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When you were a little girl, you always sung, and when you did, the birds would stop to listen...
“Dave!” You called. You were sixteen.
“Sup, (f/n),” He said back. You were at the airport waiting for your flight. It was your first big gig tonight, and you wouldn't have missed it for the life of you, or at least that's what you thought at the time.
“Wish me luck?” You asked.
“Of course,” he replied. You were slightly saddened that day. You had to leave behind your best friend and crush, Dave Strider.
“Flight 113 has landed, flight 113 has landed, all flight 113 passengers please come to your designated area,” The speakers rasped out your signal. You quickly hugged Dave and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, the way you usually said goodbye to him. Then, you ran after your flight.
You hummed all the way to Britain, humming the tune of the new song you had written. You had performed at clubs, but now, you had an agent who loved hearing you sing. You were very nervous, and soon drifted off to sleep.
You are now 20. Your first gig was a big hit, but now, you wished you had never left your friend. You always had a busy schedule, and sometimes even forgot to sleep. You agent would always come in with a cup of coffee and say, “nothing a little makeup and a smile couldn't fix”. Then she'd hum one of her favorite songs by you as she walked out. The days were always the same, you'd get up, you'd sing at a show, you'd get on a flight, you'd sing a show there, you'd sign autographs, and if you were lucky you'd get sleep, but you wanted out. Then, you heard that you were going to sing in America, and afterward you'd have a one week break. You immediately requested Texas, seeing as how Dave always said he'd move back there, where he was born. They sighed and agreed.
You got to Texas, and sung your newest song. It was about Dave, and it seemed fitting, accept for the second stanza, but oh well. You got up on stage and said your introduction, then said,
“This one's for a boy I once knew, and hope to see again tonight,” Then screamed “Are you ready?!” The crowd cheered a yes, and you began singing,
“I remembered a boy like you
But he was younger and just too cool
You found me hanging round, anywhere
You said your name as you fluffed your hair
So now I see you standing here
Same golden hair, same things that once were near
And now I look at you and I think
You stole my heart, my soul, and a wink
Why you gotta be like
Why you gotta be like that
You sly cat
You stole my heart from me again
With those piercing eyes that I have to guess
Yeah you stole my heart but you didn't press
Your love
Back to me
So now you stand around near the place
Where I spend most my time, like my base
When you find me you stand in the crowd
But, you never thought I'd leave you now
A world tour all over the place,
But wherever I go you're in my face!
Why you gotta be like
Why you gotta be like that
You sly cat
You stole my heart from me again
With those piercing eyes that I have to guess
Yeah you stole my heart but you didn't press
Your love
Back to me
Back to me
Yeah back to me
Come back to me~”
When you finished the song the crowd cheered.
At the end of the show, you sat backstage in your dressing room. Then there was a knock at the door.
“Come in!” You said.
“So a boy huh?” You heard a familiar voice say. You turned to see Dave. Your eyes widened and you leapt up and hugged him crying into his shoulder.
“I missed you so much!” You cried. He stroked your hair and shushed you. You stopped sobbing, but continued to shake as if you were. Your manager then came in.
“That was great, (f/n), you – Who's this?” She asked.
“He's -”
“I'm her boyfriend, sorry to interrupt, she just needed to vent for a little, if you want I'll get out of your hair,” Dave interrupted.
“Boyfriend? (f/n) why didn't you tell me you had such an attractive boyfriend? We would've let him come with you, if he didn't get in the way – too much.” She said “ How long have you two been dating anyway?”
“Four years now, and counting,” Dave replied.
“Wow, well, as I was going to say, you did very well out there, and you deserve a break from all this showbiz. You have one week,” She said and left.
“One week, huh?” Dave asked. You nodded. “Whaddaya say? Are you gonna be my girl?” You nodded in response and hugged him tighter. He gave you a kiss on the lips, and for all that one week you spent every moment with him. Then departure time came, but this time, you left the airport, hand in hand, with him.
