ha, ir gad stopped but now its going again

 

EDIT- IT HAD stopped but now its going again

:lol:that threw me off for a moment

off of what?

:lol:never mind you fixed it

oh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

:rolleyes:

:lol:

An Unsteady Trapeze Act

Part 3

 

 

 

 

I could feel a burst of energy coursing through my blood as I played the song for the guys. I had written it the night before, in a second attempt to remember my potentially epic song. I knew it wasn't as good as the other song would have been, but I was still very pleased with it.

 

"Something like that." I could see Jonny cringe when I said that. It drives him crazy. "So...?"

 

"I like it," Jonny chimed in. He was always the first to tell me how great I was. He's too nice.

 

"It's pretty good, I think. There was this one bit that sounded a little off, though, but other than that it was good." Guy usually knew what he was talking about. Now for the scary part- Will. I worked so hard on this song, and if he doesn't like it, I know I'll sink into a six-hour depression. That's one of the main reasons I don't like hearing his opinion. Believe it or not, I don't actually like being depressed.

 

"Will?" I asked, turning to the scary drummer. I held my breath. Please like it, please like it, please, I worked so hard on it, please like it.

 

"I actually think it's the best thing you've written in a while, Chris." FUCK YES!

 

"OK!" I grinned. Today was finally gonna be a good day. I played the song again, so that we could all get a feel for it, and so that the others could decide on what they would add to it. After an hour or so we had what could probably be our next big hit. It was such a rush. I started out by playing this really lovely piano bit, then Will came in with this massive drum beat. It was wicked cool. After I sang the first verse, Guy came in with his bass line, then Jonny. Jonny's riffs were always brilliant, and this one was no different. It was like... well, it was brilliant.

 

When we finished the song we all decided it was a good time to go home. I waited in the Bakery until the other three had left. There was no way I was going home now, I had too much of a buzz. I could feel another song coming, and my fingers were itching to play it. Instead of the piano, I chose to pick up one of the acoustic guitars. I messed around for a bit, until I thought I had something. It sounded all right, but it was missing lyrics. I needed something to write about.

 

Well, the other night I had watched this thing on the Discovery channel about dolphins. Dolphins are nice. I tried to work it into a song, just so that the melody wouldn't feel so alone. It ended up going a bit like this:

 

Flipping around

Out in the sea

Splashing like a dolphin

Just you and me

 

If we were dolphins

Life would be great

No more silly worries

You won't hesitate

To live life to it's fullest

Won't regret a thing

If I was a dolphin

To you, girl, I'd sing

 

Not so bad for a song about dolphins. Unfortunately, dolphins aren't really a topic that I could actually use for a song, but at least it was a start. Sometimes I write silly songs that end up going on our albums, so you never know. It didn't matter to me that much then anyway, I just needed to enjoy being this happy while it lasted.

 

"You don't ever stop, do you?" Jonny was standing in the doorway, listening to my song. He kinda frightened me at first. I wonder how long he'd been standing there for?

 

"I can't."

 

"Well, I guess that's part of what makes you brilliant, huh?"

 

"No, I'm not brilliant. The songs, the good songs, they don't come from me. They just kinda appear out of nowhere."

 

"You say that all the time, Chris, but you really are good at this stuff."

 

"And you say that all the time."

 

"Why don't you go home?"

 

"I can't. I have to get the song out of me, otherwise I'll go mad."

 

"Then, can I at least hear it again?"

 

"Why, do you like it?"

 

"It's got a nice melody." I played the song for him again. Wow, what a ridiculous song. This one was definitely from me. Who the hell writes about dolphins? He just stood there, nodding his head and staring at the floor, even after I'd already stopped playing.

 

"Jon?"

 

"Hmm?" He seemed to wake up out of his trance.

 

"Why did you come back? I thought you were going home."

 

"Oh... yeah, about that... um..."

 

"What's wrong?" Jonny had this scared look on his face. It freaked me out a bit. He never looked this scared before.

 

"Uh, I got evicted. I guess the landlord wasn't doing things properly or some shit like that, so everyone got kicked out."

 

"Oh, shit, man. Do you have a place to stay?"

