Remember. | A Sequel to Wonder. | A Stanley Uris FanFiction. | IT 2019.

2. Don't Be A Liar.

AN= This chapter is loosely inspired by the song Two Birds by Regina Spektor :) Also, Andy Bean is very attractive i am in love. 

and trigger warning for this chap; there's my attempt at writing a pan1c attack.

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"Look, Drea, you're an amazing songwriter, and you've been working your ass off. Maybe it's time for a break, you know?" 

"A break how, Sheila?"

"I don't know, I mean, you're getting old-"

"I'm 39, for fuck's sake. I don't know, maybe I should take a few days off work."

 Andrea Tyler was a famous singer who reached her stardom at age 26. Ever since then, she has been working non-stop to maintain her status. Andrea was born in New Jersey to Linda and Paul Tyler, though she and her mother had to move to Derry, Maine when she was 12 due to the death of her father by suicide. Derry had been Paul's hometown though he had never once brought his family there until he died and Linda made her decision. Almost two years ago, Linda had passed away due to a car crash she was involved in, leaving Andrea to be the last of the Tyler bloodline. She didn't have kids nor was she married. Currently, she was dating a guy who went by the name Danny, who was a model she had met at a fashion show she had to perform once. 

 Lately, she had been feeling unwell, not physically, but more metaphorically. She didn't know why but it had messed with her ability to write songs, leaving her with nothing for her future career. That infuriated her. She had just gotten off a phone call from her assistant, Sheila, who was also considered a friend since they would occasionally rant about things to one another. Heeding her advice, Andrea decided to stop writing and instead, she picked up a book she had read before, written by William Denbrough, someone she knew from her earlier years. As she was enjoying the story, her phone rang, lighting up the caller ID as Unknown, with the address from Derry, Maine. 

"Hello?" she picked it up, unsure as to who it was.

"Andrea, it's Mike," the voice answered. 

"I'm really sorry, but you're gonna have to be a bit more specific, Mike," she lightly chuckled, trying to remember a Mike. 

"Mike Hanlon," he replied, and Andie felt pain in her left palm, like a cut, the same goes for her left arm and she silently winced at the pain.

"Mike, oh my God, hi. I'm so sorry," she apologized having forget him. "It's been, uh, so long."

"Yeah. So, uh, how long can you get here? I've already called Bill and Stanl-" he asked, but was cut off. 

"Here, as in?"

"Derry."

"Oh," she muttered. "Uh, I'm in LA right now, so it might take some time."

"Can you be here by tomorrow night?" He asked but his voice was as though he was rushing. 

"Uh, yeah, yeah, I can."

"Alright, good. I'll text you the address for tomorrow. I'll see you soon, Andrea."

"I'll see you soon, Mike," she muttered, before stopping him. "Uh, wait, Mike."

"Yeah?" 

"Can you, uh, can you give me Stan's number?"

"Yeah, for sure. I'll text it."

"Thanks," she smiled though he couldn't see. 

 After Mike had hung up the phone, a memory replayed in Andrea's mind.