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In Joy and Sorrow: Chapter One, Not an average groupie

Ok this is the best story in the world, but i did not write it. Its from this site http://dreamsinfiction.livejournal.com/90589.html where you can find alot more of the story so please go there and comment. Now if you donâ�™t want to read this much please do because this story is one of the best things ever it has made me laugh, cry it is great. SOOOOOOO PPPLLLLLEAAAAAASSSSSEEEEEEEe read it!! xXx tahlia

In Joy and Sorrow: Chapter One, Not an average groupie

Sighing she pulled the laces out of her boots once again. She had already re-laced them thrice and yet kept missing the same eyelet. Grumbling she once again snaked the fuschia coloured lace up the knee-high black boots. Apparently the fourth time was the charm and she was able to tie the pretty little bow at the top of the boots. A moment later she had zipped up the black dress and smoothed its skirt down.

Stepping front of the full length hotel mirror, the brunette looked herself over. A smile came to her lips as she ran her fingers through her hair once more. Satisfied, she headed to the door, passing by her hotel key without even glancing at it. A moment later the door closed behind her and she realized her key was on the other side.

"Dammit," she muttered, staring at the door.

She did not have the time to go get another key. Time was tight for her plan to work correctly. She hadn't spent hours at the club getting to know everyone who worked there for everything to fail. Time was of the essence. The key could wait.

Hurrying down the hall to the elevator she pushed the button. Her blue eyes went to the counter, watching the lift slowly move to her floor. It took a few deep breaths to keep herself from grumbling at the elevator and it's slowness. With a ding, the doors opened and the girl stepped into the lift, joining a pair of little old ladies. The women stepped closer to the wall, obviously uncomfortable with the girl's appearance. She was rather used to that. Most of the generations older than her had issues with her tattooes, piercings, fuschia streaked hair, and 'gothic' clothing. For awhile it had bothered her, but she quickly overcame that.

"Have you ladies been to the symphony? The conductor is absolutely marvelous!" she commented, smiling. "I attended it the other night and I must say I have not been so moved by a concerto before."

The women's eyes widened slightly, whether from the fact the dark girl addressed them or from the fact she seemed to actually know what she was talking about was uncertain. She merely smiled brightly at them and stepped out once the elevator came to a halt.

Nodding to the clerk behind the desk, she hurried out to her ordered cab. Slipping in, she nervously tapped her right toe as the driver returned to his seat.

"Going for a night out?" he asked as the taxi pulled out of the hotel's parking lot.

"Something like that," she replied, smiling crookedly. "We'll see how long it lasts."

The rest of the journey to the club was filled with rather meaningless chit chat. When the car came to its destination, he handed her his card after she paid her fare, telling her she could call him anytime and he would see her home safely. Thanking him she climbed out of the cab. After it had pulled away from the curb, she dropped his card in the nearest trash can. Something about the cabbie had rubbed her wrong. If she was going back to her hotel that night, she certainly wasn't doing so via that cab again.

A line had already begun to form around the club and it was at least three hours before the doors were to open. Apparently the kids in line had nothing better to do. Heading up to the front of the line, she flashed a smile to the bouncer, standing in front of the door with his arms crossed. He glanced at his watch.

"Running a bit late, Kat?" he teased.

"Not at all. You gonna let me in?" she asked, softly enough that not everyone around would hear her.

"You know I can't."

"I know you can," she retorted.

He leaned forward, "Go around to the back of the building. Knock three times on the second door. Don should be there to let you in."

Victory showed in her eyes, but she did not smile. Instead she put on a pout and moved as if she was going to the end of the line. Though once she got to it, Kat continued on, passing by the tour buses and eventually the dumpsters. Finding the second door, she knocked three times. A moment later it opened and a burly man stood there, staring down at her.

"What do you want?" he growled.

"You know very well, Don," she replied.

"And what do I get out of it?" he retorted.

She rolled her eyes, "Just let me in."

He smirked and stepped aside, "Nice dress, by the way. Fits you well."

"Thanks," she responded stepping into the club. "Where can I find them?"

"Last I heard, upstairs, but they could have moved down to the bar by now," he answered.