 

"Well, I was just gonna stay here until I could find another place."

 

"No way, you can't stay here. You can stay with me. I've got a spare room, and I'd love to have someone to watch Spongebob with."

 

"Spongebob's not really my thing, but I guess if you don't mind."

 

"Absolutey. This is gonna be great." Poor Jonny. Even though his situation was horrible, I was kinda glad that he got kicked out of his apartment. He was always doing nice things for me, and always trying to pick me up when I was down. Now it was my turn to help him out. I just hoped that it wouldn't backfire. I needed to find some way to not get depressed for the next however many days or weeks or months that he'd be staying with me.

 

 

 

Brookey i want the next chapter! that's great! kangaroos, toothpaste, spongebob, and dolphins?! i think you're the greatest writer of all time! :D!

i have so much to write. :uhoh:.

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^ Woah. your story was really great, you have an amazing imagination. Bravo! :thumbsup:

THALIA! :lol:

I just get very excited whenever I see your siggy.

 

@ jknc---Wow! Such a wonderful imagination as Thalia says. Great story! :D

I have been gone for a week and there was an explosion of fics to read!!! Every last one of them were Brilliant!!!! I love the banter everyone shares between the fics, you all are so funny!!!

wow, jknc!! that was wonderful!!

 

can't wait for more fanfics from you!! :D!!

I really appreciate everyone taking the time to read my story and comment on it.

I have one more. It's about Jonny getting married. Do you guys want to read it or do you need a break?

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Chapter 5

 

 

 

Guy was running as fast as he could through the tunnels that made up the inside of the dam. All the people who thought he ran the London marathon for fun were so wrong. It was just a cover for keeping up his physical fitness for missions like this. He was partially dragging Anderson behind him because she was having trouble keeping up.

"Do you know where you are going?" She asked. Guy didn't answer. He thought is was a ridiculous question. He had studied the blueprints of the inside of the dam relentlessly. He could have found his way if he had been blindfolded. Suddenly, he stopped in front of a closed door.

"This is it." He listened carefully before he entered the room. It was empty. Inside, Anderson saw that it was a communications center. Guy found what he was looking for. He flipped a few switches and put on the radio headset.

"This is Pretty Boy to Mother Bird. This is Pretty Boy to Mother Bird," he repeated, "One eagle and one vulture. Fifteen minutes." That was the message that Guy had been due to send when it was time for their pickup. He added the part about the vulture just to satisfy himself.

 

Guy planted the other two explosive charges at specific locations that had been decide upon by engineers who had reviewed the structural plans of the dam before they left Britain.

"Okay," he told her, "I am going to have to go back and light the other fuse. Wait here and when you see me coming....run like hell."

"Isn't there some other way?" she asked. He shook his head, "Just get ready."

Forty-two seconds later, Guy and Anderson were standing on a small hill overlooking the dam when the second explosion went off. At first nothing happened. But it was designed that way. The explosion weakened the dam enough so that the force of the built up water behind it would push on the dam and cause it to break. It all looked like an accident of nature and weak construction. Suddenly, as if in slow motion large chucks of concrete began to fall from the dam and then the water exploded through the structure and cascaded down the river bed.

"Wow," Anderson said.

"Yeah," Guy agreed, "Isn't that incredible. What a rush."

 

Four hours later the two of them were back in London at the same nondescript building where they had started out. They had retrieved all the gear that they had left on the mountain and were standing by when the helicopter arrived to pick them up. Upon arrival they had quickly been separated. Now Guy had just finished his report to Mr. Jones. He felt a little bit guilty about being so harsh on Anderson. But he still could not understand how or why she had helped the rebels or why she knew the language or why she had helped him in the end.

"I think I have some answers for you," Mr. Jones told him. He pushed the intercom button and told his secretary, "Send in the colonel."

"Colonel Jacobs can fill you in on all the details that we have been able to figure out so far."

But it was not Colonel Jacobs, it was Lieutenant Anderson. She was dressed in the uniform of a full colonel and completely cleaned up.

"What the hell is going on here?!!" Guy jumped up from his chair, very angry.

"Calm down," Mr. Jones told him, "And sit down."

