Post by Paperchase on Feb 19, 2008 3:44:32 GMT -5
A fanfic based on my minimal knowledge of America. A boy comes to America for a holiday, and then meets a girl whom he discovers to be a movie star.
Prelude: Beach Girl
By Paperchase
There was a tranquil melody in the air. The beach was relatively empty, aside from a few people flying a kite, a girl walking a dog, and a boy with a notepad humming quietly, chewing on the end of his pencil. He was sitting atop one of the cleaner-looking rocks that lined the sand, with a guitar leaning against the side within easy reach. From time to time, he would look up at the sea, watching the soft waves roll towards him and break into pearly bursts of silver foam. And his eyes would glaze over, mirroring the movement of the water in them. Then, he would seem to break out of his reverie, and scrawl a few words in untidy script onto the paper, before returning to chew on his pencil again.
The dog barked once, and a girl’s voice could be heard, telling her to stop. However, the boy continued to chew obliviously, completely unaware that the dog was coming towards him. When the dog barked again, the boy looked up to see her eying his guitar hungrily. As he wisely reached over to place it out of her reach, he lost his balance and toppled over backwards, dropping the notepad and scattering a flurry of papers onto the ground.
As he tried to get back up while gathering the papers at the same time, the girl came running over.
‘I am so sorry…’ she started.
‘No, no, don’t worry, it’s my fault,’ he consoled her. ‘Your dog had nothing to do with it.’
He gathered all of his notes together, and the girl picked up the words that he had been writing before. She patted it down to get rid of the lingering grains of sand, before looking at his work properly.
‘Is this a poem?’ she asked.
The boy looked up from piling all his papers back into his notepad. ‘Hm? Oh, no, that’s umm… that’s a set of lyrics. You know, for a song that I’m writing.’
The girl’s eyebrows rose in surprise. ‘You’re a songwriter?’
The boy laughed, and said, ‘Well… not professionally. I’m hoping to get started over here. I came over here from England for a holiday. So I’ve got the entire summer to get my singing going-‘
He stopped, because the girl was also eying the guitar with a similar desire in her eyes as her dog had only moments before. He looked at the guitar once, and then offered, ‘Would you like me to play it for you?’
‘Yes, please!’
The boy picked up the guitar, and placed it on his lap across his chest. Before he started playing, he said nervously, ‘I might not be very good, cos… you know, it’s not the best set of lyrics, and I only started learning a couple of weeks ago, but…’
He began strumming, his eyes darting over the fingerboard to make sure that he was getting the chords right. He winced slightly at a nervous note, but continued on valiantly.
‘I’ve been walking forever
A thousand miles I’ve been stepping around of it
The endless silence that’s gone too long
With no-one to play along-’
He began to play with more confidence, and looked up slightly before immediately dropping his head again, noticing with a slight blush how remarkably pretty she was.
‘I might not be a wise man
I might not be a person you wanna be
But I can say though I don’t know why
I’m here and I’m still alive
So if you don’t hear from me for ages
It doesn’t mean that I’ve gone
When you look on empty pages like there’s none-’
Growing on the last note, he looked upwards towards the sky, before starting the chorus.
‘So when I’m tired of weary travelling
And you’re waiting on your own
I’ll give up all my lonely walking
And come home
Although oceans might come between us
We still share an equal sky
So even though the wait seems endless
It’s alright-’
He moved onto the bridge, and as he did so, he gave a small smile of satisfaction and relief that he had gotten past the first verse without any difficulties. He then looked as if he was going to look up once again, but he settled for looking at the dog lying at the girl’s feet.
‘Can you send me a postcard?
A little note or a ‘miss you’ written in
Make a face on your photograph
The one that makes me laugh
Gonna call you on Sunday
I’m looking forward to hear your voice again
I’d love to come and visit please
It comes out so naturally-’
This time, he did get the courage up to look at her in the eyes, but she was gazing at his fingers, and by the time she noticed that he was looking at her, he had dropped his gaze down to the guitar again.
