Call Me Amazing
By Eos
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DISCLAIMERS: Faith & Kate are not owned by me, but Mutant Enemy & Fox. Lyrics
belong to David Franj and standard records.
NOTES: David Franj is an Australian singer, who comes from my home town, Melbourne. The first time I heard this song, I was amazed at the depth of emotion I felt. I think we have all felt this way one time or another. Written on a 44 degree day in January (that's Celsius, not Fahrenheit) when all I could be bothered doing was watch the tennis and cricket and listen to this song. I never edited it and it's been sitting on my hard drive ever since. TIMELINE: Not really relevant, but before The Shroud of Rahmon -----------------------
Flipping the radio on she settled on the couch, a lamp the only source of light
in the crispness of the cold apartment on this winter's night. Her mind
wandered over mundane subjects; that she had to fill her car with fuel the next
morning, that her phone bill was nearly overdue and that she needed to do the
laundry. The radio announcer came back on, babbling about the latest gossip
that she had no interest in. Thankfully he didn't drone on too long and the
next song began. The lyrics started almost immediately accompanied by an
acoustic guitar, bass and drums. She let the lyrics wash over her.
I'LL NEVER BE THE WATER
I'LL NEVER BE THE LAST HAND YOU HOLD
Her thoughts turned to the one person she didn't want to think about that
night. Oh, don't torture me, she thought, half tempted to turn off the radio.
But it was no use, her mind flashed fan image of the girl's hand and her
intertwined. Despite the chill in the room, her hand began to sweat.
I'LL NEVER HAVE THE LAST DANCE
She could imagine how she danced. Moving with a grace, yet an inherent
seductiveness that spoke of her self-confidence. The girl used her body for her
job, those toned muscles moving lithely under her soft skin. To have that body
dancing next to hers would surely melt her!
I'LL NEVER EVEN GET TO TELL YOU BABY
She imagined that she would look good no matter where she was. In the morning
light; after a shower; in full flight as she fought a vampire; over the
candlelight during a romantic dinner and most intoxicatingly when they were
making love. But she would never be able to…
The chorus kicked in loudly with the instruments amplifying.
AND I'LL NEVER BE A FACE ON YOUR BEDROOM WALL
'Or in her mind', she sighed.
AND I'LL NEVER BE A LIFE LINE YOU MIGHT CALL
Not unless she was the last in a line of phone numbers already dialled.
YOU MIGHT SAY I'M AMAZING
'I wish.' She sighed out loud this time and closed her eyes.
BABY SAY THAT I'M AMAZING TOO
Please, she begged silently along with the singer, then chastised herself.
The second verse started, the music quietening down again.
I'LL NEVER BE THE WISE GUY
'I'd love to make her smile,' she thought. She has the most beautiful smile. So
sweet, charming and warm at times, then other times it could be smug, seductive
and heart-stopping. She knew the girl hadn't much to smile about lately, but if
given a chance she would love to change that.
I'LL NEVER GET TO BEG AT YOUR WINDOW
She smiled at that image. Such as schoolboy thing to do, but around the object
of her fantasies she felt as awkward and shy as she did in high school.
AND TELL YA I'VE JUST GONE BROKE
Spending all she had to impress her. Yet, she knew that the girl wasn't one to
be impressed with the traditional gifts. Gifts from the heart may be
appreciated more than material things after all the woman had been through.
AND I'LL NEVER KNOW THE WINTER
'Every time she leaves the room I miss her presence', she groaned in her
weakness. 'Feels like all the warmth leaves with her. My life is so dull when
she's not around.'
I'LL NEVER MAKE A FOOL OUT OF MYSELF
She smiled, knowing that she would do just about anything to convince her of
her love. But that would never happen.
The emotion in the singer's voice matched her own silent and unrequited
pleadings.
AND I'LL NEVER BE A FACE ON YOUR BEDROOM WALL
Could the girl ever think of her like that? She probably didn't even think of
her at all. And the word amazing wasn't likely to be among the girl's thoughts
if she did spare any consideration for her.
Tears pooled in her eyes, as the song continued through to the bridge where
only a drum beat and acoustic guitar could be heard. The singer's words stood
out more in the softness of the instruments.
I'LL NEVER BE THE WATER
Never be anything on her menu, she shook her head.
I'LL NEVER BE THE LAST FACE THAT YOU SEE
She thought about kissing her goodnight, then lying next to her, wrapped up in
those strong arms. Just the thought of it had her heart speeding up. And waking
up with those eyes watching her. A shiver travelled down her spine and she
pulled out of those thoughts, knowing that they would only lead to more hurt.
The song moved into the chorus again and she let the words play in her mind
again after drifting off into her own thoughts for a few seconds.
…YOU MIGHT SAY I'M AMAZING
The song finished with this plea before the announcer came back telling her the
station she was listening to and the time. She was surprised to find her cheek
wet from a tear. Wiping it away, her thoughts travelled down a sombre path.
Would she ever have the courage to voice feelings she kept well hidden? Would
the girl ever find her as amazing as she found the sexy girl she had dreamed
about for so long? She shook her head and turned off the radio in disgust,
never knowing that in an apartment not too far away the radio was still
playing, but the girl's mind was on the previous song.
After some nervous pacing in one of the apartments a phone was picked up and
dialled.
"Hello?" a warm husky voice answered.
"Hi, Faith, it's Kate Lockley."
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