Colonel Jacobs sat down at the conference table and smiled at Guy. He looked away.

"As I reported to Mr. Jones," she said, "You performed magnificently on this mission. You showed excellent judgment, calmness under pressure, ability to think on your feet and compassion when it was called for. I completely recommend that you be upgraded in rank. However, I do not think I would recommend you as an instructor at the operations school .You lack the patience for that." Suddenly, it all came together for Guy.

"You mean this entire mission was a test?" He asked, in disbelief.

"I'm afraid so," Mr. Jones answered.

"But what about those men?"

From behind him a voice said, "You mean us? We are the best stunt men in Britain."

"But the dam......surely...."Guy stammered.

"A very old one that the Greek government was in desperate need of replacing. We just did them a favor." Colonel Jacobs answered. Guy sat there for a long time after the others had left, just wondering what kind of people he was mixed up with.

"Hey," a voice said, "Why don't you let me take you to dinner and you can tell me if you have decided to kiss me or kill me yet?" Colonel Jacobs said. Guy looked at her and smiled, "I decided that the first moment I saw you," he told her. Then he stood, walked over to her, grabbed the collar of her uniform and kissed her hard.

 

THE END

 

 

 

Hope you liked it.

 

:lol: "Pretty Boy". great story!

and we never take a break, so post your other one! :D

 

Brookey i want the next chapter! that's great! kangaroos, toothpaste, spongebob, and dolphins?! i think you're the greatest writer of all time! :D!

 

:blush: thank you, low! :D

hii sis :D xx

emma, don't you still have a fanfic that you need to finish? :whip:

ermm yaaah :P xx

I really appreciate everyone taking the time to read my story and comment on it.

I have one more. It's about Jonny getting married. Do you guys want to read it or do you need a break?

 

we could always use more fanfics!!! :dance::D!!!

M A M A

PART 2

 

 

 

 

So I did have a connection to her. I felt a wave of relief wash over me, at least for a moment. Then I froze once more. This was impossible. Five years ago, Jonny had buried his last grandmother. Her name was Lily. Impossible.

 

“That’s...fucking ridiculous.” Guy said for me. “Lily Buckland is...ya know...six feet under. Pushing daisies.”

 

“Well, Mr. Berryman, that is true...but I am also her.” Guy looked at me, his eyes wide and unfocused.

 

“Chris...ghost.” he choked out, his hand moving to clutch the cross around his neck.

 

“Don’t be...stupid. She’s just crazy. She’s not a...a....” I couldn’t bring myself to say the g-word, perhaps because I wasn’t so sure Guy was wrong. I tried to move my hand to open the door, but I couldn’t. Guy was using my hand as a security blanket. “Let go!” I snapped, trying to shake loose his grip. He refused, so finally I gave up.

 

“Look, lady, I will call the cops...”

 

“That won’t be necessary, Mr. Martin.” she said, waggling her finger. “I’ll be out of your hair. For now.” With that, she disappeared into thin air. I gasped in shock, my head swimming. I was about to scream at Guy to let go of my hand when I realized he was already out on the street, colorless and shaking. I stumbled out of the car as well, yelping continually in fear.

 

“Oh god, oh god, oh god...”

 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck...”

 

“Guy?”

 

“She’s not real, she’s not real...I’m a bit drunk, I’m seein’ things...”

 

“Guy!”

 

“CHRIS!”

 

“Did you see her?”

 

“Shit! What the fuck did you think I was doing in there with you, Sherlock? Of course I fucking saw her, you...”

 

“Okay, I get it!” I yelled. Why did Guy have to be such an angry drunk? “Bloody hell, what do we do now?” I whispered, running a hand through my hair. “You saw her too, so I can’t be insane...”

 

“Maybe we’re both insane.”

 

“She can’t have been real...”

 

“Maybe she was real.”

 

“We can’t have seen her...”

 

“Maybe we did!” cried Guy, rubbing his head. “I don’t know! I can’t...like, think...”

 

I looked sideways at him. “Sit down, you look like you’re gonna pass out.”

