Music (to) My (ears) {Dreamer}

[Tom]

Lyrics Actions/Descriptions Speaking Other's Speaking Thoughts

I'm holdin' on your rope,
Got me ten feet off the ground.
And I'm hearin' what you say,
But I just can't make a sound.
You tell me that you need me,
Then you go and cut me down...
But wait...
You tell me that you're sorry,
Didn't think I'd turn around...
And say...

The afternoon was a cloudy and murky one. The leaves flew gently in the breeze. Fall was always a joyful time for Remo. He would always go for early morning walks with his brother and his family, that is until, he viciously murdered his poor little brother. His parents died also by murder from his ex-girlfriend. Remo shook his head to get rid of his parents and Brother from his mind. He held his guitar on his back and was walking to the town square for his daily routine of playing music for anyone who was willing to listen in the square.

Remo walked slowly to the Square. The thoughts still peered into his head. His ex mostly. He remembered finding her at the house. She was shocked and said nothing. She was in pure shock. She begged Remo to apologize, but he would never apologize to her ever again. He had turned out of the door and walked out to the orphanage with his brother. Later that week the girl got caught and was whipped for it. He stayed in the orphange. That was only a memory now for Remo.

Remo frowned softly as he walked in the leafy gutter. He made it to the square with his thoughts still fresh in his head. The square was a little more empty than normally. It was probably because of the games going on. Remo rolled his eyes softly. He sat down at his normal spot. He began to play a tune on his guitar. He slowly began to sing the song that he would sing that described his ex. He stopped and let the tears role down his face. This was his life and he was stuck with it forever. Remo pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and smoked it. He sighed and threw it on the ground and smashed it. He played again hoping to get some more money to spend. He cried as he sang. His life was a mess and there was no going back.

I'd take another chance,
Take a fall, take a shot for you.
I need you like a heart needs a beat,
But it's nothin' new, yeah!
I loved you with a fire red,
Now it's turnin' blue...
And you say...
Sorry, like an angel
Heaven let me think was you...
But I'm afraid...

(So Remo is singing the song Apologize by OneRepublic sorry its so short XD My muse was up and down this post. I promise it will be better....)

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Francesca is sleeping in the warmth of her bed. Her large California King size bed that has built in memory foam and matress pad adding comfort to her body after a hard day of training. Her plush red velvet comforter is cocooning around her, keeping her safe from the nightmares. And her silk sheets providing the smoothness that is always required for a good night's sleep.

How can anyone sleep without silk? she wonders as she's lying in that place between unconscious and conscious. That place where you can still hold onto your dreams; and try to make them reality before they fade into the oblivion of the human's memory. She was dreaming about well, she can't exactly remember as the dream dissipates into a fog of cascading color. Greens and yellows mix as the reds and blues merge to for wonderful purples. She leans up against her head board and rubs her eyes clearing them of any excess fog and cleaning her eyes from the occasional morning crust. Am I fully awake? she wonders as she sees the faded gray covers of her canopy closed around her bed. Enclosing her from any danger the morning sun may bring to any teenage girls life. She pulls them aside slowly, to adjust to morning sunlight and slides out of her bed.

She almost steps on Ignatius her imaginary brother. Her brother that is, if he was real, her twin. The same age and height, that’s about the only thing they have in common. Ignatius is muscular and lean in build, you can tell he works out for his abs are rock solid. His hair is also extremely short and blonde, not platinum like Julian of District 2 but more of a dirty blonde. Sometimes he likes to sleep on the floor next to her or no apparent reason. Not knowing that she slips out of bed like nothing was there, until the very last second. When she pulls her feet back and stood on her tip toes. As she side stepped around him she ran to her closet. More like quietly hopping so to not wake up her brother. She's currently wearing a lingerie nightgown that's a seductive pink in color. Francesca loves to dress up for herself and tries to as much as she can. Looking outside she can see clouds that are starting to roll in, which means no shorts for her today. Grudgingly she decides to put on some great form fitting jeans, some black leather combat boots, and an off the shoulder fleece shirts. Navy blue in color, one that is always flattering on her. When she braids her hair in the closet vanity and throws it over her exposed shoulder is when she decides that she's ready to go out.