Kat frowned a little, "It would be better if they're upstairs. I'll check the bar first though."

Leaving the burly man guarding the door, she headed down the hallway, passing by posters of previous bands to play at the club. Stopping just at the hall's end, she looked over to the bar and found it pleasantly empty, save the bartender who was preparing his bar. With a smile she headed to him.

"Have you my beer?" she asked.

He jumped, having not seen the young woman approaching him, "Jesus, Kat. Couldn't you make more noise or somethin'?"

She chuckled, "You didn't hear me coming?"

He shook his head, before reaching under the bar for what she requested, "But maybe I'm going deaf."

"Probably," Kat grinned. "Thanks alot for keeping these."

"Not a problem, babe," he returned the smile as she accepted the small case of Finnish beer, cooled to the perfect temperature in the bar.

Turning, she headed to the stairs, which required weaving through roadies setting up equipement and barriers. They all seemed rather familiar with the woman, but then again she had spent a few hours the night before, drinking and showing them around. It wasn't often the roadies got attention from the girls, usually just the bands. That of course was all a part of the larger plan.

Carefully ascending the steps so as her boots wouldn't make too much clunking sounds. Pausing at open doors to glance in, she found opening acts and flashed them smiles, offering them a beer as well. They didn't all take her up on the offer, but that suited her just fine. She didn't need to run out of the Finnish nectar before getting to her destination.

Her heart began to pound the closer she got. It seemed her natural stride was much too slow. And the sounds of her boots were clashing with the pounding of her heart in her ears. There was no way she was doing this, that her plan had actually gone just as it should. No way. She had never been that lucky in all of her life.

The door was open. Not fully, but enough she wouldn't have to balance the beer to open it. Fate was smiling upon her that day, she was sure of it. Nudging the door open with her toe, her eyes quickly scanned the room, an easy smile upon her lips. They were all there.... no, he wasn't. What was the point of doing this if the object of her affection wasn't there?

Pushing that aside, she grinned, easily speaking the Finnish she had practiced so many times, "I thought maybe you would need some refreshments before the show?"

Four pairs of eyes turned to her. For a moment she nearly lost her composure. So what if he wasnt there? The rest of the band was. And that was good enough, right?

"How kind of you," a voice came from behind her, nearly making her knees buckle.

She felt his breath on her neck as he glanced over to see what she had. It was so very hard to not close her eyes and act all giddy. That would certainly defeat everything.

Easily reaching in the box with one hand, she handed a bottle over her shoulder easily to him, "My pleasure."

He accepted the bottle before moving around her and taking the case off her hands, setting it on the table in front of the rest of the band, "Why don't you have a seat? I promise Gas will not bite."

"I don't know," she eyed the drummer warily, though inside she was jumping up and down with excitement. "He looks the type to do just that."

"I already ate," he claimed. "You're safe."

With that comment, and a small giggle, she sat on the couch, "My name is Katerina, by the way, but everyone calls me Kat."

"Pleasure to meet you, darling," he said as he sat across from her, removing the cap to the bottle. "I assume you know who everyone is?"

"Hmmmm," she wiggled her nose in thought, "well I know who Gas is. But I would say that's about it."

Of course she knew who they all were, but part of the plan was feigning she didn't....

"Whâ�” then how did you know what beer to bring?" Mige, who was seated on the opposite side of Gas, said.

She shrugged, "I was just told a band from Finland was here. That's all. What band are you again?"

There was dead silence in the room. It wasn't that they were well-known in America, but it also wasn't normal for someone to bring them... treats before a show and have no clue who they were. Kat knew that, she'd done enough research prior to setting everything into motion.

"Nevermind that, sweetheart," his gentle voice broke the silence. "What matters is we are in the presence of a lovely young woman who not only knows her beer but speaks our language. Rather impressive I would say."

Her eyes went to his and once again she nearly melted. Those green eyes were far better in person than any picture or video she had ever seen. A smile instantly touched her lips.

"I'm Ville. He's Linde. Mige. Gas. Burton," he introduced the room, motioning to each man as he said their names.