 

“I think I’m gonna be sick.” he moaned, leaning against the car. Luckily he didn’t get sick. “Never mind. Can we go?” he asked suddenly, trying to open the car. “I wanna get out o’here.”

 

“But...she was in there.”

 

“Holy shit...! I forgot.” He backed away from the vehicle once more, and I resisted the urge to scream in frustration.

 

“Let’s walk home. You can stay at my place tonight.”

 

“Okay, okay...as long as there’s no cuddling.” he slurred. I grabbed his arm and started walking quickly down the sidewalk. I was terrified, and there was no way I was staying by myself.

 

 

 

Chapter 4[/size][/b]

 

Guy woke up when a brilliant bright light was shown in his face. Instinctively, he screwed his eyes shut tightly. He tried to move but he was still tied to a chair.

"So you are awake," a voice with a very thick accent said, "Perhaps now you will be more willing to tell us where the explosives are." The left side of his head hurt alot and he was slightly confused.

"Why are you asking me that? You have me and obviously I can't use them."

"Yes, but what if you have another partner out there?"

"Well, your little bitch traitor should have told you that it was just the two of us," Guy spat the words out at the man whose face he could not see.

"Very clever of you not to tell her where you hid the explosives," the voice answered. Guy just shook his head. That was a cardinal rule of espionage. Never give up your weapons. His beautiful little box of toys was still safely protected high back up on that mountain. Everything still as it was shipped, except for one thing. At least he still had that trick up his sleeve.

"Very well," the voice said, "If you won't tell us, we will have to give you some incentive to talk," He opened the door and yelled, "Milos!!"

The man who must have been Milos entered the room, pushing someone ahead of him. He gave the person a final push and Lt. Anderson landed at Guy's feet. She looked as though she had been roughed up a bit. But Guy didn't give a shit.

"We will let you two talk for awhile and then we will be back to see which one of you is....how do your say it....more cooperative. Untie them."

 

When the men had gone, Lieutenant Anderson threw her arms around Guy and said." I am so grateful you are alive." Guy pushed her away with such force that she landed against the opposite wall.

"Screw you," he said, with hate and anger in his voice. She looked hurt, "Aren't you glad to see me?" she asked. Guy stood with his hands on his hips and looked at her.

"Right now I don't know whether to kiss you or kill you," he said. She smiled and said, "I'd prefer the first one."

"Yeah, I just bet you would," he mumbled as he started unbuttoning his shirt. Her eyes grew wide at the prospect of seeing Guys shirtless.

"Come here," he ordered. She wasted no time in doing as he commanded.

"Rub my back," he told her.

"This is kind of a weird time for this," she told him, "But I'm up for it if you are."

"Just do it." Anderson started rubbing her hands across the muscles in his back. They were slender and supple and he smelled slightly of mint. She was really starting to enjoy it when she realized that a layer of his skin was rubbing off.

"Yes," he told her, ' That is a thin layer of plastique explosives. I never go anywhere without it. As a matter of fact once I forgot I had it on during a concert and that was almost a disaster." She stared at him in disbelief. Guy sat down and took off one of his boots. Inside the sole was a secret compartment. He loosened it and out fell three matches and three lengths of fuses. He placed them carefully on the table and started to put his shirt back on.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"I am getting the hell out of here. As soon as I blow up this dam," he told her.

"What about me?" she asked. Guy took a deep breath, "I should leave your gorgeous ass here," he told her, "But I am a gentleman and a gentleman would never do that. A gentleman would cart your sorry butt back to Britain so that you can spend you life in prison where you belong." She looked like she might cry.

"Bloody hell," he said, "Cut that shit out." He was standing at the small table shaping the explosive into small charges and inserting the fuses. He slipped two of them into his pocket and afixed one to the door hinge.

"When I tell you, I want you to open that door and call for you friends." He told her. She nodded her compliance.

Guy struck a match and lit the fuse. When the fuse had almost burned down he told her, "Now."

The man with the voice and the man with the gun opened the door just as the charge exploded. They flew backwards with incredible force and landed like two broken dolls on the floor of the outer room. Guy and Anderson were unhurt.

"How did you know that the explosion wouldn't injure us too?" She asked in amazement.

