I Will Stand With You Forever
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Category:
Romance › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
1
Views:
985
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Prologue
DISCLAIMER: "I Will Stand With You Forever" is my first original work of fiction. By that, I mean I own it. The title (a reworded line from the song), along with the story, is inspired by the song "Your Guardian Angel" which is sung by and copyright of the band Red Jumpsuit Apparatus. I do not make profit from the use of their song. Also, while the general setting, characters, and the plot itself are products of my imagination, the Philippines, where most of the story takes place, is a real country. But everything else is mine 'kay? The rest of the disclaimer can be read on top and still applies. Please feel free to pass this work around, just make sure you credit me =) thanks!
A/N: I've been writing stories since I was eight. This is the first I've been proud of enough to post online. Maybe it's good, maybe it's not enough. But it's a story in my head that wants to be told, so here I am telling it. Please take the time to review. It would mean the world to me. Thanks again!
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PROLOGUE
Thirteen years ago
Twenty two year old James William Dresdale ran his hands through his brown curls before peering at the crowd from behind the curtains. He took a deep breath, willing himself to stop shaking. He couldn’t believe he was here. After fifteen years of studying, practicing, and dreaming about this day, he finally had the chance to perform his music in front of strangers. They were going to listen to the words he wrote and hear him sing to the notes he would play on his guitar.
The moment he thought about it, the air around him instantly became dry and hot. All of a sudden, he felt like he wasn’t ready. He couldn’t even remember why he wanted to do this in the first place. He fell onto a chair; his breathing uneven as fear gripped him and wormed his way into his heart. He knew he had nothing to show whoever was out there. He was just a kid who thought he could gather what remained of his broken life and make a something out of himself.
He looked at the guitar his father had given him on his seventh birthday. It had been too big for him then. But he had fallen in love with it since he first saw his father playing it and was ecstatic when he realized it was his. From that moment on, he knew he wanted to be a musician.
A sharp rap on the door tore him from his reveries. Panic overtook him. He was hearing someone shouting through the door, but he didn’t understand any of the words. He glanced at a fire exit to his right. Before he could move to the door, a tall plump redhead walked in from the other door and began ushering him from his seat.
“You’re up my boy!” She told him in a thick Irish accent, dragging him onto his feet and setting him down on the lone bar stool that occupied the stage. She handed him his guitar. “Make your father proud.” She winked at him before disappearing from the stage.
The soft red and yellow spot lights that focused on him provided just enough illumination for him to see the people who were there to witness his performance. The crowd was small that night. There were about thirty people inside the small bar, a fair number of them old and well worn beyond their years. They drank quietly from their seats, looking expectantly at him. He scanned the crowd quickly for a familiar face. Unable to recognize anyone, he smiled. If he did badly, he could still leave the club with his dignity intact. He plucked at his guitar strings once, making sure they were tuned. Satisfied, he clutched at the microphone on the stand and turned it on.
“Good evening all. I’m Will Dresdale.” He started, his voice wavering. “Tonight, I’ll be performing a short song that I wrote for the girl who’d turn my life around. I haven’t found her yet but I just want to be prepared.” He joked. “I know it’s not finished but i’m hoping you’ll tell me if it’s good eh?”
Heavy silence met his introduction. He looked at the crowd pleadingly for a response, what was left of his bravado failing. A second later, a soft clapping made its way to his ears. He squinted his eyes to find his solitary supporter. His gaze fell on a tiny Asian child to the right side of the stage. She looked about five or six years old to him. The two buns at the side of her head were coming loose; her eyes looked glassy and tired against her dirty tear-streaked face. Behind her on the table, her schoolwork lay open and unfinished. But she was on her feet, clapping as hard as she can for him, a huge smile on her oval face. Her enthusiasm was inevitable and contagious. Soon, the barfolk followed suit.
His courage restored, he decided to focus on the little girl as he sang his song.
When I see your smile,
Tears roll down my face.
I can't replace.
And now that I'm stronger, I have figured out,
How this world turns cold and it breaks through my soul.
