Title: Starlight Author: Goya Genre: Fluff. ;D Rating: G Pairings: Myself / Dominic (all vainly, somethings don't add up) Disclaimer: It's fiction. Don't you hate that? Author's notes: Meh. Steph inspired me, though my perspective is different. Has been entered into a short story comp. Details of how I did will be all well and said. Plus, OMG, I have always wanted to do one of these note thingys. ^^
The time I met her, we were playing in Australia. I loved the whole atmosphere of the country, especially Western Australia. I was sitting in Fremantle's cafe strip and I was sipping my mocha and reading a murder novel. She was struggling along, carrying many bags and catching my eye.
That was when she tripped and dropped everything. She looked up at me, her sapphire eyes glistening in the light. She smiled and simply said hello. At that, I bent over and began to help her. "Thank-you." she said, smiling. Her smile was captivating. I stood up and held out a hand and helped her up. "Thank-you so much," she laughed, "Have I seen you somewhere before?" "Probably," I replied. I was still holding two of her bags. "You're heading this way?" She just smiled and nodded.
Having helped her home, she thanked me and I invited her back to our hotel for lunch. "So what's it like, touring and all?" she enquired, sipping her coffee. Her ruby coloured lips leaving a mark on the edge of the cup. I chuckled. "It's complicated, I can say at the least!" I exclaimed. She laughed and simply nodded in agreement. "But, what about you; what do you do for a living?" I asked. My strong Yorkshire accent really stood out around here, a few people looked over at me. "Oh, I'm sure you wouldn't want to hear about the life of someone so average." She replied. I smirked. "Try me." At that, she began to talk about her art courses and hoping to move to England one day.
I remember when I told her we were going to be playing in the Eastern States, and I wanted her to come. At first she seemed a little hesitant, saying things like we'd just met, but she gathered up enough courage to say that she loved being with me and decided to come along to Victoria.
We were playing our last shows in Australia, about 3 weeks into our relationship. After our last gig, I did my best to be romantic, so I took her on a boat ride and we slow danced under the stars. This moment felt right. She was breathtaking that night; her flowing red hair, her smile, her poise and the long, satin silver dress. I looked at myself in comparison, I was not a scratch off her beauty; wearing my infamous pink trousers and white shirt. I held her tightly, reciting some of our lyrics into her ear. I saw the way she was absolutely touched when I bent down in front of her. The ring I had just found in Melbourne with her friend, a precious jewel, shone in the moonlight. I remember her reaction, tears of joy. Then she threw her arms round me.
This a little hard for her to make a decision yet again because of my life. I didn't want to give up on my blessed career. I looked down at her with a smile and she just hugged me. "I'll come with you." she said, her head buried in my chest. I gave her a kiss on the head. I wonder what it would be like to have her on the road with me. I didn't care, honestly, so long as she was by my side. "I love you, she said, looking up and gazing into my eyes; hers close to tears. "I love you, too." I grinned, kissing her softly. The band walked in and I told them my joyous news. "He needs a lass like you. I'm very happy for both of you." My guitarist told her. My bassist, having already a family, smiled and patted me on the back. I beamed; the love of my life was to be beside me this forthcoming tour. I squeezed her tightly.
I love this adrenaline rush when I'm playing onstage it never leaves me. I look to see her standing on the side of the stage, waving at me happily. I hear my guitarist call the next song. I stand up and look over at her, and then I grabbed a microphone. "This next song is for the love of my life. I love you," I said, pointing over to her, "This one's called Starlight."
Very nice work deary. I'd still try and work on some of the repitition of words but other then that you tell a mighty fine story. Wouldn't be partners with anyone else!
All right, not bad I'll give you, none too shabby. My only criticism I can offer is to try and vary your sentence structure, instead of just "I did this", "She did that", etc. etc. Besides that, I thought the entire last night in Australia was pretty cutesy.
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"I have always had delusions that what I see isn’t real. That my eyes deceive me. That I’m lying to myself. I’ve never had much proof, just a deep resonance in my heart and bones that there is a perpetual motion machine perpetually blowing smoke up everyone’s ass, perpetually causing a genuine and spiteful sense of will full ignorance.
No proof though. Just a hunch."
