wall and just shake that thang
Go crazy, yo lady, yo baby
Let me see you wreck that thang
Now drop it down low, low
Let me see you take it to the dance floor, yo
Everybody in the club
(Evacuate the dance floor)
Everybody in the club
(I'm infected by the sound)
Everybody in the club
(Stop, this beat is killing me)
Hey Mr. DJ, let the music take me underground
Oh, oh, evacuate the dance floor
Oh, oh, I'm infected by the sound
Oh, oh, stop, this beat is killing me
Hey Mr. DJ, let the music take me underground
Oh, oh, evacuate the dance floor
(Everybody in the club)
Oh, oh, I'm infected by the sound
Oh, oh, stop, this beat is killing me
(Everybody in the club)
Hey Mr. DJ, come burn this place right down to the ground
This song was inspired by me dancing. When I dance no one can stop me. I just get in a flow. It only ends when I want it to.
When I dance it feels like music speaks to me. Flowing right to my soul and bringing peace. Even when I am at my worst. Music fixes me.
"Hell yeah I will sing with her! Six your song is amazing!" I hear a male voice coming from the phone. Now I realize Tori had it on speaker phone. She was showing an artist the song and she wanted them to sing the part.
"Alright Zeke we will have you come down to the recording studio sometime. Then both of you record." Zeke from the Chasm. I feel a little dizzy.
"See ya soon Six! Bye Tori!" The phone call is ended and I just stand in shock.
"Tris breath you look like a ghost." Al say between page flips. He's currently reading the newest Vogue.
I take in a deep breath and move on to singing.
I just keep on singing.
Four Eaton Wednesday, November 12th.
Tomorrow we leave for our ski trip. All of us finished finals today and have the next two weeks off.
Zeke and I are finishing packing for the trip. Zeke is still booming about his song with Six.
"Dude it was a great song. She can really sing!" I now am packing all my sweaters in the bag. Colorado is cold right now and they already have a lot of snow.
"So your rapping for her?"
"Yeah I record today with her. Right after we record our songs."
"Have you met her?"
"No, but Tori says she's awesome." I zip up my bag and set it off my bed.
"You ready for this weekend?" I plop on his bed as he throws in pants.
"Yeah I am looking foreword to the hot tub too!" I raise my eyebrows at him.
"You mean you want to see Shauna in a bikini?"
"I thought that was implied with the hot tub?" He shrugs.
"So who's all going anyway?" I fold his shirts since he won't.
"You, me, Will, Uriah, Christina, Marlene, Shauna, uhhh Al, Lynn, oh and Lynn's friend. Her name is Tris." Tris. Why does that sound familiar?
"Have you met this Tris?"
"Nope." He says popping the p.
"Zeke she could be a total bitch or worse hitting on me the whole time." He shrugs.
"Lynn says she's really cool. Also wouldn't you know if she's a bitch? You did see her butt." Oh that's why the name is familiar. She's our neighbor.
"Oh her."
"Why do you say it like that." I comb my fingers through my hair.
"Ya see I kind of pissed her off." He stops packing and glares at me.
"What did you do? Please tell me you didn't make a remark."
"I told her she had nothing to be embarrassed about her butt." I try to smile innocently but Zeke doesn't take it.
"I hope she forgets that. Or leaves it behind her, because I don't need cocky Four and a pissed girl." He closes his bag and zips it shut.
"Ready?"
"Yeah let's go."
I'll be your light, your match, your burning sun,
I'll be the bright, and black, that's making you run.
And I feel alright, and we'll feel alright,
'Cause we'll work it out, yeah we'll work it out.
I'll be doin' this, if you ever doubt,
'Til the love runs out, 'til the love runs out.
I'll be your ghost, your game, your stadium.
I'll be your fifty thousand clapping like one
And I feel alright, and I feel alright,
'Cause I worked it out, yeah I worked it out.
I'll be doin' this, if you ever doubt,
'Til the love runs out, 'til the love runs out.
I got my mind made up and I can't let go.
I'm killing every second 'til it sees my soul.
I'll be running, I'll be running,
'Til the love runs out, 'til the love runs out.
And we'll start a fire, and we'll shut it down,
'Til the love runs out, 'til the love runs out.
There's a maniac out in front of me.
Got an angel on my shoulder, and Mephistopheles.
My momma raised me good, momma raised me right.
Momma said "do what you want, say prayers at night",
And I'm saying them, cause I'm so devout.
'Til the love runs out, 'til the love runs out, yeah.
I got my mind made up and I can't let go.
I'm killing every second 'til it sees my soul.
I'll be running, I'll be running,
'Til the love runs out, 'til the love runs out.
And we'll start a fire, and we'll shut it down,
'Til the love runs out, 'til the love runs out.
Ooh, we all want the same thing.
Ooh, we all run for something.
Oh for God, for fate,
For love, for hate,
For gold, and rust,
For diamonds, and dust.
I'll be our light, your match, your burning sun,
I'll be the bright and black that's making you run.
I got my mind made up and I can't let go.
I'm killing every second 'til it sees my soul.
I'll be running, I'll be running,
'Til the love runs out, 'til the love runs out.
And we'll start a fire, and we'll shut it down,
'Til the love runs out, 'til the love runs out.
I'll be your light, your match, your burning sun,
I'll be the bright and black that's making you run.
And I feel alright, and we'll feel alright,
'Cause we'll work it out, yeah we'll work it out.
And we'll start a fire, and we'll shut it down,
'Til the love runs out, 'til the love runs out.
'Til the love runs out.
Another song written about her. Why can't a I stop thinking about her, one reason: she made me feel not broken.
As I child Marcus, my "father", abused me. He abused me because he found out that I was not his child.
My mom left me at a young age and he grew suspicious. Later he found that she left to be with another man. That's when he knew the other man was my father. From then on Marcus would beat me. As he called it "For your own good."
That's why I chose the name Four. Because those four words taunt my life.
I look up from the mic and see a person sitting with Tori. All four of us open the door and sit down by Tori. I get a better look of the person sitting with her now.
The girl has her hair pulled in a black beanie. I can't see what color her hair is then. She is wearing sunglasses too so her eyes are blocked. Otherwise she is wearing a pink loose sweater and black jeans. Her necklace has a six on it too. She keeps hiding her face.
She's Six.
"Guys I would like you to meet Six. Six this is Zeke, Uriah, Will, and Four." She extends her hand and shakes each of ours.
When her hand touches mine I feel this course of electricity. It electrify a my whole body, and leave when I let go.
I am in shock by what I just felt.
Why did I feel that?
"It's an honor to sing for you Six." Zeke tells her. She just just smiles at him.
"Alright let's go record!" Zeke shouts and they both walk into the recording room.
She sits down on a stool farthest from Zeke. Then faces the wall and adjusts her mic. Bud presses the music to start and he starts working. As she sets her glasses down.
Oh, turn up the music, let's get out on the floor
I like to move it, come and give me some more
Watch me getting physical, out of control, ah, ah, ah,
There's people watching me, ah, I never miss a beat
Steal the night, kill the lights, feel it under your skin
Time is right, keep it tight 'cause it's pulling you in
Wrap it up, you can't stop 'cause it feels like an overdose
(Feels like an overdose, like an overdose)
Oh, oh, evacuate the dance floor
Oh, oh, I'm infected by the sound
Oh, oh, stop, this beat is killing me
Hey Mr. DJ, let the music take me underground
Zeke's mouth has dropped by now. He thought most of this was auto tuned. While she is impeccable live. I only heard her sing at the faction off, but never like this.
Oh, oh, evacuate the dance floor
(Everybody in the club)
Oh, oh, I'm infected by the sound
Oh, oh, stop, this beat is killing me
(Everybody in the club)
Hey Mr. DJ, come burn this place right down to the ground
Oh, my body's aching, system overload, overload
Temperature's rising, I'm about to explode
Watch me, I'm intoxicated, take in the show, ah
It's got me hypnotized, ah, everybody step aside
Still the night, kill the lights, feel it under your skin
Time is right, keep it tight 'cause it's pulling you in
Wrap it up, you can't stop 'cause it feels like an overdose
(Feels like an overdose, like an overdose)
Oh, oh, evacuate the dance floor
Oh, oh, I'm infected by the sound
Oh, oh, stop, this beat is killing me
Hey Mr. DJ, let the music take me underground
Oh, oh, evacuate the dance floor
(Everybody in the club)
Oh, oh, I'm infected by the sound
Oh, oh, stop, this beat is killing me
(Everybody in the club)
Hey Mr. DJ, come burn this place right down to the ground
Come on and evacuate, feel the club is heating up
Move on and accelerate, push it to the top
Come on and evacuate, feel the club is heating up
Move on and accelerate, you don't have to be afraid
Now guess who's back with a brand new track?
