Musical Closure Chapter 8 The Hell Trip, a twilight fanfic

A/N:

ME: I own my beyond repair journal full of my stories.

JOURNAL: help me!! I need…

ME: Well, crap… I thought the life support would help… Damn tape….

TWILIGHT: IM the coolest, cause Stephenie Meyer made me!!

ME: Yep. Unfortunately it wasn't me..

Chapter 8- The Hell Trip

"You guys! We go on in 5 minutes! That means you Iz!" Jared yelled out.

"Ok Jared." I yelled back. Today was our first gig since graduation, at the Black Angels café. We had all moved into the condo by now, paying with the money we received from our gigs. (Lemme tell you that's it is a LOT.) I and Nixon shared a nice, spacious room that looked a lot like our old room. We later found that the same interior decorator was used for the two places. The guys shared a bigger room together as well.

I looked at myself in the mirror. An emerald and black corset with a matching skirt that brought out the hazel tints in my eyes. (Picture on Profile) Black razor straight hair with maroon red highlights. Black fishnet tights. Black eyeliner, black mascara, and red lipstick. Thinner, somewhat more mature face. A leaner body. 3 inches taller due to the black stilettos that I wore, something that would've put me in a coma a year ago.

How different I look now. Black instead of colorful clothes. Makeup. Dyed hair. Thinner body. More mature looks. And my personality. Good god. Don't get me started…

"IZZY!!! Come on! We're on in 30 seconds!" Elliot called out. Crap. I brushed my hair quickly, and ran to the stage. The curtains flew up. It was opening night for the Black Angels café, and boy was it full house. Amazing.

"Good evening Montreal! How are you tonight?!" I said into the mic. This was the exhilarating part of performing. The nerves, the nervousness, the thrill of being on the stage. It was like you were flying. I guess you could compare it to getting high off crack or something. I really wouldn't know myself. I may drink underage and all once in a while, but I don't do drugs. I'm not that crazy.

"Let's start this!" I said, after the crowd clapped and hooted and shouted. Nixon rang a little bell she had on the drum set. She stopped, just as Elliot and Hunter came in with their part. After a minute or two, she joined them with the rums as well. Here goes nothing. (Song by Hey Monday- Homecoming)

"Homecoming, I'm coming
My sweet mistake
Summer's over
Hope it's not too late

I'm pacing, impatient
Up in my head
Taken back to the sidewalk
Where we met

And carved out our names
Do you remember that?

I'm coming home, I'm coming home
Did you take off while I was gone?
I missed it all, I messed you up
I missed you
I'm coming home
I wanna know
When all the leaves begin to fall
If I'm falling, falling apart
For you

Descending, I'm spinning
Lost all defense
How could you swallow me again?

I left you, I meant to
Couldn't let you in
Nevermind a single word I said

Carve out your name
Do you remember that?

You've got control of me
Is this the end of me?
'Cause I just can't cut up the strings
I'm coming back for more
Don't let your heart go
Please don't walk away

Homecoming, I'm coming
I'm coming back

We stopped momentarily as the crowd applauded. I felt amazing. As if there was not a cloud in the sky. As if all was good. If only it lasted.

"Want another one you guys?" I said into the mic as Hunter got his mic ready for the duo we were going to sing. I let the crowd shout and clap and whistle.

"Well, then I guess you'll get another one!"

I made my way to my portable piano that had been set up earlier, along with the extra mic. I started the song off with my piano. I took a deep breath. (Evanescence- Bring me to life)

Bella / Hunter/ Both

"How can you see into my eyes like open doors
Leading you down into my core where I've become so numb
Without a soul
My spirit sleeping somewhere cold
Until you find it there and lead
It back homeWake me up
Wake me up inside
I Can't wake up
Wake me up inside
Save me
Call my name and save me from the dark
Wake me up
Bid my blood to run
I Can't wake up
Before I come undone
Save me
Save me from the nothing I've become

Now that I know what I'm without
You can't just leave me
Breathe into me and make me real
Bring me to life

Wake me up
Wake me up inside
I Can't wake up
Wake me up inside
Save me
Call my name and save me from the dark
Wake me up
Bid my blood to run
I Can't wake up
Before I come undone
Save me
Save me from the nothing I've become
Bring me to life

I've been living a lie there's nothing inside

Bring me to life

Frozen inside without your touch without your love
Darling only you are the light among the dead