"Because," he told her with a sly little grin, "I am an expert. Now come on."

 

Chapter 5[/size][/b]

 

Guy was running as fast as he could through the tunnels that made up the inside of the dam. All the people who thought he ran the London marathon for fun were so wrong. It was just a cover for keeping up his physical fitness for missions like this. He was partially dragging Anderson behind him because she was having trouble keeping up.

"Do you know where you are going?" She asked. Guy didn't answer. He thought is was a ridiculous question. He had studied the blueprints of the inside of the dam relentlessly. He could have found his way if he had been blindfolded. Suddenly, he stopped in front of a closed door.

"This is it." He listened carefully before he entered the room. It was empty. Inside, Anderson saw that it was a communications center. Guy found what he was looking for. He flipped a few switches and put on the radio headset.

"This is Pretty Boy to Mother Bird. This is Pretty Boy to Mother Bird," he repeated, "One eagle and one vulture. Fifteen minutes." That was the message that Guy had been due to send when it was time for their pickup. He added the part about the vulture just to satisfy himself.

 

Guy planted the other two explosive charges at specific locations that had been decide upon by engineers who had reviewed the structural plans of the dam before they left Britain.

"Okay," he told her, "I am going to have to go back and light the other fuse. Wait here and when you see me coming....run like hell."

"Isn't there some other way?" she asked. He shook his head, "Just get ready."

Forty-two seconds later, Guy and Anderson were standing on a small hill overlooking the dam when the second explosion went off. At first nothing happened. But it was designed that way. The explosion weakened the dam enough so that the force of the built up water behind it would push on the dam and cause it to break. It all looked like an accident of nature and weak construction. Suddenly, as if in slow motion large chucks of concrete began to fall from the dam and then the water exploded through the structure and cascaded down the river bed.

"Wow," Anderson said.

"Yeah," Guy agreed, "Isn't that incredible. What a rush."

 

Four hours later the two of them were back in London at the same nondescript building where they had started out. They had retrieved all the gear that they had left on the mountain and were standing by when the helicopter arrived to pick them up. Upon arrival they had quickly been separated. Now Guy had just finished his report to Mr. Jones. He felt a little bit guilty about being so harsh on Anderson. But he still could not understand how or why she had helped the rebels or why she knew the language or why she had helped him in the end.

"I think I have some answers for you," Mr. Jones told him. He pushed the intercom button and told his secretary, "Send in the colonel."

"Colonel Jacobs can fill you in on all the details that we have been able to figure out so far."

But it was not Colonel Jacobs, it was Lieutenant Anderson. She was dressed in the uniform of a full colonel and completely cleaned up.

"What the hell is going on here?!!" Guy jumped up from his chair, very angry.

"Calm down," Mr. Jones told him, "And sit down."

Colonel Jacobs sat down at the conference table and smiled at Guy. He looked away.

"As I reported to Mr. Jones," she said, "You performed magnificently on this mission. You showed excellent judgment, calmness under pressure, ability to think on your feet and compassion when it was called for. I completely recommend that you be upgraded in rank. However, I do not think I would recommend you as an instructor at the operations school .You lack the patience for that." Suddenly, it all came together for Guy.

"You mean this entire mission was a test?" He asked, in disbelief.

"I'm afraid so," Mr. Jones answered.

"But what about those men?"

From behind him a voice said, "You mean us? We are the best stunt men in Britain."

"But the dam......surely...."Guy stammered.

"A very old one that the Greek government was in desperate need of replacing. We just did them a favor." Colonel Jacobs answered. Guy sat there for a long time after the others had left, just wondering what kind of people he was mixed up with.

"Hey," a voice said, "Why don't you let me take you to dinner and you can tell me if you have decided to kiss me or kill me yet?" Colonel Jacobs said. Guy looked at her and smiled, "I decided that the first moment I saw you," he told her. Then he stood, walked over to her, grabbed the collar of her uniform and kissed her hard.

 

THE END

 

 

Hope you liked it.

you are a great writer!!!!!:D:D:D:DWow this story was beautiful!!!cant wait for more

 

we both call Guy PrettyBoy in our stories:lol::laugh3::wacky: