Post by Galileo Figaro on Oct 29, 2008 12:35:43 GMT -5
A/N: This is a little thing I wrote earlier this year for my GCSE English coursework. We were asked to write either a short story or a first chapter on whatever we want. This is mine. It's my interpretation of two scenes from We Will Rock You. My grade for this was A/ borderline A*. Hope you like it
Oh, there are one or two swearwords involved, but in my defence they were in the script that I based it around!! In the current version of the line is slightly different. Don't sue me!!! xD
Also the lines in italics in between the paragraphs are lines from the two songs. The first part is based around the song Who Wants To Live Forever and the scene is from the second act when Galileo and Scaramouche fall in love. The second part is in the second act, about three scenes after when they have fallen out and the lyrics in italics are from the song Hammer to Fall. Please note it is not the whole song, just excepts fitting to the thoughts of the characters. Comments welcome.
“I… I love you, Scaramouche!” Gazz proclaimed. I felt my stomach hit the floor and bounce back up again. Did he just say what I thought he said? No. He didn’t. He couldn’t. He barely knew me. But why did I get those funny feelings in my stomach whenever I was around him? It was almost like there was a sudden tremor erupting in my stomach, and I could not distinguish as to whether it was out of fear or excitement.
“I… I love you too… Gazz…” Okay, I didn’t just say that. Oh dear.
“Then if I have your love, dying doesn’t matter much at all, does it?” His voice shook with a mixture of emotion and sorrow. I looked at him. He was staring at me like all girls want to be looked at. He wasn’t like any other guy I had ever met. His eyes seemed to sparkle in the fading sunlight.
It’s funny how those three little words can turn your world upside down and inside out. I bet those Gaga Girls, who made it their life’s ambition to torment me, would do anything to be in my shoes. To have a guy tell them he loves them. I could just see the looks on their faces now. They probably would not believe their eyes, having told me that I would never find someone to love me.
The temperature within the van had risen by several degrees within the space of a few minutes. I could feel his body heat radiating off him. My stomach felt like it was doing cartwheels and my hands were sweating. I didn’t know what to do. This had never happened before.
I looked down at my hand as it rested on the mattress that we were sitting on, feeling a warm, tingling sensation on the back of my hand. His hand was covering mine, his fingers intertwined with mine. It felt like my skin was on fire, sending shockwaves crashing through my body.
My head was spinning. It was becoming too much. I felt like I was going to explode. Nothing made sense anymore. What was right seemed wrong and what was wrong seemed right. My world was being turned upside down and there was nothing I could do about it.
I pulled my hand out from underneath his, confusion taking over my senses. I needed to clear my head. I moved the make-shift door out of the way and climbed out the van, still in a daze.
The cool night air brushed across my face, cooling my flushed cheeks. All was quiet. Nothing stirred, apart from the occasional hoot from a lone owl in the distance and the light wind that whistled through the clearing. I took a deep breath, hoping it would calm me down. I couldn’t go through with this. Gazz was a complete nutter; he admitted it for Christ’s sakes! But maybe that’s why I like him…
I turned around, needing to walk somewhere; that somewhere happened to be Gazz. I mean I walked straight into Gazz, winding him slightly.
His arms wrapped around my waist, preventing me from falling over. It also prevented me from backing away. He pulled me closer, so close I could feel the contours of his body. Could two beings get any closer? I could almost hear the rhythmic beating of his heart, thudding against his ribcage… or was that mine?
I felt Gazz’s hand slowly work its way upwards, gently running his fingertips over the exposed skin on my arms, making my hair stand on end. A chill ran down my spine as I looked up, meeting his gaze. Our eyes locked. I tentatively reached up to touch his cheek. His skin felt so soft against my rough hands. He lowered his forehead to mine, looking deep into my eyes, as though he was looking into my soul. I thought my knees would give way.
Gazz took my hands in his, his long, bony fingers closed over mine. He backed away towards the van, pulling me with him. He climbed in, keeping a firm grip upon me, as if he was worried that I would suddenly turn and run away from him, like the sea and the sand. Except he thought I would never return.