All of this time I can't believe I couldn't see
Kept in the dark but you were there in front of me
I've been sleeping a thousand years it seems
Got to open my eyes to everything
Without a thought without a voice without a soul
Don't let me die here
There must be something more
Bring me to life

Wake me up
Wake me up inside

I Can't wake up
Wake me up inside
Save me
Call my name and save me from the dark
Wake me up
Bid my blood to run
I Can't wake up
Before I come undone
Save me
Save me from the nothing I've become
Bring me to life

I've been living a lie there's nothing inside

Bring me to life. "

I took a deep breath. I look around at my family. Hunter grinning like a fool, Elliot smirking, and Nixon smiling a sly smile. What has she got up her sleeve, that sneaky little girl…

We all went to the very front of the stage. We held hands, and bowed. Elliot was wearing black cargos along with a black designed polo (Pic on profile), Hunter wearing some black oversized jeans along with a black skeleton shirt (Pic on profile), and Nixon a wine red version of my outfit that accentuated her green eyes (Pic on profile). Jared waited for us, wearing black slacks and a blood red dress shirt.

"Well done, my hooligans." Jared said with a snicker. He started calling us "his hooligans" after we had some drinks at Club Twilight. Why he keeps bringing it up, we never know.

"Gracias, Mr. Prissy." I responded back with. He wouldn't drink any at all, and then Hunter called him a prissy pants. It was very funny, seeing how I was a bit tipsy at the time.

"Now, surprise time, Isabella." Jared said.

"Cause we have an early birthday present for you!" Nixon finished off for him.

"Number one. That is freaky, you two completing each others sentences. Number two, you know I hate birthdays. Number three, my birthday isn't till September, which is 3 months away. Its June." I said.

"Number one. We're twins, Iz." Nixon said.

"Number two. We all chipped in some dough, so shut up." Jared finished with. I sighed. This is gonna be a long night. Or should I say morning, since its 1 AM now.

"What is it?" I asked.

"A ship for my pirate. Duh." Hunter snorted out. I had to laugh.

"What he means is that we rented a tour band, and we're gonna go on some performances across the States, and for your birthday, we'll go to Forks as a pit stop." Elliot said. He always knew how we were all feeling somehow, and kept his mood somber. I knew he knew I thought that this was way too much.

"But, that's way too much!" I stated. This must have cost a lot….

"Nope. The clubs heard about us, and helped us get the bus. We just chipped in like $100 each. So, no buts Isabella Marie Swan. You are going to come with us on our mini tour, and you're going to Forks to visit your father and possibly your mother." Nixon said.

"Renée? What's she doing Forks?" I asked. I mean, why would she be there? She hated it there.

"We might've called her and told her this beforehand. You know.." Jared said, grinning.

"Only you guys would do this.." I muttered.

"Yep! Now come on pirate! Group picture!" Hunter called out as my family crowded round me. The manager was there, with Nixon's camera in her hands. I smiled. A true smile .Not one of those cheesy ones, but a genuine one. Not like the ones I used to muster up for photos jus tot get it over with. This smile I made was to capture the moment, the temporary high I was in from the performance. To capture the happiness I finally had.

We went home at 5 AM, after doing some more performances. The manager was thankful, saying her opening day was beyond successful, and that we could play there anytime. We thanked her, and left. We went to bed, and slept. And slept. Till night was dawning on us again. We all woke up, refreshed. This was how our schedule was normally. A vampiric lifestyle, Hunter joke around saying. How true. We were rarely in the sun nowadays. Not that you could tell. My albino skin always as pale as ever.

I had the strangest dream though. I saw a white figure, tall figure, who was inhumanely fast. A blinding white light overtook me, as a pounding head kept me awake to a cruel alert degree. I felt someone bite me, and the feeling began. The burning one. The one I experienced with James.

I woke with a muffled scream, seeing how I had the pillow on my head. Everyone else stayed conked out, while I just got up to make coffee, dazed by memories and the dream.

Well, there's the 8th chapter, as promised!! I changed the chapter title though, seeing how I had a last minute burst of inspiration and have tweaked the story line a bit toward the end, as by a comment by a certain reviewer. I think you now who you are. Now, there's one more chapter, that's toward the end of summer. So, its gonna fast forward a bit. Now, I'm closing the poll on whether having a second part or a sequel tot his troy on March 26, 2009. So if you haven't voted, please do so. Thanks! Ill try to update by Sunday, or Wednesday. At the latest Thursday. I do have exams again next week. *Cries and looks very sad and mad* So, until alter, mi amigas!

- Gloria, ur author.