Leaving a note on the unmade bed for her brother she decides to leave. Looking back on the bed she worries that it might get lost in the chaos that is her bed.“Nah the maid will clean it up” she whispers to herself. And runs down the stairs and to her foyer. It's white and black marble floors and vaulted ceiling isn't exactly what a girl hopes for when she's trying to not wake everyone. But it doesn't matter as she opens her glass door, grabs her clutch from the key ring, and runs down the street. She slows to a walk as she approaches the Square. It was a murky afternoon but a cool one, so she doesn't regret her outfit choice. You still have to look good while keeping yourself warm she smirks to herself when she hears one of the most beautiful male voices singing. She looks around til she spots the owner of the voice, a younger man with a square jaw and smooth skin. And an adorable button nose hat she just wanted to poke. The song was familiar to her as she joins him harmonizing her alto voice with his own.


“It's too late to apologize
it's too late
Said it's too late to apologize
it's too late...”

She sits down next to him as she still the lyrics. And noticed tear are running down his face. Those tears were too raw for that song, they were brought on by something deeper than that. She grabs a some tissues from her clutch and starts to wipe the tears off of his face. “There we go, now you look better, not so depressed as you may be. Hi my name is Francesca.”[/color][/center][/blockquote]

(It's all good Tom it's was still a really good post!)

[Tom]

Lyrics Actions/Descriptions Speaking Other's Speaking Thoughts

I'm holdin' on your rope,
Got me ten feet off the ground.
And I'm hearin' what you say,
But I just can't make a sound.
You tell me that you need me,
Then you go and cut me down...
But wait...
You tell me that you're sorry,
Didn't think I'd turn around...
And say...

Remo's song was such a sad song to him. He could never apologize for the things his ex has done. He felt alone and empty inside. He felt like this everyday. His voice continued to sing. He strummed his guitar making the song more and more sadder. Then a girl had appeared out of nowhere. She had brown straight hair that went to her back. Her eyes were brown almost like chocolate. She seemed very strong, but he could take her on any day probably. He then heard her voice singing to harmonize with his.

“It's too late to apologize
it's too late
Said it's too late to apologize
it's too late...”

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Remo slid down. he hated when people tried singng with him. It was HIS act not their's. He clenched his fists and the tears still flowed from his eyes. The last person to harmonize with him was his ex. The girl had slid down next to him. Then she began to wipe the tears off of his face. He was not weak! He was stronger than this girl could ever be. He was a Moreno and Moreno's aren't supposed to cry. Then she began to speak to him, while she wiped his tears away.[/size]“There we go, now you look better, not so depressed as you may be. Hi my name is Francesca.”[/size]

Remo felt the anger surging through him. His fist clenched even tighter. He closed his eyes and opened them and looked at the pesky girl who had harmonized with him. This was his show. It was only to be his show. He stood up and felt his heart beating faster from the anger. He heard it beating hard. Bum Bum. Bum Bum. He opened his mouth and shouted at the girl that had harmonized with him.[/size]

"Who the hell do you think you are? You harmonized with me! That was MY song, not yours! If you liked it you should have just thrown a dollar into my guitar case! I am Fucking Moreno for god sakes! How the hell do you not know who I am? I am Remo, The boy who killed two in training! The rumors spreaded everywhere! Fuck you! You can't harmonize with me! This is my Fucking show! Not yours![/size]

He felt the blood rushing through him. It felt good to scream at someone other than himself. Remo smiled and crossed his arms. This was his show. His. He was not about to give it to some pathetic worthless piece of rich garbage. He reached in his pocket and grabbed a cigarette and began to smoke it. Once he finished it, he threw it onto the ground and smashed it twisting his foot. He turned back to the girl and he was a little calmer. He began to speak again.[/size]