I climbed in after him, watching as he shifted the make-shift door back into place. He sat down beside me, reaching for my hand as he inched closer towards me. He touched the back of my hand gently. It felt right. I ran my free hand up his arm to his shoulder, gently scraping my nails against his pale skin. I looked up at him; our eyes locked.
Gazz lent forward until his face was inches from mine; I could feel his hot breath upon my face. I lent my own head forward, pressing my lips to his.
I continued walking ahead of Scaramouche, ignoring the insults she hurled at me. We were fine last night; for once she acted like a civil human being. But no, that soon changed. I thought she would understand; I thought she loved me; I thought she would help me understand my dream. But she didn’t want to hear it. No, she’s too good to listen to me. Worthless piece of –
“Oi! Oi! Would you slow down, would you?”
That’s it. I’ve had it. I turned around to face her.
“No! You keep up!”
“But I’ve got shorter legs than you!” she shouted back at me, her face contorted in anger
“Don’t worry, your mouth makes up for them.” I turned my back on Scaramouche and continued walking up the steep slope, pleased with my comeback.
“Well, you didn’t have any objections to it last night…” I should have seen that one coming. I set myself up for that one really.
“Hey! That is below the belt!” Gosh, why can’t she just stop being so… so… URGHHHHH!!!!
“Which is all you seem to think women are any good for!”
Great. Here she goes with the “feminist achievement course” thingy. Why can’t she just be normal for once? Why can’t she just shut up and let me get on?
But she wouldn’t be Scaramouche if she was like that. I guess that’s why I’m attracted to her: she’s the complete opposite to a Gaga Girl. She’s not afraid to be different; she’s not afraid to go out on a limb; she’s not afraid to speak her mind. But sometimes that can be a bad thing. Like now for instance.
“Listen Scaramouche. I have a world to save, so if you’re going to hold me up -”
“Hold you up?! Listen mate! We’re in this together, and despite the fact that you are a self-righteous, arrogant little prick…” She paused, looking at me. Her facial expression seemed to betray her words for a short moment. “I’m staying!”
She’s like the wind. She changed her mind from one moment to the next. Why do girls have to be so confusing?
Scaramouche ran towards me, pointing. If looks could have killed I’d have been dead. And knowing Scaramouche it would not be a pretty sight. For what she lacked in height she sure made up for in attitude!
She shoved me backwards, almost making me trip up. I noticed the look on her face. It was contorted in a mixture of anger and pain. She seemed confused. I was confused.
I loved her; so much it terrified me. But yet she frustrated me, to the point where I couldn’t stand to be around her. How did she feel? Did she feel the pain that I did? Did her heart feel like it is being ripped in two, just like mine?
I grabbed her arm before she could turn away. I didn’t understand: why were we fighting? How did we grow to be so far apart in such a short space of time? The words were bad enough on their own. Scaramouche was the first person to understand me. She knew the pain I was going through: the torment the Gaga Kids had caused us both.
“You’ve just got time to say your prayers,” I whispered to her, clutching at her hands desperately. She pulled away, glaring at me in disgust.
I needed to make her see that I was not the egotistical brat she saw me as. I had to make her see that I could not live without her. Because making music is about love. You do it for you baby… That is what Britney Spears said at The Heartbreak Hotel. I couldn’t bring back the spirit of rock without her.
I thrust my right hand in the air, a mixture of emotions coursing through my veins all at once.
“In your dreams, mate!” Scaramouche scoffed at me. She stormed off, ignoring my shouts and pleas. I let my hand drop to my side as I watched her retreating back. I sprinted after her, worried that something might happen.
I had to make her see. Together, we had to save the spirit of Rock. We were the resistance: the last hope.
Oh, there are one or two swearwords involved, but in my defence they were in the script that I based it around!! In the current version of the line is slightly different. Don't sue me!!! xD
Also the lines in italics in between the paragraphs are lines from the two songs. The first part is based around the song Who Wants To Live Forever and the scene is from the second act when Galileo and Scaramouche fall in love. The second part is in the second act, about three scenes after when they have fallen out and the lyrics in italics are from the song Hammer to Fall. Please note it is not the whole song, just excepts fitting to the thoughts of the characters. Comments welcome.