They got everybody in the club going mad
So everybody in the back
Get your back up off the wall and just shake that thang
Go crazy, yo lady, yo baby
Let me see you wreck that thang
Now drop it down low, low
Let me see you take it to the dance floor, yo
She sways to her music and holds the ear muffs to one ear.
Everybody in the club
(Evacuate the dance floor)
Everybody in the club
(I'm infected by the sound)
Everybody in the club
(Stop, this beat is killing me)
Hey Mr. DJ, let the music take me underground
Oh, oh, evacuate the dance floor
Oh, oh, I'm infected by the sound
Oh, oh, stop, this beat is killing me
Hey Mr. DJ, let the music take me underground
Oh, oh, evacuate the dance floor
(Everybody in the club)
Oh, oh, I'm infected by the sound
Oh, oh, stop, this beat is killing me
(Everybody in the club)
Hey Mr. DJ, come burn this place right down to the ground
I start clapping with Will and Uriah. Then Six puts on her sunglasses and turns towards Bud. While Zeke opens the door and walks out to us.
"Tori you said she was amazing! Amazing doesn't even begin to describe her."
"I'm glad you liked that. Her part is done and I'm glad to say yours is too. Thank you for actually rehearsing."
"Well since we are leaving for vacation I kind of had to."
"Were are you guys going? You never told me." I see Six walk out of the studio and go next to Bud. She pulls up a head phone to her ear and smiles at Bud.
Where have I seen that smile?
"Come over here Tori. Tris and I have a surprise for you." Tori gives Bud a questioning look and makes her way over to him. She pulls the head phone up to her ears and smiles. Her grin is a mile wide. Then she smacks Six on the shoulder.
"Why didn't I hear about this?" She exclaims. Six just shrugs and Tori waves us over.
She hands me the head phone and I hear her singing.
I don't quite know
How to say
How I feel
Those three words
Are said too much
But not enough
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me
And just forget the world?
Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden
That's bursting into life
It's beautiful. The song speaks a message. I can tell it's written about someone, someone she loves. Part of me cringes at the thought of that, but I don't know why.
Uriah steals the headphone from me and listens.
"Colorado." I say answering Tori form earlier.
"Colorado. Six has a concert next week in Colorado." Immediately Six looks up from where she was and stares at Tori.
"I knew I forgot to tell you something." Tori mumbles. Then tries to grin innocently at Six.
With her glasses on I can barely tell but I notice she's pissed. So the grin doesn't help.
Six instead of blowing up walks out into the hallway.
I open the door and see her pacing in deep thought. I can't tell what is She sees me looking and stops.
Quickly she turns around and walks right past me into the room. Tori looks at her puzzled and doesn't understand.
Six sits down and grabs a paper and pen. She starts writing down and then shows Tori the paper. I get a glance of it.
Cause you are the piece of me I wish I didn't need
Chasing relentlessly, still fight and I don't know why
If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy?
If our love's insanity, why are you my clarity?
"I thought you were going to flip on me! Instead you start writing another song! Is she great or what?"
"I agree with Tori, Six you are extraordinary." Will tells her. Six blushes at his comment.
Their is something about her. A pang of jealousy hits me when I think of her with someone and she is familiar. I can't put my finger on it but I know her.
"We would love to stay but we have a flight tomorrow." Will wisely says. I am getting tired.
"Bye Tori and Bud, bye Six." They all wave at us when we walk out.
When I open the doors to outside the deep cold air hits me. I shiver inside of my jacket.
"She must not want anyone to know her identity. She kept hiding her face."
"I know. She faced opposite of me when she took her sunglasses off. It's like she was hiding." Zeke replies to Wills comment.
I try to open the door to our Mustang. The door is locked.
"Who forgot the keys?"
"You did Four! Your driving!" Uriah yells at me. I look back to him shivering.
Running back inside I grab the keys from the recording room. After I snatch the keys I hear footsteps in the hallway. Hurrying to the car I stop dead in my tracks.
In the parking lot I see it.
Or should I say her.
She is wearing a large red coat that covers most of her, except her hair. The long blonde locks fall down her back. Shaping her petite figure and highlighting her.
I gape at my sight and rush towards her. She has already gotten into to car and turned it on.
My footsteps quicken and I hope she turns towards me. So I can get a glance at her face. So I can at least know what she looks like fully. I may not be happy without not meeting her again, but seeing her face may make it bearable.
By the time I make it near her she has pulled away.