Kat smiled at each in turn, pretending like she was associating names and faces.

Ville opened his mouth to say something else, but their tour manager entered the room. After conversing rather quickly in Finnish, he left the room.

"I apoloize about that. Apparently the crowd outside is already fairly large," he took a drink of the beer, before setting it on the table and reaching for his cigarettes. "Should we go tease them?"

A grin lit up Kat's face. That was perfect. Something unexpected, not that she had anything planned once she got in the room with the band.

"What do you have in mind?" she asked.

Taking a few drags on his cig, Ville stood up, "Stand for me, darling."

She did as instructed, feeling his eyes look her up and down. Standing before him, Kat was eye to eye with him, thanks to the heels on the boots, otherwise he would have had a few inches over her. A smirk came to his face and turned away. A few moments later he held out a jacket and a hat for her.

Warily she accepted both, pulling them on. Next he held out his cigarette.

"Go stand by the window, with your back mostly to it. They'll think you're me," he claimed.

"Except she's got breasts, Ville," Mige pointed out.

"But they won't be able to see that," he rolled his eyes.

Taking his cigarette, Kat headed over to the window. She even managed to take the natural sway of her hips out as she neared the dirty glass. As she looked out, she understood why the club didn't clean the window, it was a privacy thing almost. Glancing down at the crowd, she raised the cig to her lips and took a drag, waiting for the fans below to notice movement in the window. Turning so her back was to the glass, she lingered for just a moment, long enough to hear a roar of screams outside.

Giggling she moved away, peeling the layers of Ville's clothes off her, "They totally bought it!"

Taking another drag of the cig as she returned the articles where Ville had picked them up, Kat messed her hair again, before plopping down on the couch again. She leaned across the table to offer the cigarette back to him. Without hesitation he accepted it and stuck it in his mouth, not caring about the small coat of lipgloss left upon it.

"Fabulous, sweetheart," he smiled at her.

Cemetery Drive Lyrics - my chemical romance

Cemetery Drive Lyrics

This night
Walk the dead
In the solitary style and crash the
Cementery gates
In the dress your husband hates
way down, mark the grave
Where the searchlights find us drinking by the
Mausoleum door...
And they found you on the bathroom floor

I miss you
I miss you so far
And the collision of your kiss that made it so hard

Back home
Off the run
Singing songs that make you slit your wrists
Isn't that much fun
Staring down a loaded gun
So I won't stop dying
Won't stop lying
If you want I'll keep on crying
Did you get what you deserve?
Is this what you always want me for?

I miss you
I miss you so far
And the collision of your kiss that made it so hard

way down, way down
way down, way down
way down, way down
way down, way down!

I miss you
I miss you so far
And the collision of your kiss that made it so hard

Will I miss you?
Will I miss you, so far?
And the collision of your kiss that made it so hard,
Made it so hard...

way down, way down
way down, way down
way down, way down
way down, way down
way... down...

The River Lyrics

The River Lyrics

She ran until her face was numb with cold and
wore a cotton gown that blazed the night untold.
She ran until her feet refused to hold
so heavy a heart for someone merely ten years old.
And when she reached the river her knees began to shiver,
her head with pounding voices from home.
Behind her was a vision, a painful apparition
of a darker world that no-one should know.

Somebody's bed will never be warm again,
the river will keep this friend.
Yeah somebody's bed will never be warm again,
no never again.

She dived beneath the water's icy skin,
hoping the cold would kill the smell of angry gin,
and her eyes grew wider than they'd ever been
just wishing the numbness to cut deeper with its pins.
And as her body lay there she decided to stay there
till darkness came to pull her away.
And beautifully she sank as up river was the bank
where some bodiless troubles would stay.

Somebody's bed will never be warm again,
the river will keep this friend.
somebody's bed will never be warm again,
no never again.

