Thread: The Filmmaker and the Musician (Raivh and Talin)

Karli stood watching him at the corner of her window, half tempted to run back out to him and make him understand that he was hers and what hed done She bit back a sob. Her hand clenched the curtain, and jerked it from the wall in anger. She screamed and stomped like a five year old throwing a tantrum before she felt her mothers arms around her holding her and trying to calm her. I love him. she whimpered against her mothers shoulder. I know sweetheart, I know Diane smoothed her hand over her daughters dark blond locks, petting her to calm her down. Roger stepped into her room, If that sorry son of a . EVER steps foot in MY house again I swear Karli He shook his head in fury, the big man was livid. Karli felt his arms shaking as he wrapped her in a hug. I think I want to get my hair cut She didnt go to school for the next week, and when she did it was utter failure. Thankfully her friends held her together, they booted Joslyn from the squad. The captain had enough on the whoring around, Karli knew shed get blamed, but couldnt have cared less. She avoided Joslyn and Bryant like the plagues they were, classes she once loved now were hell. She poured herself into the spring production and stole the show onstage. Belting out chords like a pro, spurring her onward and allowing her to open her eyes to the future. Graduation came Karli had cut her hair up past her chin and dyed it bleach blonde, she was dating again and ... things sucked. She had heard the rumors and it killed her. Joslyn was pregnant and claimed, of course, that Bryant was the father. He did the right thing, which made her feel even worse, hed married her. The man shed sworn to herself, that she would marry, was already married and with a kid on the way. Keeping her head high she wanted to vomit when they called Joslyn Danes across the stage, at least she didnt have to stand near either of them. At last freedom came and it scared her. -- Steph? her soft southern voice called, the brunette held up a finger to which caramel eyes rolled. Karli flipped out of the yoga position she was in causing long blonde locks to tumble every which way as she rolled to her back laughing. Having lived in Nashville since graduation and had gone back to her roots. She had fans all over the world because of her songs on the internet and some shed written and handed out to friends. Now though, it was her turn. Her record deal came through, and her manager, Stephanie, was setting up the final details of her video shoot now. Grabbing her guitar she went back to that place when she was 18, the emotion that fueled her debut song. Strumming her fingers over the strings she sang. Yeah she is warming up now. We will be there early, hes good and hard to get. -- Where the hell is he? Karli watched as Stephanie yelled at the red head. Karli rolled her eyes as the makeup and hair people went scrambling as soon as they were finished. Steph, Im sure Mr. Bryant will be here, calm down. They were in the little green room off the side of the mans studio. The room was as big as her apartment back home. She shimmied into the short white jean shorts sliding them up her long tan legs. the matching jacket had way more fabric but she wasnt showing off much. the red tee shirt wasnt low cut, it wasnt her. Hes ready for you. the call came with a knock. Karli clapped her hands together, Oh goody she was excited to finally get this song out there, seven long years. Bryant Danes, eat your heart out. She flipped her hair over her shoulders as she padded across the black laminate floors her slim fingers wrapped around the neck of her guitar as she pulled the strap over her shoulder. Karli P. Her name was burned on the wood face of her guitar. Im ready Mr. Bryant, the lights flipped on blinding her. She stood in the spotlight holding her hand up, trying to see him. When shed come in she saw a tall man wearing a sling. Poor guy , Mr. Bryant, I cant see your cue so Im just gonna sing. She strummed the strings and began Now, dont just walk away Pretending everythings ok And you dont care about me And I know theres just no use When all your lies become your truths and I dont care yeah, yeah, yeah Could you look me in the eye And tell me that youre happy now ohhh, ohhh Would you tell it to my face or have I been erased, Are you happy now? Are you happy now? CREDIT for lyric goes to Michelle Branch Are You Happy Now? thanks!