𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝟖𝟎𝐬' | 𝐋𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 [discontinued]

⋘ PROLOGUE: ⋙

SPRING 1982, HOLLYWOOD:

"SERIOUSLY, V? AGAIN? I FEEL like I never see you anymore," Lila complains, speaking into her home telephone.

"I know, love. I was hoping I could hang out tonight but, Jack found another gig for tonight and..." I explain to her from a payphone down the street from the Orpheum theater.

"I know. I know. I get it," She sighs. "Work and all. Just-, can I come over after?"

"Yeah, of course. I'll see you tonight. I love you," I tell her lovingly.

"I love you too," She replies before I hang up.

I let out a huff before making my way to the Orpheum Theater to rehearse. To be honest I've been wanting to sing at the Orpheum for so long now. It's been my dream.

Plus, I was getting a little tired of only getting small gigs by singing at coffee shops or a club now and then. This will be a huge step up. 'Holy crap. I'm gonna sing at the Orpheum!' I think to myself with a smile, just letting it sink in.

I didn't tell my girlfriend about playing here yet because I know that I've been spending a lot of time on my music and if this didn't work out, it would mean that all my hard work was for nothing. But if it does work out then that means that my life can change for the better.

As I step off of the sidewalk to cross the street I can't help but think how exciting it will be when I go home to tell my girlfriend that I played at the Orpheum.

I hear a loud ongoing horn getting louder and louder. I look up from my feet and turn my head to see a car going straight toward me. My eyes widen when I realize I have no time to get out of the way.

Ouch...

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"Hello?" I ask looking around this weird dark room. I raise my hand to my head which is pounding. My ears ring as I try to understand my surroundings. I start to repeat myself before I feel myself get away pulled again. "Hel- wait. Did I just-? Woahhhhhh."

I land in my kitchen, hearing a voice coming from my living room. "Hello? This is she." I walk into the living room to see Lila on the phone. "Yeah, that's my Girlfriend. Why?" She continues. "She what?!"

"Lila, how did I-? Lila?" I ask. She doesn't respond. Lila's eyes fill with tears and she falls to her knees, dropping the phone. "Babe? Hey, hey. What's wrong? Who-," I kneel down next to her to pull her into a hug. Only, my arms pass through her.

"Lila?" I ask panicking. I try again but my hands just go through her again. "Lila?! Babe, do you hear me? Lila?" I ask. Soon I'm also crying on the floor, unable to communicate with the woman I love.

*BREAKING NEWS! Well-known singer/songwriter, Victoria Blue, was in a tragic accident just hours ago. She was hit by a car just outside the Orpheum, where she was supposed to be showcasing for...* A news reporter on my TV states.

"Lila?" I ask once more, my voice breaking.

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2 YEARS LATER... 1984:

I scribble down song lyrics in my notebook while sitting at a diner. They normally start as poems, but I can't help it, they each have their own melody in my head. I've been trying to stay away from music if I can help it, seeing as I died because of a night I was meant to sing at my dream gig.