Somebody's bed will never be warm again,
the river will keep this friend.
somebody's bed will never be warm again,
no never again.

hey this is a story by J. Allen from vampirefreaks (http://vampirefreaks.com/journal.php?u=JayAllen)

Forgotten Follower

try to lift my wings but they are broken and battered. On the ground I look at the pieces of my halo that is now shattered. I look down at the pieces that are scattered; I hang my head as I feel nothing else matters. As you opened up the pearly gates, you felt the shame as I just turned away. I ask for guidance as I began to grow old but all you lend is a shoulder that is so cold. When you left me here, I was on my own. Now I realize I am truly alone. Iâ�™ve sinned but I will never sell my soul. I never knew fire and brimstone could feel so cold. I am a man but inside a monster. I am a prisoner of myself. Buried away in a shallow grave of shame, in a tomb that doesnâ�™t even bare my name. Blinded by pain I took all the blame, but you still looked away. In the end it doesnâ�™t matter what they say because in time even friends betray. The wounds in my back will scar but heal, the pain of the day I will always feel. With my cut and scrapped feet, I walk bare foot down the gutter of a city street. As I walk over the gravel and broken glass my feet begin to bleed again. The more I walk the weaker I feel. I then feel cloaked by mood light, just then the dark clouds kill its sight. No matter how hard I fight all I see is pain when I open my eyes. I feel the acidic rain begin to poor, as it cleanses my cuts and soars. We are filthy with our guilt and sin but the dark clouds wash it all away again. It once again clears are minds and for a moment leaves the anger aside. As I open my deep dark blue eyes I am met by a light blue sky. Over the cleansed city I see the sun rise. Everything that Iâ�™ve been threw and threw all that I will see. I know the grass will still grow even threw the cracks in the concrete. (J.Allen)

lyrics

SUGAR CULT- PRETTY GIRL

pretty girl is suffering while he confesses everything.
pretty soon she'll figure out what his intentions were about.
and that's what you get for falling again;
you can never get him out of your head.
and that's what you get for falling again;
you can never get him out of your head.

it's the way that he makes you feel.
it's the way that he kisses you.
it's the way that he makes you fall in love.

she's beautiful as usual with bruises on her ego and
the killer instinct tells her to be aware of evil men.
and that's what you get for falling again;
you can never get him out of your head.
and that's what you get for falling again;
you can never get him out of your head.

it's the way that he makes you feel.
it's the way that he kisses you.
it's the way that he makes you fall in love. [2x]

pretty girl... pretty girl...

pretty girl is suffering while he confesses everything.
pretty soon she'll figure out: you can never get him out of your head.

it's the way that he makes you cry.
it's the way that he's in your mind.
it's the way that he makes you fall in love.
it's the way that he makes you feel.
it's the way that he kisses you.
it's the way that he makes you fall in love...

SNOW PATROL- YOUâ�™RE ALL I HAVE

Train this chaos turn it into light,
I've gotta see you one last night,
Before the lions take their share,
Leave us in pieces, scattered everywhere,

Just give me a chance to hold on,
Give me a chance to hold on,
Give me a chance to hold on,
Just give me something hold onto,

It's so clear now that you are all that I have,
I have no fear cause you are all that I have,
It's so clear now that you are all that I have,
I have no fear cause you are all that I have,

You're cinematic razor sharp,
A welcome arrow through the heart,
Under your skin feels like home,
Electric shocks on aching bones,

Give me a chance to hold on,
Give me a chance to hold on,
Give me a chance to hold on,
Just give me something hold onto,

It's so clear now that you are all that I have,
I have no fear cause you are all that I have,
It's so clear now that you are all that I have,
I have no fear cause you are all that I have,

There is a darkness deep in you,
A frightning magic I claim to,

Give me a chance to hold on,
Give me a chance to hold on,
Give me a chance to hold on,
Just give me something hold on to,

It's so clear now that you are all that I have,
I have no fear now you are all that I have,
It's so clear now that you are all that I have,
I have no fear now you are all that I have.

hate emo? read this (if you still hate emo...screw you)

HATE EMO?

READ THIS:

Isnt it funny that when you go to the shops with your friends you look down at the girl with black jeans and studs but smile at the girl wearing a a mini with a tshirt that barely cover anything?

Isnt it funny you can change your music taste to impress a guy but when it comes to a girl who likes her own music and her own style, you give her a mouthful?

