𝗟𝗼𝘂𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗮𝗻𝗮 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗿 (𝗔𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿 𝘅 𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗻! 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿)

ᴅʀɪɴᴋ ᴍʏ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ, ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ᴍʏ ʙᴏɴᴇꜱ....

~A day later~

The next day...you took a drag of your cigarette, you were sitting at your vanity in your dressing room.

"On in thirty!" A guy named Eric knocked on your door. As he then entered slowly.

"You're not even dressed yet! My god (y/n), you need to have more value in what you are being payed for! Alright... we need to get you dressed." Eric said as he then grabbed a gown and was about to pull it over your bare skin. ( you're also in your underwear). You were still smoking and you set the cigarette down as you then told him to wait.

"Eric... yes I know, I'm just thinking..." you said blankly staring at yourself in the mirror as Eric then set his hands on your head with the dress over his shoulder now.

"My (y/n), you can't drag yourself down. We all know how you and Alastor went down, the breakup can't possibly have a lasting impact in your life right now. I mean, yes I get it, but it has been two years girl! And everyone needs to get payed in this market crash. It's no fun! It's horrible! " Eric said in his flamboyant tone of voice and you inhaled and looked down with your eyes.

"Yes, Eric I know...maybe I'm just not having a great day today.." you said and smiled weakly at Eric who then proceeded to try and get the dress over your head again.

"We have a show to run, and some hotshots who are paying well tonight. You have to look even more perfect, Like you're Aphrodite's project girl." Eric said as you then shook your head as the dress was being fitted on and you stood up to finish getting ready.

A knock sounded as a girl came in.

"On in 12!" She said as her face fell as she walked out.

Yes, I must've worried her about me getting ready still...

You thought.

After getting ready in a rush. You were rushed back stage before the curtain opened.

You inhaled and then exhaled.

And sang:

(I don't own this song,video or the lyrics!)

Tie me to the mast, I'm going under
There's a maiden waiting for me in the depths

She's promising a life of pleasure and plunder

Come search me sir, you'll find I've nothing left
A mutiny, good lord, that's what they called it
Just for questioning his command

But jokes on you though, sir, 'cause I live forever
Sailor overboard, just how we planned

Drink my blood, break my bones
This grave will fit me better than your landlocked home

Drink my blood, break my bones
This grave will fit me better than your landlocked home

Drink my blood, break my bones
This grave will fit me better than your landlocked home

Tie me up, strike me down

To my dear Syrena, damned my soul be bound
Tie me up, strike me down
To my dear Syrena, damned my soul be bound

Took the first watch, that's when I first heard her
Wailing in the dark, just under the hull

Gold amongst the blue, that's how I saw her
The foreman hollers out, "Oh bring me her skull"
A new recruit like me is tasked with her capture
So now my ankle's chained to a ball

But those who love the sea, oh, we live forever
You might drown my body, oh, never the soul

Drink my blood, break my bones

This grave will fit me better than your landlocked home

Drink my blood, break my bones
This grave will fit me better than your landlocked home
Drink my blood, break my bones
This grave will fit me better than your landlocked home

Tie me up, strike me down
To my dear Syrena, damned my soul be bound
Tie me up, strike me down

To my dear Syrena, damned my soul be bound

Syrena darling, I can't wait to taste you
Teach me how to swim, oh, I'll pass your test
There's an island just over horizon
Wait for me in shallows while I rest
Tie to the mast, I'm going under

There's a maiden waiting for me in the depths
She's promising a life of pleasure and plunder
Come search me, sir, you'll find I've nothing left
Drink my blood, break my bones
This grave will fit me better than your landlocked home

Drink my blood, break my bones
This grave will fit me better than your landlocked home

Drink my blood, break my bones
This grave will fit me better than your landlocked home

Tie me up, strike me down
To my dear Syrena, damned my soul be bound
Tie me up, strike me down

To my dear Syrena, damned my soul be bound......

~The end ~
(🛑🛑🛑🛑🛑🛑🛑✋✋✋✋✋✋✋).

When you were done singing, you then stepped away from the microphone. A silence followed in the dark room, the only light on you still. Besides the candle lights on the tables, a rupture of clapping flooded the room as the lights came on.

The curtain closed.

As the curtain was closing you saw a familiar figure in the audience. Sitting there was the only one you did not wish to see, it was no one other than Alastor himself, clapping. You froze in place as his smile formed and the curtain shut completely.......

(But he looked more mature and handsome like 😭✋ In my mind.).

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