Chapter 14- Simple Pages -
I got back to the ship around 2 or so only to find Jet's ship gone from the hanger. I walked inside and saw Ed sprawled out on the couch asleep. Ein was on the ground, asleep as well. I put my bag down and walked up to the back of the couch and peered over at sleeping Ed. I think it was some kind of sign or something that she came back. I was really lost without her, which seemed impossible since she rarely made sense. But in some ways she was the only voice of reason on this ship. Words could barely express the happiness she brought to me by merely showing her face again. I almost didn't recognized her when she tackled me last night. Her hair was still red and a mess, but instead of waves, it was all loose curls. She was still as skinny and childish looking as ever but she wore a pale blue hooded sweatshirt and a pair of loose jeans. In the face she was still young, but she looked more grown-up than ever.
"Hey Ed"
She kept sleeping.
"HEY Ed"
Still sleeping, I proceeded to shake her shoulders gently in attempts to wake her. She rolled to her side and murmured some obscure numbers.
"Ed, wake up bud."
She still slept, alright then drastic measures must be taken. I walked around the couch and grabbed one of the seat cushions, then pulled. Ed toppled onto the floor, her eyes shot open.
"Morning Faye-Faye!"
'Completely unaffected' but did I expect anything less really?
"Afternoon Ed. Where's Jet?"
"Kitchen...table....note"
"Can you just tell me?"
"Jet-person wanted to get supplies for Bebop"
"Really?"
Ed then thrust her shoulders back and marched around saying in her Jet 'voice.'
"If no one in ship is going to get food then I will!"
"Got it"
"Ed is bored Faye-Faye"
"Hmmm well, what does Ed want to do then?"
"Street singing!"
"Street singing?"
"Edward will show Faye-Faye"
Ed walked, no more like pranced over to her computer to show me a video of a man playing a guitar on the street for money.
"Oh, street singing, I get it. Why this all of a sudden?"
"Edward saw TV show on street singers, now Ed wants to street sing too!"
"Hmm, alright then, we'll go street sing Ed."
"Yippee yeah! Ed is street singer amazing-o!"
"Okay Ed, go get some shoes on..."
"And sockees?"
"Of course socks, then get something to hold the money."
"Will Roger, Faye-Faye!"
She saluted and ran to get her stuff, within 20 minutes Ed, Ein, my guitar, and I were on our way to street sing. We opted to walk instead of fly, I felt it would be a better chance to scope out possible singing venues.
"Where are we going Ed, the street or the subway..."
"Su-u-ubway!"
"Alright then let's get to it"
We walked another mile to the nearest subway entrance and went down the old, dirty cement stairs. After some debate we choose to sit in front of a cement pillar amid the main station and seating area. I had brought a small box to sit on, which I set up while Ed pulled out the bongos that she had found somewhere in the ship. We set out the large bowl Ed had found in one of the pantries and assigned Ein guard duty.
"What do you want to sing Ed?"
"A good song."
"There are alot of good songs Ed"
"Well then pick one Faye-Faye."
"Okay, give me a sec."
I sat and racked my brain for an idea while people had started to gather waiting for a song. I'm sure we made an amusing group.
"Fell asleep with my clothes on
Dropped my keys on the front lawn
Waking up I watch the drool a gleaming
From my mouth to the carpet
Giving up never felt so good
Welcome to plan B
I eat some moldy bread
Then I'm going back to bed
I know how this day will crescendo
I'll fall asleep while I play Nintendo
Giving up never felt so good
Welcome to plan B
Giving up what is the likelihood?
That life could be so free
Up 'til now in my life I have failed all the time
It's too hard
I think I found my calling now
I lay down in the yard
Don't you cry mamma, don't you even weep
'Cause you know your son excels at sleep
Giving up never felt so good
Welcome to plan B
giving up what is the likelihood?
Life could be so free
Giving up never felt so good
Welcome to plan B
Giving up what is the likelihood?
Life could be so free"
"He he he, that was fun Faye-Faye. Funny song! Faye-Faye's funny so-on-ng!
"Thank you Ed"
We kept playing stupid, lighthearted songs for the remainder of the day. Ed started getting extremely proficient with the bongos and learned to keep the beat by watching the tapping of my foot. After rush hour I decided we would play one more song then head back for the ship. Ed reluctantly agreed and we went about choosing the final song of the day.