Isnt it funny that a guy can get away with being a gangsta but the emo gets a mouthful from everyone

are you laughing?

Isnt it funny an emo can be quiet all through the week but gets more shit from everyone than the girl who sleeps around and sells her virginity?

Isnt it funny that you dont mind your friends drinking, smoking but the minute someone mentions emo music you can give them a lecture on melodramatic teenage outcasts?

im not laughing

Its so funny that you and your friends can make a girls life hell and not know anything about the silent battle she might be fighting.

Isnt it funny that you can call emos, punks, goths the retards but still manage to get through your day without an inch of guilt in your heart.

HOW YOU CAN CALL A GIRL A POSER, HOW CAN YOU SAY "YOUR NOT EMO" OR "ATTENTION SEEKER" WITHOUT SPENDING A SECOND TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHY THERE ARE CUTS ON HER WRISTS AND WHY SHE SPENDS HER LUNCHTIMES CRYING INSTEAD OR LAUGHING WITH HER FRIENDS

keep on laughing

Isnt it funny you can say and do all this without any idea of what is going on in this persons life

without knowing her situation with her friends

or her family

or her LIFE

BRAVE ISNT GOING UP ON STAGE AND STRIPPING

BRAVE IS NOT SAYING A SPEECH

OR DUMPING YOUR BOYFRIEND

BRAVE IS

GOING TO SCHOOL ON MUFTI DAY AND NOT FOR A SECOND CARE WHAT THE WHORES AROUND YOU ARE SAYING ABOUT YOUR CLOTHES

ITS LISTENING TO YOUR OWN MUSIC AND BEING PROUD OF IT

ITS GOING THROUGH EVERY DAY WITH THE THINGS PEOPLE SAY TO YOUR FACE AND BEHIND YOUR BACK AND YOU STILL KEEP QUIET

ITS KNOWING WHAT YOUR "FRIENDS" ARE SAYING ABOUT YOU AND STILL CALLING THEM YOUR FRIENDS

BRAVE IS KNOWING THAT TOMOROW ISNT A BRIGHT AND HAPPY FUTURE

ITS ANOTHER DAY OF BITCHING AND DODGING RUMORS

keep on laughing

if you agree put this on ur blog

and advise others to do so

**I Didnt Write This I Just Support It As It Says To Put In Your Blog If You Agree

SEXY LYRICS!!!! LISTEN TO THIS BAND THEY ROCK

Artist: Birthday Massacre, The
Song: Lovers End

Hands cover whispers of the lovers' fright
Fear-cloaked renditions of that autumn night
Digging up rumours of the kids in the park
What awful things happened in the dark?

Take, just one last dare
Pretend you don't care
Till twilight falls
Wait, is someone else here?
And I can't stop my tears
I've never been so scared

In the cellar buried 6 feet deep
The lover's shaken from a dreamless sleep
Nails clawing splinters from the ceiling and floor
Shrieking like the witches til his stitches are sore

Take, just one last dare
Pretend you don't care
Till twilight falls
Wait, is someone else here?
And I can't stop my tears
I've never been so scared

Calling for the other, searching for her lover
Secrets she discovers drain her face of color

1.. 2.. 3.. 4 Underneath the cellar floor
5.. 6..7..8 Lover will suffocate

1.. 2.. 3.. 4 Underneath the cellar floor
5.. 6..7..8 Lover will suffocate

1.. 2.. 3.. 4 Underneath the cellar floor
5.. 6..7..8 Lover will suffocate

1.. 2.. 3.. 4 Underneath the cellar floor
5.. 6..7..8 Lover will suffocate

Artist: Birthday Massacre, The
Song: Over

He watches her while she is sleeping
He wonders if he could watch her forever
He wants to know every secret she keeps
He wants to know what it is that keeps them together
He doesn't know what is real anymore
He tries to read the reflections from her eyes
He never stopped to think about love and direction
He only took the truth from his paranoid lies

Sometimes the beauty starts to die
When it's over
Torture yourself by asking why
But it's over