Short Story
We Will Rock You: A Lovers Tiff
[/u]We Will Rock You: A Lovers Tiff
“I… I love you, Scaramouche!” Gazz proclaimed. I felt my stomach hit the floor and bounce back up again. Did he just say what I thought he said? No. He didn’t. He couldn’t. He barely knew me. But why did I get those funny feelings in my stomach whenever I was around him? It was almost like there was a sudden tremor erupting in my stomach, and I could not distinguish as to whether it was out of fear or excitement.
“I… I love you too… Gazz…” Okay, I didn’t just say that. Oh dear.
“Then if I have your love, dying doesn’t matter much at all, does it?” His voice shook with a mixture of emotion and sorrow. I looked at him. He was staring at me like all girls want to be looked at. He wasn’t like any other guy I had ever met. His eyes seemed to sparkle in the fading sunlight.
What is this thing that builds our dreams?
Yet slips away from us…
Yet slips away from us…
It’s funny how those three little words can turn your world upside down and inside out. I bet those Gaga Girls, who made it their life’s ambition to torment me, would do anything to be in my shoes. To have a guy tell them he loves them. I could just see the looks on their faces now. They probably would not believe their eyes, having told me that I would never find someone to love me.
This world has only one sweet moment
Set aside for us…
Set aside for us…
The temperature within the van had risen by several degrees within the space of a few minutes. I could feel his body heat radiating off him. My stomach felt like it was doing cartwheels and my hands were sweating. I didn’t know what to do. This had never happened before.
Who wants to live forever?
Who dares to love forever?
Who dares to love forever?
I looked down at my hand as it rested on the mattress that we were sitting on, feeling a warm, tingling sensation on the back of my hand. His hand was covering mine, his fingers intertwined with mine. It felt like my skin was on fire, sending shockwaves crashing through my body.
When love must die…
My head was spinning. It was becoming too much. I felt like I was going to explode. Nothing made sense anymore. What was right seemed wrong and what was wrong seemed right. My world was being turned upside down and there was nothing I could do about it.
I pulled my hand out from underneath his, confusion taking over my senses. I needed to clear my head. I moved the make-shift door out of the way and climbed out the van, still in a daze.
The cool night air brushed across my face, cooling my flushed cheeks. All was quiet. Nothing stirred, apart from the occasional hoot from a lone owl in the distance and the light wind that whistled through the clearing. I took a deep breath, hoping it would calm me down. I couldn’t go through with this. Gazz was a complete nutter; he admitted it for Christ’s sakes! But maybe that’s why I like him…
I turned around, needing to walk somewhere; that somewhere happened to be Gazz. I mean I walked straight into Gazz, winding him slightly.
But touch my tears with your lips…
His arms wrapped around my waist, preventing me from falling over. It also prevented me from backing away. He pulled me closer, so close I could feel the contours of his body. Could two beings get any closer? I could almost hear the rhythmic beating of his heart, thudding against his ribcage… or was that mine?
Touch my world with your finger tips…
I felt Gazz’s hand slowly work its way upwards, gently running his fingertips over the exposed skin on my arms, making my hair stand on end. A chill ran down my spine as I looked up, meeting his gaze. Our eyes locked. I tentatively reached up to touch his cheek. His skin felt so soft against my rough hands. He lowered his forehead to mine, looking deep into my eyes, as though he was looking into my soul. I thought my knees would give way.
Forever is our today…
Gazz took my hands in his, his long, bony fingers closed over mine. He backed away towards the van, pulling me with him. He climbed in, keeping a firm grip upon me, as if he was worried that I would suddenly turn and run away from him, like the sea and the sand. Except he thought I would never return.
I climbed in after him, watching as he shifted the make-shift door back into place. He sat down beside me, reaching for my hand as he inched closer towards me. He touched the back of my hand gently. It felt right. I ran my free hand up his arm to his shoulder, gently scraping my nails against his pale skin. I looked up at him; our eyes locked.
Gazz lent forward until his face was inches from mine; I could feel his hot breath upon my face. I lent my own head forward, pressing my lips to his.
Who waits forever anyway?