"What do we do do do with money Faye-Faye?"
"Hmmm, how about something good for Ed?"
She jumped at least four feet into the air, waving her arms wildly. She drew quite a crowd as she ran in circles throwing her arms in the air.
"And for Ein wolf-wolf?"
"Of course for Ein"
"Yippee Yeah!"
"Okay Okay, one more song Ed. What do you want to sing?"
"Faye-Faye, you pick!"
"Do you mind if I pick?"
I looked up to see William, rather Bill, Doctor Zebb's musical friend.
"Oh, Wil...Bill, nice to see you, again."
"Always a pleasure to see you my dear and who is your little friend here?"
"Ed is Ed, Mr. Bill"
"Ahh I see, do you mind if I suggest a song to Faye?"
"Go-ho-oo right ahead Mr. Bill"
"I want you to play a song Faye that tells me how your feeling on the inside, right now. Can you do that for me?"
"Umm...sure."
Hell, I didn't know how I felt. I was happy to have spent the day with Ed, but thoughts still loomed in my head about Spike. I ran through some possible songs and choose one that suited me the best.
"Okay, got one just don't except much."
"Just play the song Faye"
"Right"
I inhaled and let it all loose.
"I was staring at the sky
Just looking for a star
To pray on or wish on
or something like that
I was having a sweet fix
of a daydream of a boy
Who's reality I knew
was hopeless to be had
But then dove of hope
began it's downward slope
And I believed for a moment that
my chances were approaching to be grabbed
But as it came down near
so did a weary tear
I thought it was a bird
but it was just a paper bag
Hunger hurts
and I want him so bad, oh kills
Cause I know I'm mess
he don't want to clean up
I've got to fold
cause these hands are
just too shaky to hold
Hunger hurts but starving works
when costs to much to love
I went crazy again today
lookng for a strand to climb
looking for a little hope
Baby said he couldn't stay put
he brought his lips to mine
And failed to kiss it,
failed to cope
I said 'honey I don't feel so good
Don't feel justified
come put a little love here in my void'
He said 'it's all in my head'
I said 'So's everything'
but he didn't get it
I thought he was a man
but he was just a little boy
Hunger hurts
and I want him so bad, oh kills
Cause I know I'm mess
he don't want to clean up
I've got to fold
cause these hands are
just too shaky to hold
Hunger hurts but starving works
when costs to much to love
Hunger hurts
and I want him so bad, oh kills
Cause I know I'm mess
he don't want to clean up
I've got to fold
cause these hands are
just too shaky to hold
Hunger hurts but starving works
when costs to much to love"
I had closed my eyes through most the song, after I was done I looked up noticed a large crowd around me.
"Faye, I'm going to be frank with you. We're down a singer at the company and I need someone badly. Would you want to audition for me, please?"
I looked at Ed and the crowd around me, 'What do I have to lose?'
"What do you think Ed?"
"Edward wants to see Faye-Faye audition!!"
Nothing, I had nothing lose. So why the hell not! Why should I let his memory hold me down?
"When would be a good time to come in Bill?"
"How about right now?"
Ed and I gathered our gear and very full bowl of money. We followed Bill onto the train. We took seats next to Bill and I watched the double doors closed. As we started moving I firmly believed I had closed a chapter of my life as I watched the underground tunnels fly by behind me. Today was a new day, whether I liked it or not.
(I hope I didn't miss a chapter some where in there.....oh well bed time for me I'll finish putting these up tomorrow sometime.....)
Faye: The Therapy Sessions *Chapter 14*
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Faye: The Therapy Sessions *Chapter 14*
Well I can fight like the devil
Or do what I'm told
But one of these days
I've got to hit the road
On my way home
I'm coming home
That's where I'm going
Or do what I'm told
But one of these days
I've got to hit the road
On my way home
I'm coming home
That's where I'm going
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"In the clearing stands a Boxer,
And a fighter by his trade,
And he carries the reminders
Of every glove that laid him low
Or cut him 'till he cried out
In his anger and his shame;
I am leaving, I am leaving,
But the fighter still remains."
"The Boxer," Simon & Garfunkel
And a fighter by his trade,
And he carries the reminders
Of every glove that laid him low
Or cut him 'till he cried out
In his anger and his shame;
I am leaving, I am leaving,
But the fighter still remains."
"The Boxer," Simon & Garfunkel