She watches him as he is leaving
She waits all night till he comes home
She fabricates another reason to stay
She's always so afraid of being alone
She doesn't know what is real anymore
She tries to read the reflections from his eyes
She never stopped to think about love and direction
She only took the truth from her paranoid lies

Sometimes the beauty starts to die
When it's over
Torture yourself by asking why
But it's over

Artist: Birthday Massacre, The
Song: Play Dead

And boys are so cold
They speak without meaning
The only time they talk is in their sleep
And girls are a bore
Their touch without feeling
Their secrets always far too grim to keep
And up until now
You've lived in their shadows trying hard to please them
But they'll never see
And they'll never hear you...tonight

Thinking hurts and thoughts don't rhyme
To those of us who've never tried
To find a face behind our lipstick smiles
And as our pretty faces die
Our plastic hearts will wonder why
The make-up just won't hide the scars of time

And boys are so cruel
So don't let them find you...tonight
And girls are so vain
So put them behind you...tonight
I'll cast you a spell
A magic where everyone plays dead forever
And you'll never smile
There's nothing inside you...tonight

Thinking hurts and thoughts don't rhyme
To those of us who've never tried
To find a face behind our lipstick smiles
And as our pretty faces die
Our plastic hearts will wonder why
The make-up just won't hide the scars of time

Artist: Birthday Massacre, The
Song: Horror Show

They're getting ugly
They're a horror show
And now we're laughing
Because they'll never know
That they have everything
We give them all of our own
And they tell us they're sick and they're all alone

They make fools of us together but we always think of them
All their laughing and their talking and their wasting of our time
And it always hurts to see them now that everything is different
We don't like to see their eyes cause they will never look the same

They shut the door
We fell far behind
We try forgivenes
But they cross the line
And now the moment has passed
And we can't rewind
We are dead long before we run out of time

They make fools of us together but we always think of them
All their laughing and their talking and their wasting of our time
And it always hurts to see them now that everything is different
We don't like to see their eyes cause they will never look the same

Artist: Birthday Massacre, The
Song: Nevermind

Five glasses changed my mind.
Seems like the ticking hands are taking their time.
I guess I've been at home for longer than it takes to unwind,
So slap me if I step out of line.

Now in smaller spaces, careless lust intoxicated.
Away from prying eyes and rabid smiles and everythings shattering.
My invitation was involuntary dilation and now I cant recall your name.

I think we've met before
It was last christmas on our parent's accord
You where the young man in the costume that was hard to ignore
And I was feeling hopelessly bored...

Now you're conversations scholarships and occupations.
You look so different than before when... Never mind... Anyway...
This reckless violation, tarnishing my reputation
Has left me nothing kind to say

Artist: Birthday Massacre, The
Song: Happy Birthday

I think my friend said, "I hear footsteps."
I wore my black and white dress to the
birthday massacre, birthday massacre, birthday
I wore my black and white dress

I think my friend said, "Stick it in the back of her head."
I think my friend said, "Two of them are sisters."
"I'm a murder tramp, birthday boy", I think I said
"I'm gonna bash them in, bash them in", I think he said

Then we wished them all a happy birthday
We kissed them all goodnight. Now he chases me to my room,
chases me to my room, chases me
In my black and red dress

I think my friend said, "Don't forget the video."
I think my friend said, " Don't forget to smile."
"You're a murder tramp, murder tramp", I think he said
"You're a murder boy, birthday boy", I think I said

jordan365!!!

serenade of sarcasm

with step by step
and song by song
serenity is here
nothing is wrong

from heart to heart
and kiss to kiss
we dance on air
and fail to miss

then fight to fight
from hate to hate
ive been hurt bad
too much to take

falls tear by tear
and voice by voice
departing is final
youve made my choice

YAY!! i would like to thank/and give credit to jordan365 for writing this poem

i really like it ^_^

im sorry.....

you know what, this isnt fair. i told him not to do it, i told him i wanted to still be friends with you. and when he asked me why.....do you know what i told him! i told him i love you.

but i geuss its better this way........................ afterall this is what i knew would happen, i made this happen, i pushed you to this......i promise i wont talk to you anymore....thank you for being there for me, even when i wasnt there for you...

xXx goodbye