Music

Yeah! Ohh-ooohhh!
It was, it was September,
Wind blows, the dead leaves fall,
To you, I did surrender,
Two weeks, you didn't call...

Your life goes on without me,
My life, a losing game,
But you should, you should not doubt me,
You will remember my name...

Oh, Ember, you will remember!
Ember, one thing remains!
Oh, Ember, so warm and tender!
You will remember my name!

Your heart, your heart abandoned,
Your wall, now perishing,
Like bad dreams in cold December,
Nothing, but ashes remain...

Oh, Ember, you will remember!
Ember, one thing remains!
Ember, so warm and tender!
You will remember my name!

Oh-woo-oh-woo, Ember!
You will remember!
Ember, one thing remains!
Ember, so warm and tender!
You will remember my name!
Yeah! You will remember my name!

Ember sighed as she listened to the music that swelled from the speakers of her boom box. The pain was still so real...she winced at the memory of the flames licking her skin, smell of burnt flesh making her sick. She shook her head crossed her legs as she tapped her pen against her knee, trying to come up with a song that didn't make her heart want to shatter in a million pieces...if she had a heart, that is. Ember glanced up from her notebook as Skulker stomped toward her.

"Sheesh. What happened to you?" Skulker glared down at her.

"The whelp sicced his mutt on me! Wait till I get my hands on him..." Skulker shook his head, trying to get the drool out of his ears.

Ember smirked. "IF you get your hands on him."

Skulker scowled. "Your support is overwhelming."

Ember shrugged. "That's the truth, baby pop. Hey, you wouldn't happen to have a song idea, wouldja?"

Skulker raised an eyebrow. "The great musician can't think up a song idea? How sad."

Ember rolled her eyes. "I have a one hit wonder to prove I was a top musician. What do have? The Ghostboy's pelt? Oh, sorry. Ya don't, Oh Great Hunter of the Ghost Zone."

Skulker looked down at her. "You asked for it."

Skulker grabbed Ember's arm and yanked her into his own. He held her close as Ember struggled.

"Ew! Let go! Drool! It's in my hair! It's in my HAIR! Gross! Skulker I'm gonna kill you! Skulker!"

Skulker grinned as Ember frantically tried to get out of his slobbery iron grip. He tilted her chin up and pressed his lips to hers. Ember's blue ponytail flared and she relaxed. That is until Skulker said, "NOW who's the drool covered loser?" and flew off laughing.

Ember wiped her face with a disgusted scowl. He was SO dead later. She eyed her song book for a moment before smiling. Maybe not ALL songs had to be about heartbreak. She was feeling pretty good as she strummed her beloved guitar and sang.