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    <center>lan22

    Self involved security, yet you are such a part of me
    And somehow what we do seeps into me, seeps into you
    It's subtle-it's creepy knees
    It's condescension versus humility
    I know you! (I swear I do)
    You're just like me- You're sipping a cup of pity
    Did I forget to mention I'm the centre of attention?
    In my universe my pain's my pension.
    (venus hum)
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    <center>Play me a groove, one for my radio - one for my love
    That came and went
    So many stories, hey man I'm sorry.
    Joe, this is just a song to pay the rent.

    If you get tired of satellite flyers
    And fame has let you down
    Under the wire and over the moon
    I'm around.

    (angie aparo)
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    "Who is she again?"

    "I thought the band decided that they didn't need a singer."

    "Who is she?"

    "I thought the band liked just playing music."

    "No, really. Who is she?"

    "I think the band needed her after all."


    The place was a new find, somewhere she snuck off to in her time of hiding out. Right when she stepped foot inside, Lantana found her new addiction. There was a full band on stage, without a singer, but she never, ever had a thought that they'd want her. She liked the music just fine. It was soothing, relaxing and made the atmosphere that much more comfortable.


    "You didn't answer me."

    "What?"

    "Who is she?"

    "Oh, the drummer found her across town one night, singing in some small bar. He asked if she was interested in singing sometimes for the band."

    "I guess she said yes."

    "No doubt, she said yes."


    It was late night. There wasn't much of a crowd by now and considering the fact that she couldn't sleep and she had nothing better to do, she accepted the invitation to join the band on stage for what was supposed to be one song. Just one song.

    She sang Ella.

    She sang Frank.

    She sang Bobby and Billie and the small crowd couldn't get enough.

    She wouldn't disappoint them, either.

    She sang until she was blue in the face. She sang until her voice cracked and rasped, until she could hardly breathe, until the drummer decided for himself that she needed a break (along with the rest of the guys) and ushered her offstage, into the late night crowd that tracked every motion from the pale haired woman with their eyes. A few swarmed around her, asking her name, asking if she was famous, if she was single, if she--if if if.

    In that time she felt alive again. She realized she couldn't walk away from something, too, that she'd loved so much. It wasn't so much the compliments that made her heart pound; it was their reactions--their wide eyes and wide smiles. The happiness generated in their laughter and how she erased all of their worries; all of their problems just by singing. Even if it was only temporary: Just for a night. Not even that. Maybe it was only an hour. But, it was enough time for her to make the decision to fall out of hiding and back into music.

    And she fell that night; arms wide, back into the business.

    This time, there would be no breaks.

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    <center>
    Live, baby live
    Now that the day is over
    I got a new sensation
    In perfect moments
    Impossible to refuse

    Sleep, baby sleep
    Now that the night is over
    And the sun comes like a god
    Into our room
    All perfect light and promises

    Gotta hold on you
    A new sensation
    A new sensation
    Right now
    Gonna take you over
    A new sensation
    A new sensation

    Dream, baby dream
    Of all that?s come and going
    And you will find out
    In the end
    There really is
    There really is no difference

    Cry, baby cry
    When you got to get it out
    I?ll be your shoulder
    You can tell me all
    Don?t keep it in ya
    Well, that?s the reason why I?m here

    Are you ready for a new sensation?
    A new sensation
    Right now
    Gonna take you on a new sensation
    A new sensation

    Hate, baby hate
    When there?s nothing left for you
    You?re only human
    What can you do
    It?ll soon be over
    Don?t let your pain take over you

    Love, baby love
    It?s written all over your face
    There?s nothing better we could do
    Than live forever
    Well, that?s all we?ve got to do

    Hey now, I?m gonna take a new sensation
    A new sensation
    (inxs)</center>

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    "So, I'm pretty sure you've heard by now."

    "Heard what?"

    "I moved in with him."

    "Moved in with who? Who? What what?"

    "With Ky--Shep. You know, Shep, the guy I told you about."

    "Oh! The guy that kept calling your cell asking for Margo, right. Did you ever find out who this Margo person is supposed to be?"

    "Uhm, actually, no, I--"

    "Hold up, back up. You moved in with him?!"

    "That's what I said."


    This was a conversation by phone, one that had been going on for a small while now. Lantana on one end, Eliza on the other.


    "Have you lost your ever-loving mind?! Why so soon, this is so soon. Do you know what other people will thi--"

    "Eliza, I could care less what other people think, you know that."

    "You're turning into me. This is not a good thing. So, is he good in bed?"

    "What? No, Eliza, I'm not answering that! It's none of your business!"

    "I'm making it my business. So, is he?"

    "...."

    "Uh-huh. He is, isn't he? He rocks your world in between the sheets, doesn't he, Lan?"

    "I'm not telling you that!"


    On one end there was a wildcat grin. On the other, blushing cheeks and wide eyes.


    "Well, as long as you're happy. That's all that really matters. Bump what other people think."

    "Huh?"

    "..It's not important. And I'm happy to hear you're doing better and that you're happy and all. I've gotta go, though. Love ya."


    Lantana didn't get a chance to say a goodbye, or add anything in. The line was already dead. She leaned back against the couch, drawing in a deep, deep breath.

    When she exhaled, it was through a dreamy smile.

    Happy, she was, very happy. But at the same time, there was a little sadness.

    Only because she'll be alone this weekend.

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    She barely made it home; tired, but at least she could breathe clearly now. Tired, but she could hardly sleep. There were things she had to get down, get out of her system.

    Journal entry

    I don't know what happened tonight. I was talking to Darren, then, out of nowhere it seemed, I couldn't breathe. I'm pretty sure I ran a fever, too. And oh I got so tired, so tired. But the breathing, or lack thereof, was the worst. The complete worst. I've never had that happen, not so bad. And you know what?

    Not a damn person was concerned.

    Well, Darren seemed concerned, but I think that was part of a game more than him being sincere. I'm not so sure, but I do know this:

    If he wasn't there, and it lasted longer--they would've let me die.

    Can you fucking believe that?

    I have nothing for those people. And I thought I cared for them--and Jake. More importantly Jake.

    Why should I? When I see how much I'm cared for, why should I?

    I don't need them. I hate them.

    Except for Blythe and Kyle.

    I'm so tired. So..

    <font color="#000002" size="1">[ March 20, 2006 01:16 AM: Message edited by: for the record ]</font>

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