I don't own Night World, but I do own "The Wait". (As in, I wrote it. Which is why it's not very... good...)

Jez and Morgead: SuperStar

Chapter 11

Jez POV

I signed the autographs and talked to my fans in a half-daze, thinking about Morgead. Thankfully, everything was all second nature to me now.

I finally battled through the horde and got in my car, waving as it left.

Some lyrics were swirling round my head, no doubt prompted by Morgead's return. I held onto them until I got back home.

It was quite late, so everyone was asleep. Claire usually came to all of my concerts, but she had some exams at school the next day so decided to leave this one out.

I ran upstairs as quickly and quietly as I could, and snapped on my bedroom light before ripping a piece of paper from my notepad and starting to write on it.

It took hours, but finally I managed to bring it all together. The melody wasn't sorted out; I would wait for everyone to be up before I fitted some chords to it, but the lyrics were just right.

V1
You look at me once,
And I try to figure how you feel,
Cause I'm not gonna be here forever,
No, I'm gonna fly away.

V2
I never had a home in my life,
Nothing to tie me down to one place
I'm gonna breakaway, if you don't say,
How do you feel? Cause,

Chorus
You keep looking at me,
As if you want to say it.
But if you don't say it soon,
I can't wait for you.

V3
Once upon you told me you told me,
You'd never leave me alone.
But I can't stay here forever;
I've got to go away.

V4
I'm not in control of my life
I'm fighting for any freedom, like a bird
Flying free from a fire that destroys
And I've got to do the same.

Bridge
Evenas I sing,
I know that you know,
It's about you,
Tell me what you want, cause,

Chorus

By the time I finished, the early dawn light was fighting for dominance over the artificial lights. Even though the night was over, I wasn't at all tired. I looked longingly at my guitar, then at the time.

The park would be open. I stood up and put my guitar in its case, slipping my notebook and some pens inside, too. I put on my favourite jumper and dragged the guitar case the stairs, trying to be as silent as possible.

It wasn't too cold outside, surprisingly. The roads were peaceful as I made my way through the blocks to the park.

It was deserted, just as I'd hoped, and I walked to a bench in the middle, which was more isolated than the rest, and started working on slowly putting the chords to the lyrics.

Morgead POV

I tried to open my door, without realising for several minutes that I hadn't put the key in the lock, then shook my head to try and clear it. I really needed to learn how to focus. As soon as I managed to open it, I stepped inside and flicked on the lights.

Strange how the rooms always reflected how I felt. Now, the colours showed hope like I'd never known before. In the painting, Jez was smiling as if she really cared about me.

But foremost was my piano.

I moved up to it and played a chord experimentally. It had just the right emotion. It just felt right again. Playing wouldn't feel empty any more.

Should I call her now? I thought. I got the piece of paper out and put it on the stand. I could see myself frowning in the reflection. Would it seem a bit eager? Not to mention she's probably tired after that performance.

I'll call her tomorrow.

Although, how I would be able to wait that long, I had no idea.

I start playing my piano.