Say We Will Fly {Saywecanfly fanfiction}

Eight

After leaving the BVB venue Braden and I made a run for our venue so we could get ready for our first show. We would be doing one at 2:30 and another at 6:45.

We got backstage and we were immediately sent into makeup and hair. Let's just say someone's hair needed a lot of work. I'm not Ganna name names or anything... Braden

"Wow, you have beautiful eyes." Said the makeup guy

I sat in a cosmetic chair across from Braden who was getting his hair gelled.

"Uhh thanks." I said cautiously

"No. Really I've never seen that shade of green before," he continued

I laughed nervously

He continued on with compliments like that until Braden had had enough

"Okay 'Gary' can you stop harassing Audrey?" Braden asked

"Excuse me?" He asked

"I don't really like being complimented like that..." I said

"Who the hell doesn't like being flirted with?"

"Someone with a boyfriend... Or any ounce of self respect." I said

"Fine." He stayed quiet for the rest of the time

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"Girls and Boys, Ladies and sheepdogs! Please welcome to the stage, Saywecanfly!" The announcer yelled

Braden walked out on stage with his guitar and began to sing

After he had finished a few more songs, a piano was moved on stage and I sat down at it.

Like a sparrow, I can fly
But I can not touch the sky
Like a flower, I can grow
But I can not grow alone

Someday I would like to know
That when I die, I will find my soul
And when I'm gone, when my skin
Is cold, will I care where my body goes?
Where my body goes

Like a season, I can leave
But you can not follow me
Like a mountain, I am tall
You can climb me until you fall

Someday I would like to know
That when I die, I will find my soul
And when I'm gone, when my skin
Is cold, will I care where my body goes?
Where my body goes

I have ripped the beating heart
Out of my chest for you
Bleeding as I fall apart
I've torn my wings in two
[Repeat]

Someday I would like to know
That when I die, I will find my soul
And when I'm gone, when my skin
Is cold, will I care where my body goes?
Where my body goes

"Ladies and Gentleman please give a round of applause for the talented Audrey Taylor!" The crowd erupted into cheers.

I smoothed over my black dress and began to sing and play the piano. Finally the lessons I'd been forced to take would pay off for something. Piano was the only thing my mom cared about. I missed my own prom because I had to practice for a recital.

I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
'Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

[Chorus:]
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me

You used to captivate me by your resonating light
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face-it haunts my once pleasant dreams
Your voice-it chased away all the sanity in me

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

[Chorus]

I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me
I've been alone all along

[Chorus]

...me, me, me.

When I finished the crowd screamed. Loudly. Very loudly.

Braden walked over to me from the side of the stage and grabbed my waist, he led me to the center of the stage and got a very serious look on his face.

"How many of you have ever wanted to die?" He asked

Too many teens raised their hands.

"How many of you have ever cut?" He asked

Nearly every hand went up, including mine.

"How many of you have divorced parents?"

About half of the hands there went up, including mine and Braden's

"You see, we "Emo fags" are considered unloved and they tell us to give in. This song (written by rainbow_stud_muffin) proves you can save yourself."

I've got no more life to give you,
My heart beats are getting weak.
The scars are more than few,
I guess I'm just too meek.

Just break me free,
Love me again.
Reach out for me,
Give me your hand.

I will always die,
Maybe not by plan.
But I'm not gun shy,
Show me love again (x2)

Just break me free,
Love me again.
Reach out for me,
Give me your hand.

I love you so,
Watch out for me.
I can't die alone,
I need to break free.

I broke me free,
I Loved myself again.
I reached out myself,
Saved myself from me.

After we finished our concerts we got back on the bus and headed towards our next destination.