‘When the world has got you on your knees
And nobody understands
I’ll row across a thousand seas to help you stand
So when I’m tired of weary travelling
And you’re waiting on your own
I’ll give up all my lonely walking
And come home
Although oceans might come between us
We still share an equal sky
So even though the wait seems endless
It’s alright-’
As he finished playing the final bridge, he looked up once again, and kept it there, since this time, both of them were looking. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see her hand absent-mindedly stroking her dog, and was surprised to find he felt a little jealous. She's… really, really pretty, he thought blankly.
‘And when you’ve finished waiting
And the plane has come to land
I’ll be always standing there to hold your hand
So when I’m tired of weary travelling
And you’re waiting on your own
I’ll give up all my lonely walking
And come home
Although oceans might come between us
We still share an equal sky
So even though the wait seems endless
It’s alright
So when I’m tired of weary travelling
And you’re waiting on your own
I’ll give up all my lonely walking
And come home…’
He finally tore his eyes away as he played the final set of chords and drew out the ending notes with a flourish of his wrist. The girl clapped and cheered quietly.
‘That was… really good,’ she said.
‘Nah, it wasn’t anything that great,’ he said, lowering the guitar to lean on the rock. ‘It was something I pulled together in… what, twenty minutes? I’ve still got to work out a piano part to it, and maybe add in a second voice…’
‘No, really, it was amazing. Trust me, it was really great.’
The boy looked at her, once again struck by her incredibly cute features. He felt another blush coming up onto his cheeks, so he coughed nervously, and said, ‘So, what’s your name?’
‘Oh, I’m A… er, Leslie!’
‘I’m Lee,’ he said, holding out his hand. ‘Nice to meet you, Leslie.’
‘Nice to meet you too, Lee!’ she said, shaking his hand.
Lee was further unnerved as his face began to warm slightly. Even her fingers are pretty…
He stuttered uncomfortably, ‘S-so, where d’you live?’
‘Oh, I live in Colorado, but I'm staying at Beverly Hills for the summer,’ she replied.
‘Beverly Hills… isn’t that awfully expensive?’
She laughed. ‘Awfully? Very British of you.’
Lee scowled good-humouredly. ‘Hey now. Not my fault.’
They both laughed, and for the first time in his life, he felt inexplicable warmth- a sensation he felt just by looking at the girl before him. And then it was gone, as soon as she said, ‘Well, I’d better be going… it was really nice to meet you. Good luck with your songs!’
No! As she turned away, Lee couldn’t help but shout out, ‘L- Leslie!’
She turned back to him, and he blurted out in the most thoughtless fashion, ‘C-can I have your number?’
As her eyes widened, he immediately berated himself, and then said, ‘I- I mean, not like that, but… since I don’t know anybody here, I thought we might… I’d like to… meet up again some time?’
She smiled, and he immediately knew the answer- ‘Sorry, but I can’t… I’ve been told not to give it to anyone, and… well, no offense, but I’ve only just met you! You’re a really nice guy, and I’d love to be friends with you, but I’m afraid- no number!’
She gave an apologetic smile, but it didn’t help that much. Ah well, he had it coming.
‘Don’t worry,’ he said. ‘I mean it’s not like- I mean… you’re-’
‘But!’
Lee paused in his stuttering tirade in shock as she continued, ‘…Just cos you don’t have my number doesn’t mean we can’t keep in touch. So…’
She snatched the notepad out of his stunned fingers, opened up the first blank page she got to, and neatly printed a few lines on it. ‘That’s my e-mail and home address. E-mail first, then visit, okay? I’d love to meet up some time too!’
And with that, she was gone, clapping her hands at her dog to follow, who barked once and then chased after her mistress. Lee was left standing, dumbfounded with the pad in his hand, the pencil stuck between the pages still warm from her fingers.