* * *
I continued walking ahead of Scaramouche, ignoring the insults she hurled at me. We were fine last night; for once she acted like a civil human being. But no, that soon changed. I thought she would understand; I thought she loved me; I thought she would help me understand my dream. But she didn’t want to hear it. No, she’s too good to listen to me. Worthless piece of –
“Oi! Oi! Would you slow down, would you?”
That’s it. I’ve had it. I turned around to face her.
“No! You keep up!”
“But I’ve got shorter legs than you!” she shouted back at me, her face contorted in anger
Here we stand or here we fall
History won’t care at all…
[/i]History won’t care at all…
“Don’t worry, your mouth makes up for them.” I turned my back on Scaramouche and continued walking up the steep slope, pleased with my comeback.
“Well, you didn’t have any objections to it last night…” I should have seen that one coming. I set myself up for that one really.
“Hey! That is below the belt!” Gosh, why can’t she just stop being so… so… URGHHHHH!!!!
“Which is all you seem to think women are any good for!”
Wake the dead! Fight the fight.
Lady Mercy won’t be home tonight.
Lady Mercy won’t be home tonight.
Great. Here she goes with the “feminist achievement course” thingy. Why can’t she just be normal for once? Why can’t she just shut up and let me get on?
But she wouldn’t be Scaramouche if she was like that. I guess that’s why I’m attracted to her: she’s the complete opposite to a Gaga Girl. She’s not afraid to be different; she’s not afraid to go out on a limb; she’s not afraid to speak her mind. But sometimes that can be a bad thing. Like now for instance.
It comes to you as to us all
We’re just waiting for the hammer to fall…
We’re just waiting for the hammer to fall…
“Listen Scaramouche. I have a world to save, so if you’re going to hold me up -”
“Hold you up?! Listen mate! We’re in this together, and despite the fact that you are a self-righteous, arrogant little prick…” She paused, looking at me. Her facial expression seemed to betray her words for a short moment. “I’m staying!”
She’s like the wind. She changed her mind from one moment to the next. Why do girls have to be so confusing?
Oh ev’ry night and ev’ry day
A little piece of you is falling away…
A little piece of you is falling away…
Scaramouche ran towards me, pointing. If looks could have killed I’d have been dead. And knowing Scaramouche it would not be a pretty sight. For what she lacked in height she sure made up for in attitude!
lift your face the Western way Babe
Build your muscles as your body decays.
Build your muscles as your body decays.
She shoved me backwards, almost making me trip up. I noticed the look on her face. It was contorted in a mixture of anger and pain. She seemed confused. I was confused.
I loved her; so much it terrified me. But yet she frustrated me, to the point where I couldn’t stand to be around her. How did she feel? Did she feel the pain that I did? Did her heart feel like it is being ripped in two, just like mine?
‘Til one day they call your name
You’ll know its time for the hammer to fall…
You’ll know its time for the hammer to fall…
I grabbed her arm before she could turn away. I didn’t understand: why were we fighting? How did we grow to be so far apart in such a short space of time? The words were bad enough on their own. Scaramouche was the first person to understand me. She knew the pain I was going through: the torment the Gaga Kids had caused us both.
What the hell we fighting for
Just surrender and it won’t hurt at all…
[/center]Just surrender and it won’t hurt at all…
“You’ve just got time to say your prayers,” I whispered to her, clutching at her hands desperately. She pulled away, glaring at me in disgust.
While you’re waiting for the hammer to fall.
[/center]I needed to make her see that I was not the egotistical brat she saw me as. I had to make her see that I could not live without her. Because making music is about love. You do it for you baby… That is what Britney Spears said at The Heartbreak Hotel. I couldn’t bring back the spirit of rock without her.
Give it to me one more time!
[/center]I thrust my right hand in the air, a mixture of emotions coursing through my veins all at once.
“In your dreams, mate!” Scaramouche scoffed at me. She stormed off, ignoring my shouts and pleas. I let my hand drop to my side as I watched her retreating back. I sprinted after her, worried that something might happen.
I had to make her see. Together, we had to save the spirit of Rock. We were the resistance: the last hope.