Disclaimer:
Alright, so I don't own Amanda, Duncan, Joe, Meefie *oh, the PAIN!*, or anyone else in Highlander. The concept of immortality is mine in my next lifetime, but right now it's our ol' buddy Greg's.
The lyrics sent to me are really nice, and I could have written so much with them, BUT Erchomenos chose to challenge me to write an Amanda story. (An ONLY Amanda story.) *Sniff, sniff* And I wanted to do a Let's Torture MacLeod story. Awwww, don't you all feel sorry for me?.........
Well, enough blubbering; I have nothing against Amanda, she's awesome. So anyway, this is my second crack at fanfic (my first is incomplete and being betaed and is posted on Erchomenos' page) and my first crack at the lyric wheel. Any advice on plot, character depth, well, anything for that matter, would be very much appreciated. So, 'nuff said, on to my Amanda story........
Things That Might Happen If Ever
Duncan Shipped Amanda Off To Paris
By Shadowlight
"I Don't Know You Anymore"
Savage Garden
I would like to visit you for a while
Get away and out of this city
Maybe I shouldn't have called but someone had to be the first to break
We can go sit on your back porch
Relax
Talk about anything
It don't matter
I'll be couragous if you can pretend that you've forgiven me
Because I don't know you anymore
I don't recognize this place
The picture frames have changed and so has your name
We don't talk much anymore
We keep running from the pain
But what I wouldn't give to see your face again
Springtime in the city
Always such relief from the winter freeze
The snow was more lonely than cold if you know what I mean
Everyone's got an agenda
Don't stop keep that chin up you'll be alright
Can you believe what a year it's been
Are you still the same?
Has your opinion changed?
Because I don't know you anymore
I don't recognize this place
The picture frames have changed and so has your name
We don't talk much anymore
We keep running from these sentences
But what I wouldn't give to see your face again
I know I let you down
Again and again
I know I never really treated you right
I've paid the price
I'm still paying for it everyday
So maybe I shouldn't have called
Was it too soon to tell?
Oh what the hell
It doesn't really matter
How do you redefine something that never really had a name?
Has your opinion changed?
Because I don't know you anymore
I don't recognize this place
The picture frames have changed and so has your name
We don't talk much anymore
We keep running from the pain
But what I wouldn't give to see your face again
I see your face
I see your face
"Too much of me is gone; too little of me is left. Oh, wait a minute, now I sound like Byron or something." She sighed, exasperated by her thoughts which she presented to her listeners. A pair of strong arms cradled her, talking softly to her yet loud enough for everyone to hear.
"What part of you is missing?"
She was silent, her eyebrows carving lower into her brown eyes in constant thought. She looked up at him in despair.
"Everything, Antoine! Everything; I don't know who I am anymore!" Her voice softened with the sudden realization that caused her to reach out her hand and run it through his gold curls. "Why, I think...I don't know you anymore."
Antoine looked at her sadly, slowly backing away as he said, "No, that can't be. We are in love. Nothing can seperate us now. You can't mean what you say!"
"Oh, but I do!" She said immediately, rushing up to him, her hand back up behind his neck. Her eyes filled with tears. She looked to the ground, as if waiting for an answer, then back up into his emerald eyes. Barely able to hold back the tears, her voice became a loud, harsh whisper.
"And that is why... I do not think we should be together anymore."
Antoine took her by the arms, shaking her slightly, desperation bulging from his expression. "No! No, you can't leave me! I cannot live without you!"
"Let me go, Antoine," She commanded lightly, composed and once again ever the lady. "It is finished. We cannot be."
She turned, picked up her coat and purse and strode quickly out of site.
Antoine tore his eyes away from her sihlouette to turn to his listeners. He sank to his knees, on the verge of weeping.
"My love, how could you have left me? You were all I ever wanted, and even though you are gone; alas, I see your face."
He wiped the tears from his eyes and looked heavenward, the sincerest of looks in his eyes.
"I see your face."
Silence. Then, an uproar of applause. The crowd stood and cheered until their hands hurt and were out of breath. A smiling man walked onto the stage and announced, "Thank you! Thank you very much! My thanks goes to the writer of 'I Don't Kow You Anymore', Jaque Doucette, and to the two wonderful actors who made it shine."
He turned and stretched his arm out toward Antoine. "Pierre Tanguay,--" the crowd roared, and Pierre bowed. The man signaled behind the stage. "And Amanda Darieux!"
A beaming Amanda walked back onto the stage, waving to the applauding audience and then taking her position beside Pierre to take a bow.
* * *
“The cellular customer you are calling cannot be re—“
“Duncan, where are you?” Amanda sighed with gleeful impatience. She snapped her cell phone together and slipped it into her pocket.
“Oh well, if he’s not there to talk to me, I can’t be blamed.” She grinned an evil little grin and walked down the sidewalk, her arm outstretched to wave on any approaching taxi that would take her to the airport.
She couldn’t wait to get back to Seacouver and Duncan. There were so many things to tell, so many presents to give, so many plays to boast about…
“And so many bills to pay,” she reminded herself.
A taxi pulled up beside her, and she opened the door.
“He’ll be proud of me that the whole play thing was on a voluntary basis. I mean, who cares about the profit? He’ll have enough; he always does,” she rambled on to herself. “How mad could he get?”
She climbed into the taxi and asked for the airport, all the while telling herself that if he decided to kill her, she’d move to Indonesia and start a new life. Change the picture frames, her name… the works.
Selah
Random notes: Alright, folks, I really meant for this story to be real deep and tear-jerky and all that, but I was unfortunately not very inspired and out of time (I finished the story at 10:42 p.m.) so this is pretty much all I could come up with. The story is VERY short; I’ll definitely come up with something better next time. Sorry! To my surprise, though, I actually had a lot of fun writing this one. I didn’t have to be so serious. The lines that were used were “I don’t know you anymore”, “I see your face” and I mentioned something about “The picture frames have changed and so has your name.” The lyrics are very much appreciated. Any constructive criticism is unlimitedly welcomeJ
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