And I know I'll find deep inside me,
I can be the one.
I will never let you fall.
I'll stand up with you forever.
I'll be there for you through it all.
Even if saving you sends me to heaven.
He found himself on his knees in front of the child, holding out his hand and nodding at her to join him on stage. He didn’t understand why he did it, but something made him want to erase the sadness that he saw in her emerald green eyes. He knew that look. He had seen it on the mirror everyday for a long time after his mother died.
It's okay,
It's okay,
It's okay-ay-ay-ay-ay
Almond shaped eyes grew wide and reflected him. She looked scared for a while but he kept his offered hand. Finally, she gave him a shaky nod and allowed him to lead her to the barstool.
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.
He was singing to her, pouring out his soul to the tiny jewel who made his night. Her smile grew wider. She stood up on the chair so that she was level with his shoulders and put her tiny hands on his face.
I will never let you fall.
I'll stand up with you forever.
I'll be there for you through it all.
Even if saving you sends me to heaven.
When he finished his song, he set down his guitar and bowed to the applause he received. “Thanks everyone! I guess you guys liked it. Goodnight!” he waved at them.
When he turned to help the little girl down, she pushed herself off from the stool and threw her arms around him. Without thinking, he caught her with a grunt and prodeeded to give her a quick hug. The crowd erupted with claps and cheers.
“Thank you.” He smiled at her as he carried her down the stage.
“Everybody needs to be loved.” She whispered quietly to his ear when he put her down. Before he could say anything, she gave him a tiny peck on the cheek and ran off to the old woman at the front door who was motioning for her to hurry up.
He moved to go after them, just so he could ask for her name. Before he could take a step forward, a hand caught his arm.
“Mr. Dresdale, I’m Elizabeth Paltrow.” The blonde woman in front of him held out her hand for him to take.
He shook his head, confusion evident in his bright blue eyes.
“I’m a talent scout from 6th Symphony; the record label. You sang pretty well up there.... gave quite a performance too.” Elizabeth offered a winning smile.
Will finally shook her hand but remained quiet. He understood that she was an interested talent scout. But he was so afraid it might not be real that he still couldn’t trust himself to speak.
Elizabeth didn’t miss a beat. She put one hand at the small of his back and led him to the bar. “Would you like to discuss your music with me over a drink?”
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A/N: Well? What do you think?
A/N: I've been writing stories since I was eight. This is the first I've been proud of enough to post online. Maybe it's good, maybe it's not enough. But it's a story in my head that wants to be told, so here I am telling it. Please take the time to review. It would mean the world to me. Thanks again!
-------------
PROLOGUE
Thirteen years ago
Twenty two year old James William Dresdale ran his hands through his brown curls before peering at the crowd from behind the curtains. He took a deep breath, willing himself to stop shaking. He couldn’t believe he was here. After fifteen years of studying, practicing, and dreaming about this day, he finally had the chance to perform his music in front of strangers. They were going to listen to the words he wrote and hear him sing to the notes he would play on his guitar.
The moment he thought about it, the air around him instantly became dry and hot. All of a sudden, he felt like he wasn’t ready. He couldn’t even remember why he wanted to do this in the first place. He fell onto a chair; his breathing uneven as fear gripped him and wormed his way into his heart. He knew he had nothing to show whoever was out there. He was just a kid who thought he could gather what remained of his broken life and make a something out of himself.
He looked at the guitar his father had given him on his seventh birthday. It had been too big for him then. But he had fallen in love with it since he first saw his father playing it and was ecstatic when he realized it was his. From that moment on, he knew he wanted to be a musician.
A sharp rap on the door tore him from his reveries. Panic overtook him. He was hearing someone shouting through the door, but he didn’t understand any of the words. He glanced at a fire exit to his right. Before he could move to the door, a tall plump redhead walked in from the other door and began ushering him from his seat.
“You’re up my boy!” She told him in a thick Irish accent, dragging him onto his feet and setting him down on the lone bar stool that occupied the stage. She handed him his guitar. “Make your father proud.” She winked at him before disappearing from the stage.
