Concrete Angle
(Vanessa's POV)
Ok so this is weird. My best friend who I haven't seen in almost eight years is back…and he's famous…I just cant believe it. Now I am here in their house eating dinner.
"So wait you guys knew my parents?" I asked.
"They were our best friends from high school." Denise said.
"Wow." I said.
"I am sorry that they had to go." They said.
"Its ok…" I said.
"Umm…may I asked how?" Nick asked.
"Nicholas!" They exclaimed.
"Sorry." Nick said.
"No, no its fine. To be honest I don't mind what you ask." I said. "My mom died of breast cancer and she didn't really want to take treatments. She said that if she was going to go anyway what was the point. My dad and I were in a car wreck, a drunk driver, and he didn't make it, so now I am with my step-mom and older step-sisters." I said.
"Oh." Was all Nick said.
"Yeah…bad thing was it was exactly one year after my mom died. We went to visit her grave and on our way home someone hit us." I explained.
"That stinks." Nick said.
"Yeah…but their watching over me right now." I said.
"Yeah…I'm glad to." He said.
"What was the date?" Joe asked quietly, I hate attention, but they ask and I answer.
"November 25th." I answered.
"Wow…that's around the corner huh?" Joe asked.
"Yeah…I think I am going to hold a ceremony though." I said. "I was still pretty young when I lost them, and I couldn't speak without crying…so I swore I would do something for them…" I explained.
"You should sing." Kevin said.
"I might." I admitted.
"Will you sing?" Nick asked.
"Maybe." I said.
"Come Nessa." Kevin said.
"Yeah please…." Joe begged, I looked at Denise and Paul.
"Hey I want to see if you sound like your mom and dad." They admitted.
"Fine…after dinner." I said.
"Deal." They said.
"By the way…this food is amazing." I said.
"Thank you." Denise said.
Soon we ate almost everything, and then we went to the music room, yeah they have one. It had a piano, guitar, bass, and drums, it was amazing.
"Ok now will you sing?" Nick asked.
"Yeah…" I said as I went and sat at the piano.
"Ok so I have a question." Kevin said.
"Yeah what is it?" I asked.
"Who wrote it?"
"I did."
"Ok start playing." He said and I did.
She walks to school with the lunch she packedNobody knows what she's holding backWearing the same dress she wore yesterdayShe hides the bruises with the linen and lace, ohThe teacher wonders but she doesn't askIt's hard to see the pain behind the maskBearing the burden of a secret stormSometimes she wishes she was never born
Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stoneIn a world that she can't rise aboveBut her dreams give her wings and she flies to a placeWhere she's loved concrete angel
Somebody cries in the middle of the nightThe neighbors hear but they turn out the lightA fragile soul caught in the hands of fateWhen morning comes it will be too late
Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stoneIn a world that she can't rise aboveBut her dreams give her wings and she flies to a placeWhere she's loved concrete angelA statue stands in a shaded placeAn angel girl with an upturned faceA name is written on a polished rockA broken heart that the world forgotThrough the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stoneIn a world that she can't rise aboveBut her dreams give her wings and she flies to a placeWhere she's loved concrete angel
I finished the song and I looked up…they sat there shocked.
"Umm…I write over what I know…and what I think needs to be changed and that's abuse." I explained.
"Your amazing." Nick and Joe said.
"I told you." Kevin said.
"Just like your parents…wrote for what they believe in is your dad and your voice if your moms." Denise said.
"Wow." Was all Paul said.
"Thanks…" I said.
"Do you still dance?" Denise asked.
"Umm…no ma'am not in a class room, after my dad died it was hard for my uh step-mom to take me…her girls had other things. But I still really enjoy it." I answered.
"Oh…maybe you could get back in." She said.
"I wish…I would have to wait till I get a car." I said.
"Maybe we could drive you…" She said.
"No I couldn't ask for that." I said.
"Well I want to go to the dance recitals, and you were REALLY good last time I checked." She said.
"Will you dance?" Kevin asked.
"Umm…" I said, I REALLY hate attention.
"Please…" They begged
"Umm…there is not enough room." I said.
"Then we'll go to the dance room." Kevin said.
"Umm…ok." I said as they led me to a room that was HUGE, it was like a ball room.
"Ok…umm…is there a CD player?" I asked.
"Right here." Kevin said leading me to it.
"Thank." I said as I got my bag and took out my CD, soon the song was on and I started to dance.(Dance is on the profile)
When I was finished Kevin handed me some water and I took it.
"Your amazing…" He said.
"Thanks." I said.
"Can you PLEASE let us take you to dance…I want to…shoot I want to pay for it." Denise said.
"No I cant let you…"
"Please it will make me SO happy…" She said, she got my weakness…I have to have people happy.
"Fine…" I said.
"Thanks…when does it start?" She asked.
"Next semester." I said.
Soon we were downstairs for desert, pumpkin pie, talking and laughing…now I knew everything will be alright.
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Hey sorry I havn't wrote in a while but I will have moe time...hopefully. Sooo....here it is, the song is called Conrete Angle by Martina Mcbride, and the dance is on my profile under feeling it is Another Cinderella Story, Soo...please read and review and tell me if I have any mistakes because I need to know your opinion and what you are thinking, and if you have ANY ideas for ANY kind of story...thanks again.