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axesladeI wrote! *dances* Yes, I fought with the stuff all around my desk to plug in my blue glitter lamp and the muses were apparently drawn in by the shiny. This is based off a short story I wrote around this time last year, but I'm not posting that since it would give away the entire plot of this one. So yeah...
“-All you ever think about is yourself! I’ve got a chance to live out my dreams and you-“
“We’ve talked about this before, Amanda. I want you to be happy, you know that, but I don’t want to be away from you-“
“Come with me then.”
“You’d be locked away in a studio, walking down some fucking red carpet, on a stage in front of millions of people, while I-“
“Oh please Jeremy, you know I wouldn’t turn on you like that. You’d always be beside me-“
“Until I die.”
Amanda woke up panting like she did every night. The same dream, over and over. Some man fighting with her about her career, apparently. Who he was and what that last comment, ‘until I die’, was about, she’d never understood. Even after five years of what felt like a nightmare, she couldn’t even begin to guess at its origin or reason. So, like she did every night, Amanda took two of the bright red pills from the bottle by the bed and closed her eyes again.
“And you know if I could
Oh baby if I could
I’d take this poison from your veins
If you didn’t protect me
From what’s running through your body
Love I’d breathe in your disease
Breathe in your disease…”
Amanda closed her eyes as the music faded out, trying to catch her breath. In her mind she had pictured it being a soft, sweet thing. About the demons we try to protect our loved ones from, when this act hurt them more. Instead it had turned into a screaming, sobbing mess. She knew the subject had changed too, but she wasn’t sure what it was now.
When she opened her eyes the entire crew was staring at her, speechless. Finally Randy, the tech, hit one of the buttons and leaned into the speaker.
“Whatever the hell that was, we need to bottle it. Jesus Christ, Mand, I’ve never heard you like that.”
Amanda smiled a little.
“I haven’t either.”
“What were you doing? In rehearsals you’re usually so damn mellow, but that was just…wow. You turned into another person or something.”
For some reason that phrase, ‘you turned into another person’ hit her hard. She just laughed it off though.
“Yeah, well, I’m beat. Let’s break for today, ‘ight guys?” and before anyone answered, she was walking out, feeling inexplicably sad.
“-All you ever think about is yourself! I’ve got a chance to live out my dreams and you-“
“We’ve talked about this before, Amanda. I want you to be happy, you know that, but I don’t want to be away from you-“
“Come with me then.”
“You’d be locked away in a studio, walking down some fucking red carpet, on a stage in front of millions of people, while I-“
“Oh please Jeremy, you know I wouldn’t turn on you like that. You’d always be beside me-“
“Until I die.”
Amanda woke up panting like she did every night. The same dream, over and over. Some man fighting with her about her career, apparently. Who he was and what that last comment, ‘until I die’, was about, she’d never understood. Even after five years of what felt like a nightmare, she couldn’t even begin to guess at its origin or reason. So, like she did every night, Amanda took two of the bright red pills from the bottle by the bed and closed her eyes again.
“And you know if I could
Oh baby if I could
I’d take this poison from your veins
If you didn’t protect me
From what’s running through your body
Love I’d breathe in your disease
Breathe in your disease…”
Amanda closed her eyes as the music faded out, trying to catch her breath. In her mind she had pictured it being a soft, sweet thing. About the demons we try to protect our loved ones from, when this act hurt them more. Instead it had turned into a screaming, sobbing mess. She knew the subject had changed too, but she wasn’t sure what it was now.
When she opened her eyes the entire crew was staring at her, speechless. Finally Randy, the tech, hit one of the buttons and leaned into the speaker.
“Whatever the hell that was, we need to bottle it. Jesus Christ, Mand, I’ve never heard you like that.”
Amanda smiled a little.
“I haven’t either.”
“What were you doing? In rehearsals you’re usually so damn mellow, but that was just…wow. You turned into another person or something.”
For some reason that phrase, ‘you turned into another person’ hit her hard. She just laughed it off though.
“Yeah, well, I’m beat. Let’s break for today, ‘ight guys?” and before anyone answered, she was walking out, feeling inexplicably sad.
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on 2006-01-20 06:15 am (UTC)i really liked this. i was all glued to the computer screen. i'm such a dork. i like your writing. post more of them please :o)