The feeling went away and I continued my walk through the woods. Shivering, I began softly singing ‘remember’ to calm my nerves. It was like the tingle you get up your spine when someone scratches their nails against a chalk board. I was desperate for a change of scenery and damn it, I was going to get it.Īs I walked through the forest around the cabin, I got the feeling that I was being watched. I walked over to the door and slipped on my shoes. About two days ago, my iPod had begun to mess up and now the battery was fried, staying charged for about twenty minutes, tops. Sighing, I put my iPod down on a table next to the couch and plugged in the charger. I loved listening to Ember’s music, but since he wasn’t singing for or to me, it just wasn’t the same. I wanted to get out of this cabin and actually talk to someone. I was running out of things to do and my mom wasn’t coming back for me until tomorrow. I was listening to ‘remember’ and reading a small book I’d found in the cabin. Determined to find the one fan he had left, he flew away from his “lair” and using a setting on his guitar, opened a portal into the human world. And he’d be damned if he lost her interest. He would need that person to become his number one fan, and hopefully, encourage others to listen to his music again. He knew that if he ever wanted to regain his full power. Somewhere, despite the train wreck that was his failed revolution, which all of his fans should have been watching, someone was still saying his name. It’s a wonder why she keeps yours on replay. “Oh…And just where was she?” Ember asked, a small smirk on his lips and a plan already forming. “The (S/t) chick with mommy issues! She won’t stop playing that song of yours and now I can’t get it out of my head!” The Electronic ghost glared at the dead teenager through his glasses, his voice sounding worse than nails on a chalkboard to the musician, “I want you to get that annoying groupie of yours to tone it down a notch or twelve!” If he’d been alive he would have been scared to death, but since he was already dead, he just looked up from his guitar annoyed. Suddenly, another ghost appeared next to him. He was sitting back against one of the walls, strumming his guitar, which always calmed him down. He was in his own little area of the ghost zone, the house that had burned down with him in it on a floating sliver of land. He couldn’t fathom why, but it was comforting to know that he hadn’t lost all of his power. Never the less, a small flickering flame still glowed, coming from the base of his usual ponytail. Because of some tone deaf human and a good-doer Halfa. (A FEW DAYS LATER IN THE GHOST ZONE 3 rd PERSON)Įmber was seething with rage. Plugging in my earbuds, I closed my (e/c) eyes and let Ember’s voice lull me off to sleep. Luckily for me I’d managed to download his song ‘Remember’ onto my old iPod and bring it with me without mom noticing. I fell back on the pillows out of exhaustion when I finally made and fingered the fiery ‘E’ charm attached to my choker. I growled in irritation and lugged my suitcase up to a loft where I’d be sleeping. She turned around and left without so much as a goodbye. I’ll be back in a few days and then we’re taking you to the hair dressers to get that trash out of your hair and getting rid on anything having to do with that boy.” “I’ve been around longer than you and I know a freak when I see one. “Ember is not a freak! He’s an artist! And he didn’t make me do anything, I dyed my hair because I wanted to!”Ī hard look set on my mom’s face. Just look at what he made you do to your hair…” “Language.” She warned, “That…That freak is a bad influence. “HA! Not likely! You’re taking away my musical escape! Why the Hell would I thank you!?” I turned my head away from her making my (h/L) (h/C) and blue streaked hair hit the side of my face. “Now don’t look at me like that (Y/n)” She sighed exasperatedly and set my suitcase on the floor. It was hypnotizingly beautiful and was playing through my head almost all day every day. Just because she didn’t like him didn’t mean she should take his music from me. I glared at her angrily when she came in. She was just dropping me off before leaving. She wasn’t even staying with me because she had an important business trip. She’d literally dragged me to a little cabin in the woods that she’d rented just so I would miss the beginning of Ember’s revolution. I was missing the first televised concert of my favorite singer because my mother thought he was a “bad influence on teenage minds”. LINK TO SONG: I stormed into the wooden house angrily.
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