"Sorry about that. I just needed to release my anger. I just don't like it when people harmonize with me. Its just that its my show. I am Remo. Remo Moreno. Murderer of two already... I am surprised you haven't heard of me. There are rumors left and right about me all the time. So yeah. How are you?"[/size]

This pathetic girl is weak. Weaker than I thought. She could be easily used for my purposes. Maybe another time. [/size]Remo smirked and wrapped his hands in his arms. He smirked at the girl who he had just yelled at and apologized to. Well he would never apologize to her. He hated girls, ever since his ex. He knew he was sexist, but it was true. He stared at the girl waiting for a reply from her. This was his show and he wasn't about to let this silly girl get a hold of it.[/center]

I'd take another chance,
Take a fall, take a shot for you.
I need you like a heart needs a beat,
But it's nothin' new, yeah!
I loved you with a fire red,
Now it's turnin' blue...
And you say...
Sorry, like an angel
Heaven let me think was you...
But I'm afraid...

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The young man slid down the curb when she started to harmonize with him. She was about to ask why he slid away when he looked at her. Francesca could now make out the features of the man, actually seeing him for the first time. His eyes were an incredible shade of blue, an almost grayish blue. His features were soft yet masculine, his rounded jawline and chin are accompanied by a button nose and soft beautiful eyes. He also has some stronger traits however. The higher cheek bones and angular eyebrows perfectly match his stronger stout lips. His hair was interesting, styled yet casual and sophisticated. And his Adam's apple is noticeable. The combination of all this threw her off a bit as she tried to take it all in.

"Who the hell do you think you are? You harmonized with me! That was MY song, not yours! He started to yell but she wasn't paying attention. She noticed that his veins were throbbing with his anger. Pulsating with a steady beat of thumb, thump. Thump thump. Pumping the blood, that sweet nectar that ran through the soft casing of veins. She was watching this poor man's veins when it hit her. Francesca was thirsty, craving for the red ecstasy to stain her lips as the blood runs down her throat. To feel her body pushing into his as she sucks the blood from his neck was all Frannie needed. But not right now she told herself as she pushed the hunger back into the dark depths of her soul and tuned back into his rant. Fuck you! You can't harmonize with me! This is my Fucking show! Not yours! As he finished with his arms crosses across his fit chest. You can tell that he was in shape but he didn't work out.

Francesca stood while he pulled out his cigarette. She stalked the distance that separated them as he apologized. He said something about needing to release his anger and how he's some huge hot shot because he killed two people. Wow big deal, she thought as she rolled her eyes.You might want to cut he tough guy act though. It's fooling no one. But the last question threw her for a loop. So yeah. How are you? She just looked at him, unsure of what to say to the angry sad little boy. So Frannie just did what she did best, be happy and not give a care.“Well seeing how man can muscle me out with a penis, I could be doing better. And aren't we all murderers? She asked with a wink and gave a little curtsy. ”And if it truly is your show, take it from me. she challenged adding a little sexy teasing tone.

She stepped back and began to belt out the song again. Francesca's alto filled the air as the lyrics flew out of her mouth. The tones of the notes rising and falling at her command.

“I'm holding on a rope
Got me 10 feet off the ground”

She started to sway along with the beat. Her hands went up to her chest; like trying to hold her heart in.

“I'm hearin' what you say but I just can't make a sound
You tell me that you need me then you go and cut me down”

That's when Francesca started to swirl, her hands thrown out-stretched like wings. She was lost in the moment of dancing and singing that she almost forgot that the kid was there.

“But wait
You tell me that you're sorry didn't think I'd turn around and say”

As she finished the verse she slowed down, watched the world come into focus, and stared straight at him when she sang the last line. Almost in a whisper. So scary murderer man,”she addressed him, the annoyance thick in her voice, but smile on her face. Definitely that smile was meant to mock him. ”If this is, truly, your show take it from me.”she repeated. The look on face one of death and menacing. Francesca wanted him to take it from her, she was sick of being treated like the cray bitch that she was.

