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PROLOGUE
Fang strolled down the 54th street of New York. Block after block, he eyed every store, every person through
his thick b[ack bangs. Bored as hell, he was.
The he saw it.
Guitarus Maximus.
Fang was feeling creative. I wonder,
he thought, if I should write a song..?
He quickly crossed the street, forgetting that some taxi had a blindspot RIGHT
where he was walking. He dived out of the way. "Crazy Boston driver!" he yelled the only insult he could think of.
END
PROLOGUE
Fang eyed themany guitars: electric, acoustic , elecoustic-watch me make up a new word!-they were jaw-dropping.
Fang eyed the many guitars down to the strings, much to the employee's dismay.
"Uh, sir?"
The voice broke Fang's trance.
He looked behind him. "Need some help finding a guitar?"
"Uh....no, I think I got it." Fang said, an odd look on his face.
He then hatched a plan. Looking up at the lights, he wiped his forhead and said, "Wowsers, is it hot in here?"
The clerk
also looked up. "You know, I-HEY! Get back here!"
Fang had grabbed the giitah closest to him and taken off out the door.
He cut left and down an alley, where he unfurled his wings and took off. By the time the clerk had gotten to the alley, he
was gone.
Iggy, meanwhile, was sitting at the utmost high point of the hide out, listening to the noist intersection
that was Times Square.He winced at the shriek of a car brakes, and sighed. He just wanted to be somewhere quiet, where he
was alone. He and-
Oops, sorry. NAUGHTY THOUGHTS.
"Yo."
Iggy jumped at the unnoticed arrival of Fang's voice.
Fang always had had that ability to creep someone out like that.
Iggy loved that feeling.
He turned to the sound of
Fang's voice. (HA! CANT CATCH ME THAT TIME. Biotch. T_T) "Where'd you go?"
"Oh, around." Fang replied, trying not to sound
interested. "Laughed at everyone for being different."
"Ha! That never gets old." Iggy said, cracking a smile.
Should
I?
"Well, I'm gonna go now."
Dammit! too late.
Another decent oppurtunity to tell him he's been falling for him
like a ROCK gone to WASTE. God DAMMIT.
Iggy remained up on the roof, meanwhile he heard Fang go downstairs.
Fang
sighed with relief, clutching the gitah. "Thank God he didn't hear that."
Iggy was still up on the roof about two
hours later.
But not to listen.
To concentrate.
To think.
He ran his fingers through his messy blond hair.
His pink tips had dissapeared, leaving his hair to return to normal.
Normal.
What did that word MEAN to him?
Pretty
much nil.
He sighed. Should I....
I will.
"Tonight." He said out loud.
Fang plucked his guitar strings,
trying tp piece something together.He had already gotten a song written awhile ago. He even posted it on his blog.
But
that still didnt help the fact that didn't know what chord.
"Now then, Fang. "What most goes with...?"
Then it hit
him.
He smiled, and began to play a certain chrord he hadn't tried it yet.
Perfect.
"Finished."
Fang sighed,
peering out the winodw, which according to the clock that was Fang's instincts, was late afternoon. Now to play the waiting
game.
"Fang?"
Iggy peeked his head into Fang's area. "Hey, Ig. Come on in." Fang replied.
Iggy wandered into
the empty space. "Did I hear a guitar earlier?"
Uh oh.
Time to let the cat out of the bag.
"...Yeah. I was practicing.
I had written a song." He confessed.
"Can I hear it?"
His mind was taking a firm stand at no.
His heart was screaming,
YES! I want to, NEED to let you know.
"Nah, I'll play it later. I was just about to head out."
Then an idea struck
him.
"Wanna come?"
Are you KIDDING me?! Iggy thought.
Iggy nodded, grinning. "Sure. I'd love to."
"Fang?"
"Yeah?"
"Where the hell are we going?"
They had been walking for 10 minutes and Fang hadn't told him where they
were going.
Iggy was getting a little skeptical "Fang-"
"Shh. We're here."
Music?
They were at an open night
club.
"Are.....we listening?"
"You could say that."
Fang clutched his guitar as the next person got up. A punk
with a beanie and blond bangs that covered his eyes. “Mutt.” Fang muttered.
With a bored Austrlian
accent, the guy said said:
"I remembeh this one time, was stittin' alone, playin' mah giitah, And isaid to myself....'what
if I was a cat'? and then I fell off. And I landed on my face, and I said, to myself, "If I was a cat, I would've landed on
my legs. So I wrote this song."
"Oh, GOD!" Fang exclaimed, covering his ears at the blistering peice of dog crap that
this stupiud kid was playing.
2 1/2 MINUTES LATER...
Chrip chrip chrip.
"Thank you." He walked off the
stage.
"Guess that's me."
"Fang-?"
"Just listen."
Fang walked up to the stage, grabbing the mic as
he plucked his guitar, tuning just as he wanted to. "I don't exactly have a name for this song, but I hope you like it."
He
strummed the guitar, and Iggy's ears kicked into action.
That was-
When I see your smile
tears roll down
my face
I can't replace.
And now that I'm strong I have figured out
how this world turns cold and it breaks
through my soul,
and I know ill find deep inside me, I can be the one.
Whoa.
Where'd he learn to
DO that?
It was amazing, it was awesome.
It was.....
Beautiful.
I will never let you fall
I'll
stand up for you forever
ill be there for you through it all,
even if saving you sends me to heaven.
Iggy
was still in shock.
If singing/songwriting was a superpower, this would be Fang's power.
Seasons are changing
and waves are crashing
and stars are falling all for us
days grow longer and nights grow shorter
I can show you
I'll be the one.
I will never let you fall
I'll stand up for you forever.
I'll be there for you through it
all,
even if saving you sends me to heaven.
Fang was looking right at him.
He could feel it.
But
why....
Could he-
Cause you're my
you're my
my true love
my whole heart
please don't throw
that away.
At this point, Fang miracuously picked his voice up anohter octave.
Cause I'm here, for
you
please don't walk away and
please tell me you'll stay, stay...
Iggy was flushed.
Fang had
drowned him in a sea of awesome.
Use me as you will
pull my strings just for a thrill
and I know ill be
okay
though my skies are turning gray.
I will never let you fall
I'll stand up for you forever
I'll be
there for you through it all
even if saving you sends me to heaven....
The song ended.
The crowd was
uproarious in its applause, and people were shouting for an encore.
Nah. He wasn't interested.
He only had one thing
on his mind.
Iggy.
"That was beautiful."
Fang and Iggy were cutting through Central Park on the way back.
They had managed to slip out besides the commotion.
Fang tried not to sound to flattered. "I try. "
Iggy had his two
index fingers around Fang's belt loop as they walked. Fang had insisted since it was late and all.
But that wasn't the
only reason Fang had in mind.
When they got to the hideout, Fang gave what seemed to be a sigh relief.
He was
preparing himself.
"Well, g'night." Iggy said solemnly, and started to unwrap his fingers from the loop.
Fang placed
his hand over Iggy's fingers.
Iggy couldn't move them.
"Fang? What are you-"
Fang made his move.
He moved
his hand, but put his arms around him.
Iggy knew exactly what was happening.
At least, he thought he knew.
"F-Fang.."
he whispered.
He silently shushed him, and whispered back, "Just listen. I love you, Iggy."
It sent a satisfactory
chill up his spine.
Well, at least he knew how he would react.
He wrapped his around his waist, and whipsered back,
"I love you, too, Fang."
He smiled.
'....I will never let you fall,
I'll stand up for you forever,
I'll be there for you,
through it all,
even if saving you sends me to heaven....'
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