All I see is her red Volkswagen Beatle drive off.
Beatrice Prior Thursday, November 13th. 9:45
I have an issue
What's the issue? We are on our way to the airport. Lord Dipshit had trouble choosing his shirt.
I may have lost my voice.
WHAT!
I think it was nerves and sometimes singing without water
Tris you better get well soon
I know I know
We are here! Where are you?
By the Gate.
Coming.
I pull up my peach Northface hoodie and slip on sunglasses. I decide peach Uggs and leggings too. Comfortable clothes for the place ride. Waiting for them I plug my ear buds in and listen to some music. I find it hard not to sing along.
The airport seems to be busy; as it always is. Men on business trips, mothers carrying their children, students visiting home, and family's on vacation. Each body floods in and finds it way out. While I sit here watching them endlessly.
I see a child drop it's toy and I almost call out to the mother. Till a woman snatches it up and hands the boy his toy. His face lights up and the mothers sighs in relief. I feel a gleam of happiness for the woman's kindness onwards the little stranger.
Then I feel pressure on my shoulder. I turn to see Al resting his head on my shoulder.
I turn around and hug him tightly. He repeats the action and in addition steal one of my ear buds. We stand their together listening to We are Young.
Lynn comes up to me and gives me puzzling look.
"Prove it."
"Prove what? What does she have to prove?" Behind her Uriah asks. By him is the girls from the Faction off and the rest of The Chasm.
"Tris said she lost her voice. And I want her to prove it." Even if she can't see my glare I still have one. I lean in towards her ear and speak.
"I lost my voice." My voice comes out quiet, raspy, airy, and terrible. It cracked every second.
"I BELIEVE YOU! Just don't do that again you sound like your from a horror movie." Uriah and Zeke laugh while I punch her shoulder.
"I believe she was trying to tell you shut up." Al my new interpreter tells her. I nod in agreement.
"So your Tris?" A blonde girl that looks similar to Lynn asks. She must be Shauna Lynn's sister. I nod at her question.
"I thought you weren't real! I figured we would show up and you would be imaginary! Lynn having friends, never expected it!" Uriah exclaims. I start to silently laugh now. Al just stands next to me supporting me and laughing too.
Lynn's face has now gotten full of anger and bright red. She has started to stomp away.
I pause from laughter and point towards Lynn. Al gets my gesture and yells to her.
"Cccccc. Tris calling Lady Assface. I repeat calling Lady Assface, over. Cccc." Al holds his hand to his mouth. As if he had a walkie-talkie.
Lynn stops and starts laugh with us. She walks back and rests on me. By now I have tears coming out of my eyes.
"I feel like we are missing something here. Who's Lady Assface?" Zeke asks, while the others stand their confused.
One for us acting like this and two for not understanding why it's so funny.
"Meet you royal highness Mil Lady Assface." Al gestures at Lynn as she bows.
"Also before you question us later. Meet Lord Dipshit." Al bows too.
"Then what's Tris?" Shit! I can feel the grins on my friends faces.
"I completely and utterly hate you Lord Dipshit. Except I believe we must work together to come up with a name for Tris here." Four I really like you, but your comment could have been spared.
"Since she is speechless I dub this the perfect timing." I groan in anger. Then take my earbud back and lift my carryon. I walk toward the nearby cart with four bags on it. I toss the carryon on top and start pushing.
"Oh My God! I tried bring more then two but they wouldn't let me! You must love clothing and so do I!" I recognize the squeal from Christina. The girl I met at the Masquerade.
"Sorry Christina shes not like that. It's mostly ski gear." Lynn was partially right. It's gear, Six clothes, and all the shit Al made me pack.
I continue to push the cart and I find it hard too. I may have muscle but not this much.
"Let me help you." The deep voice surprises me. Then his hands on the cart makes my breath hitch. Four pushes the cart as if it nothing and I am speechless. Pun not intended.
"Time to deal with baggage check. So far we haven't been stopped but that will end here." Zeke states. I guess their fans are every ware.
Four continues to move my cart to the normal are but I stop I push it over the special flyers line. Which is empty at the current moment.
"Whoa Tris what are you doing?" Uriah asks.
I pull out a lanyard and flash it to him. The lanyard means that I have higher access to things. It states that I am in first class and also I have requirements.
The officer stationed at the booth helps me lift my luggage. They fit in the machine and come out clean. He then gives the luggage to another man who takes it for me. I pull off all my metal items and shoes and give them to the officer. Then I take out a piece of paper telling him that the machine will go off when I walk through.
