DISCLAIMER:I do not own, or have anything to do with Orlando Bloom or anyone/anything associated with him. Somara, Raina, Sarina, Kaila, Debbie, and Charlie belong to me.
Learning to Live Again
Disclaimer: I do not own Orlando or anything associated with him, but I do own Kaila, Debbie, and Charlie. Enjoy! ;) I do not own Ra or their AWESOME song "On My Side"; I also do not own Garth Brooks or his songs "Learning to Live Again" or ìEvery Now and Then.î NOR do I own SEETHER ((Don't I wish!)) or their BEAUTIFUL SONG ìThe Gift.î GO GET THE NEW ALBUM, it ROCKS! Also: This is my dreamland version of LAÖIíve never been there, nor do I know a thing about it. This story is just for fun. ;)
Summary: He's lost himself in a sea of fame. She's lost everything she's ever had. Can a woman from his past and down on her luck make him remember who he really is and get back on her feet at the same time?
Rating: PG-13.
Part Seven:
Hello
Kaila was at the cafÈ fifteen minutes early, and to her surprise, they had an open mic night going on. Immediately she returned to her Eclipse to bring in her guitar. Perhaps later she could play and regale her friends with her now-finished song. And maybe she would ëwowí this guy, whoever he was, with her ability to play, if not sing.
Or maybe she would play before they got there to entertain herself. She had a feeling that Debbie would be pretty late. That sounded like the best option, so she signed up on the list to play. In no time, her name had been called, and she walked up on stage, her guitar in tow, while several people in the audience whistled and gave catcalls. Always shy about things like that, Kaila blushed and sat down on the stool provided. She pulled out her guitar and began to play a few covers, one by Live, another by Sarah McLachlan, and another by Our Lady Peace. She had received a few whistles and some moderate applause, but she knew that she was just warming up. Her final song would be her best. Kaila began strumming the guitar softly and began to sing in a low voice:
ìHold me now I need to feel relief
Like I never wanted anything
I suppose Iíll let this go and find a reason Iíll hold on to
Iím so ashamed of defeat
And Iím out of reason to believe in me
Iím out of trying to get by
ìIím so afraid of the gift you give me,
I donít belong here and Iím not well
Iím so ashamed of the lie Iím living
Iím right on the wrong side of it all.
ìI canít face myself when I wake up and look inside a mirror
Iím so ashamed of thatÖthing
I suppose Iíll let it go ëtill I have something more to say for me
Iím so afraid of defeat
And Iím out of reason to believe in me
Iím out of trying to define
ìIím so afraid of the gift you give me,
I donít belong here and Iím not well
Iím so ashamed of the lie Iím living
Iím right on the wrong side of it all.î
Kaila let the words of the song penetrate her very being as she came into the break of the song, and closed her eyes as the solid melody of the music flowed over her senses. Each note she strummed or picked was like a breath of life to her lungs, and she soaked it in without delay. She took a deep breath and began to sing once more.
ìHold me now I need to feel complete
Like I matter to the one I needÖ
ìIím so afraid of the gift you give me
I donít belong here and Iím not well
Iím so ashamed of the lie Iím living
Iím right on the wrong side of it all.
ìNow Iím ashamed of this
I am so ashamed of this
Now Iím so ashamed of me
I am so ashamed of meÖî
Silence enveloped her for what seemed like the longest time, until one pair of hands began to clap. To Kaila, if one person liked it, then it was a winner in her book. She opened her eyes, and followed the noise to where the first clap had come from. By now others had picked up on the movement, and most people in the room were clapping for the young woman in the red dress. When her hazel eyes met his chocolate ones, her jaw dropped and a smile spread her lips.
What was he doing here?!
When Debbie stepped up behind him, clapping as well, with an ear-to-ear grin on her face, Kaila knew instantly who the mystery friend was. She curtsied to the crowd and put her guitar back into its case. Latching it up, she stood and walked off of the stage. She set her guitar at their table and began to make her way over to the gathered group of her friends. Several compliments interrupted her path, but she hardly dared to look him in the eyes as she toyed with one of the rhinestones on the dress.
She stopped when she saw his feet right in front of hers. Suddenly she felt a finger tuck itself under her chin and lift it up. Kaila grew dizzy when she looked into his eyes again.
ìHello, Love,î he spoke cheerily, and Kaila grew almost giddy for the moment, hearing that lovely British accent. It took her a second to catch her breath from seeing how wonderful he looked. His hair didnít look any different from the cover of the Rolling Stone sheíd just read, and he was dressed as odd as was normal for him. He wore a white button-down dress shirt, untucked, under a black sport coat and black slacks. His black shoes shined, as did his smile. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly before her grin broke out into a full-blown smile.
ìHello, Orlando.î
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Debbie had been mumbling something about coming in the door last, behind she and Charlie, and Orlando had just nodded, pretending to listen, because heíd thought heíd heard a very familiar voice singing. Sure enough, when heíd peeked around the corner there she was.
Kaila.
Her eyes were closed tightly while she let the notes carry her away as he had seen her do many a time. The words flowed from her tongue and covered his senses like warm chocolate, and he smiled brightly. For the first time in months, Orlando had felt like he was home. He lifted a hand to hush Debbie and she frowned, but stepped around the corner and stopped dead in her tracks as she saw her friend singing on stage.
ìDid she write that?î Debbie whispered and Orlando just shrugged.
ìIíve never heard it,î he replied quickly, wanting to hear more of the song. He grew silent, hoping that Debbie would take the hint and leave him alone. The lyrics fell hard upon his ears, and a shiver ran down his spine as she sang the words. What had made her feel that way? His smile faltered a moment at the thought that it might have been him.
As she drew the song to a close, Orlandoís smile widened, and when she sat on stage taking in breath after breath to calm her nerves, Orlando wanted to be the first one to give her applause. Moments later, when no one did applaud, Orlando brought his hands together so loudly that it made Debbie jump beside him. He continued to applaud her, and he watched as her shoulders sagged, letting out a breath she didnít know sheíd been holding, and her reaction as she looked up into his eyes. He watched the shock register in her eyes as she took notice of him, and she quickly broke the eye contact as she went about packing up her guitar. She returned it to the table before proceeding over to him, Debbie, and Charlie. He watched, a smile etched on his face, as she was stopped time and again by people telling her what a wonderful job she had done.
They were still applauding her when she met him at the doorway, her eyes cast to the floor. His smile widened at her cute shyness, and slid the knuckle of his index finger under her chin. Orlando tilted her head up so that she would meet his eyes, and a stab cut through his heart that he had ever left this girl on her own. What had he been thinking when heíd gotten together with Kate? He could have had this beautiful woman here all to himself. He somehow got the feeling that she wouldnít be the one to break his heart. He took a breath and restrained himself from kissing her senseless. He settled for a soft, ìHello, love.î
She blinked twice at him, as if trying to register whether or not he was really there. He saw her draw in a deep breath before letting it out painfully slow before she answered him.
ìHello, Orlando.î
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