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[Tom]

Lyrics Actions/DescriptionsSpeaking Other's Speaking Thoughts

I'm holdin' on your rope,
Got me ten feet off the ground.
And I'm hearin' what you say,
But I just can't make a sound.
You tell me that you need me,
Then you go and cut me down...
But wait...
You tell me that you're sorry,
Didn't think I'd turn around...
And say...

Remo stood there with his arms crossed. He stared at her. She reminded him of Becky. Becky was his ex. Becky was his terror. His nightmare. His turning point. The devil that took his parents away from him. She had only got whipped for it. She had the money to pay off a sentence to the Detention Center. Remo bite his lip at the memories. The walks in thee fall. Where the leafs are falling.The snowball fights in the winter. The walking through the flowers in the spring. Then Summer, the worst season ever for him. His parents died that summer. Then Fall came again. Then it was Winter, him and his brother were doing great by then. Then it was spring and the Morenos had adopted him and he made them adopt his brother. Then summer time, Remo had killed a poor boy much stronger than him. Then he killed his own brother on accident. He was whipped, he has the scars on his back from the whip still. It still felt fresh. The pain was unbearable the rest of that month, but he did get a guitar that month to play his sorrows away. He had lost and mourned.

Becky? Why did you have to come and take my family? Its too late apologize for all the pain and sorrow. Its too late.Remo looked at the girl. She had been staring at his neck. He moved his hand there to block her gaze. He rose one of his eyebrows at her. She had long brown hair that was just hanging down. He looked at her nose, unlike his nose, her nose was straight and quite small. her eyes were a chocolate color, it reminded him of the chocolates he used to give to Becky. Becky. Such a calm person, until jealousy rottens her core. This girl reminded him of her. He couldn't stand it. This girl was rotten just like Becky, but something made him want to talk to her more.

Well seeing how man can muscle me out with a penis, I could be doing better. And aren't we all murderers?Remo smiled at her. Everyone was a murderer in a way, but no one is as great of one as he is. He chuckled softly. His eyes turned towards his guitar. He picked it up and slung it across his shoulders.Yes. We are all murderers, but I am a very good one.

And if it truly is your show, take it from me.Remo smirked at Francesca. He was ready for this challenge. He watched as she sung pretty good. She danced along with the song. Remo had been playing guitar for her, so it was fair. He smiled as she danced. She had finished her graceful dancing and singing. She stared at him when she sang the last verse.

So scary murderer man,He smirked pleased with the challenge. He had a glint eagerness in his eye. This was his show after all.If this is, truly, your show take it from me.

Remo smirked. It was his show. He had to prove that he cold take the show from her. He smiled at her. The show must go on.Challenge accepted.

I'd take another chance,
Take a fall, take a shot for you.

Remo sang as well as he could. He strummed the guitar and danced along with the beat. Sure he wasn't much of a dancer, but he had a pretty good voice and he could play guitar very well.

I need you like a heart needs a beat,
But it's nothin' new, yeah!
I loved you with a fire red,
Now it's turnin' blue...

Remo sang the blue high and it carried in the air and then he continued to dance a bit while he strummed.

And you say...
Sorry, like an angel
Heaven let me think was you...
But I'm afraid...

Remo carried the last note as long as he could. He stopped and looked at Fran. He smirked at her. He gave a flirty wink at her. The show had went on. Remo heard clapping from a few people in the square, but they disappeared quickly. Remo bowed. He smirked at Fran. He walked over to his guitar case and put the money in his wallet. He turned on his heel and stared at Fran. He said with a wink,Was that good enough for you? Or shall this show continue?

I'd take another chance,
Take a fall, take a shot for you.
I need you like a heart needs a beat,
But it's nothin' new, yeah!
I loved you with a fire red,
Now it's turnin' blue...
And you say...
Sorry, like an angel
Heaven let me think was you...
But I'm afraid...