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Rebel Goddess (Login RebelGoddess)
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Posted Dec 16, 2004 11:37 AM
Don't worry, this is nearly over. Just two chapters to go I think. Sorry it's rather rough and ready. I'm writing this in a hurry as it won't let me go.
I disclaim. At least one chapter until you understand 'Me and Betsy'.
Segment 5
Clark cursed his voice, his stupidity and Mark. He thought about this for a bit then cursed Lana too. He might as well since it was partly her fault he was stuck in a recording studio instead of out making hay on the farm while Mark the Mad scrutinised his life, voice and body until he was satisfied he was ready to make music. The song he had been singing to Betsy, the one that had really impressed Mark, had made him think of her. That had been why he liked it. He hated it now.
It was amazing how much life could change in two weeks. It wasn't so long ago that he'd been worrying that Chloe would realise just what had happened the last time a meteor freak had attacked her and he'd saved her, that Lana would bar him from the Talon on the grounds of extreme evasion of questioning, that Pete would finally give Lex the smack he felt he so richly deserved, that his parents would stop him from visiting Lex's castle and that the farm would go the way of Pete's Dad's corn factory if his Dad refused Lex's offer of help once again. Even so, it had been a fairly normal kind of worrying, the usual weight of the world on his shoulders stuff. He had even been half bored waiting for the next big thing to happen, knowing it couldn't be far away.
He swore that he would never find boredom dull again.
Now he was worried that Mark would reveal his secret to the whole world and that Lex would find out that the 'mystery voice' on the song he was about to record was his. Not that he minded Lex listening to his singing. He'd always thought his voice was OK, nothing special, fine for car crooning, and he trusted Lex enough not to laugh at him for trying. It was the song's content that was getting him down.
If he ever found out who had written 'Longing for Lana', they would find new meaning in the words 'heated stare'. |
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