The soft red and yellow spot lights that focused on him provided just enough illumination for him to see the people who were there to witness his performance. The crowd was small that night. There were about thirty people inside the small bar, a fair number of them old and well worn beyond their years. They drank quietly from their seats, looking expectantly at him. He scanned the crowd quickly for a familiar face. Unable to recognize anyone, he smiled. If he did badly, he could still leave the club with his dignity intact. He plucked at his guitar strings once, making sure they were tuned. Satisfied, he clutched at the microphone on the stand and turned it on.
“Good evening all. I’m Will Dresdale.” He started, his voice wavering. “Tonight, I’ll be performing a short song that I wrote for the girl who’d turn my life around. I haven’t found her yet but I just want to be prepared.” He joked. “I know it’s not finished but i’m hoping you’ll tell me if it’s good eh?”
Heavy silence met his introduction. He looked at the crowd pleadingly for a response, what was left of his bravado failing. A second later, a soft clapping made its way to his ears. He squinted his eyes to find his solitary supporter. His gaze fell on a tiny Asian child to the right side of the stage. She looked about five or six years old to him. The two buns at the side of her head were coming loose; her eyes looked glassy and tired against her dirty tear-streaked face. Behind her on the table, her schoolwork lay open and unfinished. But she was on her feet, clapping as hard as she can for him, a huge smile on her oval face. Her enthusiasm was inevitable and contagious. Soon, the barfolk followed suit.
His courage restored, he decided to focus on the little girl as he sang his song.
When I see your smile,
Tears roll down my face.
I can't replace.
And now that I'm stronger, I have figured out,
How this world turns cold and it breaks through my soul.
And I know I'll find deep inside me,
I can be the one.
I will never let you fall.
I'll stand up with you forever.
I'll be there for you through it all.
Even if saving you sends me to heaven.
He found himself on his knees in front of the child, holding out his hand and nodding at her to join him on stage. He didn’t understand why he did it, but something made him want to erase the sadness that he saw in her emerald green eyes. He knew that look. He had seen it on the mirror everyday for a long time after his mother died.
It's okay,
It's okay,
It's okay-ay-ay-ay-ay
Almond shaped eyes grew wide and reflected him. She looked scared for a while but he kept his offered hand. Finally, she gave him a shaky nod and allowed him to lead her to the barstool.
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.
He was singing to her, pouring out his soul to the tiny jewel who made his night. Her smile grew wider. She stood up on the chair so that she was level with his shoulders and put her tiny hands on his face.
I will never let you fall.
I'll stand up with you forever.
I'll be there for you through it all.
Even if saving you sends me to heaven.
When he finished his song, he set down his guitar and bowed to the applause he received. “Thanks everyone! I guess you guys liked it. Goodnight!” he waved at them.
When he turned to help the little girl down, she pushed herself off from the stool and threw her arms around him. Without thinking, he caught her with a grunt and prodeeded to give her a quick hug. The crowd erupted with claps and cheers.
“Thank you.” He smiled at her as he carried her down the stage.
“Everybody needs to be loved.” She whispered quietly to his ear when he put her down. Before he could say anything, she gave him a tiny peck on the cheek and ran off to the old woman at the front door who was motioning for her to hurry up.
He moved to go after them, just so he could ask for her name. Before he could take a step forward, a hand caught his arm.
“Mr. Dresdale, I’m Elizabeth Paltrow.” The blonde woman in front of him held out her hand for him to take.
He shook his head, confusion evident in his bright blue eyes.
“I’m a talent scout from 6th Symphony; the record label. You sang pretty well up there.... gave quite a performance too.” Elizabeth offered a winning smile.
Will finally shook her hand but remained quiet. He understood that she was an interested talent scout. But he was so afraid it might not be real that he still couldn’t trust himself to speak.
Elizabeth didn’t miss a beat. She put one hand at the small of his back and led him to the bar. “Would you like to discuss your music with me over a drink?”
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A/N: Well? What do you think?