[glow=blue,2,300][shadow=blue,left,300]*~Worlds Apart~*[/shadow][/glow]
Open your eyes to reality… ~*
*~ … so that you can truly see
…it’s not enough to just believe… ~*
*~ …you have to become who you want to be
Open your eyes to reality… ~*
*~ … so that you can truly see
…it’s not enough to just believe… ~*
*~ …you have to become who you want to be
Prelude: Beach Girl
By Paperchase
There was a tranquil melody in the air. The beach was relatively empty, aside from a few people flying a kite, a girl walking a dog, and a boy with a notepad humming quietly, chewing on the end of his pencil. He was sitting atop one of the cleaner-looking rocks that lined the sand, with a guitar leaning against the side within easy reach. From time to time, he would look up at the sea, watching the soft waves roll towards him and break into pearly bursts of silver foam. And his eyes would glaze over, mirroring the movement of the water in them. Then, he would seem to break out of his reverie, and scrawl a few words in untidy script onto the paper, before returning to chew on his pencil again.
The dog barked once, and a girl’s voice could be heard, telling her to stop. However, the boy continued to chew obliviously, completely unaware that the dog was coming towards him. When the dog barked again, the boy looked up to see her eying his guitar hungrily. As he wisely reached over to place it out of her reach, he lost his balance and toppled over backwards, dropping the notepad and scattering a flurry of papers onto the ground.
As he tried to get back up while gathering the papers at the same time, the girl came running over.
‘I am so sorry…’ she started.
‘No, no, don’t worry, it’s my fault,’ he consoled her. ‘Your dog had nothing to do with it.’
He gathered all of his notes together, and the girl picked up the words that he had been writing before. She patted it down to get rid of the lingering grains of sand, before looking at his work properly.
‘Is this a poem?’ she asked.
The boy looked up from piling all his papers back into his notepad. ‘Hm? Oh, no, that’s umm… that’s a set of lyrics. You know, for a song that I’m writing.’
The girl’s eyebrows rose in surprise. ‘You’re a songwriter?’
The boy laughed, and said, ‘Well… not professionally. I’m hoping to get started over here. I came over here from England for a holiday. So I’ve got the entire summer to get my singing going-‘
He stopped, because the girl was also eying the guitar with a similar desire in her eyes as her dog had only moments before. He looked at the guitar once, and then offered, ‘Would you like me to play it for you?’
‘Yes, please!’
The boy picked up the guitar, and placed it on his lap across his chest. Before he started playing, he said nervously, ‘I might not be very good, cos… you know, it’s not the best set of lyrics, and I only started learning a couple of weeks ago, but…’
He began strumming, his eyes darting over the fingerboard to make sure that he was getting the chords right. He winced slightly at a nervous note, but continued on valiantly.
‘I’ve been walking forever
A thousand miles I’ve been stepping around of it
The endless silence that’s gone too long
With no-one to play along-’
He began to play with more confidence, and looked up slightly before immediately dropping his head again, noticing with a slight blush how remarkably pretty she was.
‘I might not be a wise man
I might not be a person you wanna be
But I can say though I don’t know why
I’m here and I’m still alive
So if you don’t hear from me for ages
It doesn’t mean that I’ve gone
When you look on empty pages like there’s none-’
Growing on the last note, he looked upwards towards the sky, before starting the chorus.
‘So when I’m tired of weary travelling
And you’re waiting on your own
I’ll give up all my lonely walking
And come home
Although oceans might come between us
We still share an equal sky
So even though the wait seems endless
It’s alright-’
He moved onto the bridge, and as he did so, he gave a small smile of satisfaction and relief that he had gotten past the first verse without any difficulties. He then looked as if he was going to look up once again, but he settled for looking at the dog lying at the girl’s feet.
‘Can you send me a postcard?
A little note or a ‘miss you’ written in
Make a face on your photograph
The one that makes me laugh
Gonna call you on Sunday
I’m looking forward to hear your voice again
I’d love to come and visit please
It comes out so naturally-’
This time, he did get the courage up to look at her in the eyes, but she was gazing at his fingers, and by the time she noticed that he was looking at her, he had dropped his gaze down to the guitar again.
