Songwriter

Chapter Seven

Destiny's POV

"Thank you, everybody, for coming out tonight." Shawn gushed happily, smiling into the microphone. I smoothed out my dress, making sure my flats were snug on my feet right after. I had been practicing walking with Camila without Shawn knowing. We had been practicing our dance with me in a wheelchair, Shawn and I that is, but he and Camila had been practicing it with her in flats while she was standing. Camila knew both parts of the dance, and so she had been helping me learn it on my feet as well. It wasn't a hard dance at all. "So, I've got a bit of a surprise for you all. I'll be singing my new song tonight, and it was actually written by a good friend of mine. Her name is Destiny, and you all know her as my songwriter." With this, I roll out on to the stage. Shawn turns to me, and the sound guy switches his mic to the one on his face and turns mine on. The soft melody begins to play, and Shawn's angelic voice begins to echo over the sound system.

(A/N: Both, Destiny,  Shawn)

"Got a call,
Almost midnight
The rain dressed in your voice (Baby, don't cry)" Shawn stalks over to me, and he looks confused- he's obviously trying to hide it- as I lock my wheels in place. I push myself into a standing position, and his eyes go wide. I close the distance between us, and we put our palms together and touch our foreheads to the other's.

"A thousand miles
Just a wall (It's too far to call)
Baby girl, I'm never too far
We'll always find a way home" I shudder as my voice mixes with his, and we turn and push our backs together to mimic a wall between us.

"Baby, don't cry (It's hard to sleep at night)
Take a deep breath
Take my hand
Step into the light of day" Shawn spins around, pulling me close to his chest with my back to him. I reach back and tangle my fingers in his hair, almost like I was trying to pull him closer.

"Say goodbye to yesterday,
Let the past shut its door
You're/I'm just on the other side
This isn't goodbye" I spin around, and he grabs my hip with one hand, using the other to gently cup my face.

"You are my home
I wish you/I were home" I move my hands to his face, pressing my forehead against his chest.

"Listening to the rain,
It's drowning your voice (I'm drowning)
I'm almost home (when are you coming home?)" I turn away, pulling my arms to my chest.

"You are my home
Just let me come home
This isn't goodbye(Tell me this won't be goodbye)
Promise" Shawn turns me around, but I step back to keep the distance.

"Listening to the rain,
It's drowning your voice (I'm drowning)
I'm almost home (when are you coming home?)" Shawn steps foreword with me, placing his hand on my hip, forehead against mine.

"You are my home
Just let me come home
This isn't goodbye(Tell me this won't be goodbye)
Promise" We both step back, and I place my hand on his shoulder.

"A thousand miles
Just a wall (It's too far to call)
Baby girl, I'm never too far
We'll always find a way home" He pulls me closer, and I move my hands to his hair.

"It's just a storm
I'll hold on
I'll be strong" Shawn kisses my forehead, and we hold the position until the music fades out.

The crowd erupts in cheers, and we pull away. I'm smiling wide eyed, looking behind us to see that a stage hand had taken my wheelchair away. "You... You... You can walk..." Shawn stuttered, still holding me close. I laugh, smiling at him. "Yes, Shawn, I can walk." I tell him, and I begin to pull away so fans didn't get the wrong idea. "You can dance..." He mutters as well, eying me up and down. I laugh again, and so does the audience. "I can dance. I can walk. Just don't ask me to do a c-cartwheel." I tease, stuttering a bit.