When Eric engraved the word into my shoulder he broke the blade. The tip of it still sits inside of my arm now. The doctor didn't remove it because it's In between two two vital blood vessels. By removing it then one vessel would get cut. Meaning I would bleed to death in seconds.
So like usual I beep when I pass through the machines. My friends look at me concerned looks. Neither of them even know about my scar or Eric for that matter.
The officer waves his wand over me. I'm clean beside my shoulder and he asks me to prove the papers. I slide my shoulder down and he sees the carving.
His face is full of pity towards me and I brush it off. Then he let's me out and I sit down waiting for the others.
I plug in my earbuds and listen to music. I listen to The Chasms Best Day. Of My Life.
I had a dream so big loud. I jumped so high I touched the clouds.
Sitting on the bench I close my eyes. His voice is amazing and I could listen to it every day.
On my shoulder I feel my sweatshirt being moved. Abruptly I jump up and smack the face of whoever touched me.
Uriah stands hand on his cheek from me smacking him.
"Ow! I just wanted to know why you showed your shoulder?" He squeaks at me. While behind him the others laugh at him.
"Tris says leave it alone. She will tells us when she can talk." Thank you Al for being my interpreter.
Taking out my earbuds I stuff them in my pocket. Then walk towards our plane check in.
"So what seats do we all have?" A girl named Marlene asks. I poke ALS shoulder and he looks at me. I try to tell him that I exchanged their tickets and bought us all first class.
So I point to me.
"Guys it's trying to communicate. Um I?" I nod and rub my thumb and two fingers together. Meaning money or bought.
"I money?" I shake my head.
"I love charades! Is it I bought?" I nod at Zeke. Then point to each person.
"You bought each of us something?" I nod and make a one with my fingers. Then I stretch my arms out like a plane.
"You bought us first class tickets!?" Christina squeals and I nod. Then her arms wrap around me.
I can't breath!
"Christina stop it your scaring her!" Lynn yells at her and she let's go. Then I take in a deep breath and sigh.
Then pull the tickets out of my pocket and each of them one.
"This is very nice of you Tris. You didn't have too, I'm sure they costed a lot." Shauna tells me and I wave it off.
"She says 'don't worry about it. It's the least I can do for inviting me.'" Al says it in a girly voice. The other laugh at his joke while Lynn whispers in my ear.
"His Drag Queen is showing." I nod at her and Al apparently heard that because he clear his throat. In might I add a very manly way.
When we all get on the plane I notice Four stiffen. He movements are direct and precise. Is he afraid of flying? Heights?
I find my seat and I lay down an plug in my earbuds. Airplanes are nothing to me.
From traveling for dance competitions with my mom I got used to them.
Turning to my side I see Four is next to me. The light turns on for seat belts and we both buckle ours.
He looks rigid and stiff. He's afraid of something with flying.
When we are ascending into the air his fists clench. Turning his knuckles white.
I drastically reach out my hand to his. I unfold his fist and slip my hand inside.
Once again fireworks emit and warmth flows through me. His calloused and smooth hand against my palm. I interlace our fingers and stare straight ahead.
I can feel his pulse slow down now and demeanor lessen. Then the light turns off and I let go of our hands.
Unbuckling my seat I see him staring at me. His face reads confusion. In what I did and his feelings.
I look up at Four and mouth one sentence before laying down to sleep.
Sometimes all you need is a distraction to be not afraid.
* As I told some I had a lot of work with school. I had about 7 tests so far and a couple essays. You all are really lucky right now. I posted this instead of reading my book for English. So that's my plan now to read and write an essay over the chapters. Fun, I know! :(
Otherwise I love the feed back for this story! When I get an email about this I light up so much! It sometimes makes my day!
So I have found out working on other stories of mine gets me out of writers block. So I have been rotating between these two stories and a new one I have been working on.
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The Bucket List
Month. At most is 31 days, 744 hours, 44,640 minutes, and 2,678,400 seconds.
That's all I have before my life ends.
Astrocytoma. One word, five syllables, eleven letters, and a life time of pain.
Ever since I was ten years old it decided where I would be, what I wanted to do, and how I felt.
That's what cancer does it takes over.
All I have now is a month to complete The Bucket List.
So what did you think? It's been in my head since I started FFS I just finally thought I should start it.
Please give me feed back my Darlings! Love all of you! *MT