‘When the world has got you on your knees
And nobody understands
I’ll row across a thousand seas to help you stand
So when I’m tired of weary travelling
And you’re waiting on your own
I’ll give up all my lonely walking
And come home
Although oceans might come between us
We still share an equal sky
So even though the wait seems endless
It’s alright-’
As he finished playing the final bridge, he looked up once again, and kept it there, since this time, both of them were looking. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see her hand absent-mindedly stroking her dog, and was surprised to find he felt a little jealous. She's… really, really pretty, he thought blankly.
‘And when you’ve finished waiting
And the plane has come to land
I’ll be always standing there to hold your hand
So when I’m tired of weary travelling
And you’re waiting on your own
I’ll give up all my lonely walking
And come home
Although oceans might come between us
We still share an equal sky
So even though the wait seems endless
It’s alright
So when I’m tired of weary travelling
And you’re waiting on your own
I’ll give up all my lonely walking
And come home…’
He finally tore his eyes away as he played the final set of chords and drew out the ending notes with a flourish of his wrist. The girl clapped and cheered quietly.
‘That was… really good,’ she said.
‘Nah, it wasn’t anything that great,’ he said, lowering the guitar to lean on the rock. ‘It was something I pulled together in… what, twenty minutes? I’ve still got to work out a piano part to it, and maybe add in a second voice…’
‘No, really, it was amazing. Trust me, it was really great.’
The boy looked at her, once again struck by her incredibly cute features. He felt another blush coming up onto his cheeks, so he coughed nervously, and said, ‘So, what’s your name?’
‘Oh, I’m A… er, Leslie!’
‘I’m Lee,’ he said, holding out his hand. ‘Nice to meet you, Leslie.’
‘Nice to meet you too, Lee!’ she said, shaking his hand.
Lee was further unnerved as his face began to warm slightly. Even her fingers are pretty…
He stuttered uncomfortably, ‘S-so, where d’you live?’
‘Oh, I live in Colorado, but I'm staying at Beverly Hills for the summer,’ she replied.
‘Beverly Hills… isn’t that awfully expensive?’
She laughed. ‘Awfully? Very British of you.’
Lee scowled good-humouredly. ‘Hey now. Not my fault.’
They both laughed, and for the first time in his life, he felt inexplicable warmth- a sensation he felt just by looking at the girl before him. And then it was gone, as soon as she said, ‘Well, I’d better be going… it was really nice to meet you. Good luck with your songs!’
No! As she turned away, Lee couldn’t help but shout out, ‘L- Leslie!’
She turned back to him, and he blurted out in the most thoughtless fashion, ‘C-can I have your number?’
As her eyes widened, he immediately berated himself, and then said, ‘I- I mean, not like that, but… since I don’t know anybody here, I thought we might… I’d like to… meet up again some time?’
She smiled, and he immediately knew the answer- ‘Sorry, but I can’t… I’ve been told not to give it to anyone, and… well, no offense, but I’ve only just met you! You’re a really nice guy, and I’d love to be friends with you, but I’m afraid- no number!’
She gave an apologetic smile, but it didn’t help that much. Ah well, he had it coming.
‘Don’t worry,’ he said. ‘I mean it’s not like- I mean… you’re-’
‘But!’
Lee paused in his stuttering tirade in shock as she continued, ‘…Just cos you don’t have my number doesn’t mean we can’t keep in touch. So…’
She snatched the notepad out of his stunned fingers, opened up the first blank page she got to, and neatly printed a few lines on it. ‘That’s my e-mail and home address. E-mail first, then visit, okay? I’d love to meet up some time too!’
And with that, she was gone, clapping her hands at her dog to follow, who barked once and then chased after her mistress. Lee was left standing, dumbfounded with the pad in his hand, the pencil stuck between the pages still warm from her fingers.