Title: I do
Description: little Dom shortie
Description: little Dom shortie
Mena - August 3, 2005 05:54 PM (GMT)
Hi folks... uhm, I realized my inspiration decreased lately, so I decided to write a little shortie to warm it up again.
I tried to twist the ending like I usually do, but don't expect a big deal this time. Just, I like very much this song and I tried to get something neat out of it.
Okay, paperwork:
I do not own actor Dominic Monaghan, or Madonna. I think she's more likely to sue me than he his, but I am getting no money for this, so Madge, think about what you're doing.
This song was written by Placebo, so again guys, don't mind starting some legal procedure... Madge is ahead of you anyway; ladies first, remember?
But I DO own the plot and the story in general: the female character is based on a dear friend of mine, and I hope she'll enjoy this. So, if any of you, Ms Madonna, the Placebo kids, or any reader means to steal it, forget it!
:)
Dom's POV.
The room is crowded to the unbelievable, a thousand people laugh and talk and walk like one all around me, and in my sudden irritation, I find myself holding my glass so tightly that it might explode in my hand at any time soon.
"She's here." someone whispers excitedly in the corner of my eye, and as I turn my head to catch the whole sentence, my eyes spot her, hidden in a cluster of fans who, being the top-notched creatures they are (that we all are, come to think of it), are trying their best to hide how freaking excited they are, to have her here, because you see, she's one of the greatest pop icons of our century, it would not be the case to pester her with some useless admiration, would it?
"Madge, here, oh, your latest album is just amazing! And, how's the tour going…?"
People whirl around her like steaks of a pinwheel, and she, the Lady Madonna, is standing in the middle of the charade with nothing but a weary smile to protect her. I could never have the nerve to join them… right?
I wanna be much more like you
Your effortlessly graceful scene
That drips from every pore of you
Where logic cannot intervene
But maybe, I have more reasons than them to give it a try! I could swallow the rest of my wine in a brave sip, and flash one of my goofy smiles in her direction, one of those that, I've been told, make women want to pat me on the head.
She turns her head to nod at someone, leaving me alone with my stupidity.
Why women like this one always make me feel dissatisfied with my life? Heck, I got everything I want, and probably more than I deserve, and yet, in the presence of this magnetic goddess in her forties I just feel like a kid who's just been kicked out of nursery.
I wanna take a bath with you
And wash the chaos from my skin
I wanna fall in love with you
So how do we begin ?
"Hey, Dominic!" some semi-unknown fashion victim pats me friendly on my shoulder, and I am forced to turn my back at her.
*Across the room…*
Mone's POV.
Upon my word, this is Hell on Earth. I can bet my head all of my friends would scream at me that I am nuts to complain, but I swear it is. Okay, someone might say I am fortunate, but actually I am just the most miserable girl in the world right now.
My favourite singer, my idol, my icon, is standing a few feet away in this very room, and I know that nothing in the world could ever persuade me to stride on and introduce myself.
I know, it's silly, and I never believed I would have chickened out at this point. But to have her here, in flash and bones, is just much more than I can take.
I wanna be a girl like you
The way you swing your hips in jeans
I wanna wear my face like you
Shiseido MAC and Maybelline
She's just like I have always imagined her, in my crazy fangirlish dreams where we were friends, and she was my mentor, and where I managed to meet her and impress her, displaying an hallucinating series of talents that maybe I don't have, or that I buffed a wee bit all by myself.
I wanna paint the town with you
And tickle you until you scream
I wanna fall in love with you
You may think she is just a woman, but oh, she's so not just a woman! The problem is that, when it comes to people you worship, you learn and ignore every single damn brain cell of yours, every scrap of logic screaming that if you don't make your move, that if you don't put down your glass, and simply walk on towards that person right now, you will regret it for all of your life. The truth it, I have nothing to offer, nothing to show to justify my presence here, to pride myself within and throw in her face.
*Across the room…*
Dom's POV.
The problem is that I just don't feel good enough for it. It's stupid, I agree, and I am already forecursing at myself for the years to come, for a missed chance that is not missed yet, the moment when I was in the same room with Madonna and I didn't approach her; I do, Heaven knows how much I do…
I wanna say I do
I wanna say I do
Mone's POV.
I wanna say I do
I wanna say I do
I do with an intensity I have hardly experienced in my whole life, the kind of anticipation that makes you feel like you were standing at the edge of a cliff, ready to jump; but, at the same time, the cliff is not real and neither is the jump itself, it's more like dreaming about both the cliff and the jump, and I am currently in the hardest, and maybe most relieving part of dreams, the one when you are still in, but you realize you are sleeping and that you'll wake up before feeling the fall.
*Across the room…*
Dom's POV.
I know now I made my decision, despite all the silent moments of regret that are waiting for me, despite myself. With a light smile, I turn on my heels and leave the room. I stride down the corridor, push the carved glass of the door and breathe the cold air of the night.
Good Lord, I feel such a loser.
Mone's POV.
I didn't make it. The white walls of the hallway shimmer in a blur before my eyes, just to turn into fresh air and velvet darkness and the noise of the traffic of the street; behind me, I know, a huge window only tears me away from the illuminated core of the room where she is standing, but the tides already turned, and I'm off;
There's a man before me, facing the street, a man with his hands in his pockets and his shoulders slumped down by some blue thought.
Dom's POV.
"Dom…" Mone's light hand covers my shoulder, and I turn to run an arm around her waistline, laying a quick kiss on her cheek, "getting bored?"
"Sort of, shall we leave, do you mind?" I respond, trying my best to ignore the sparkling frame of the window behind my girlfriend's shoulders; it is so huge and clear, and I can tell the face of every single person inside…
"Of course not." Her hand runs down to grab mine, and in the power of her squeeze I find enough strength to turn my face away and scan the cold street for a cab. As the yellow car manoeuvres closer to the pavement, I rub my hand on Mone's back to warm her up.
"Those parties are crap," she states convincingly, and I cannot help but grin at her serious tone.
"No interesting people there, uh?" I question as climbing into the car; for an instant, her eyelids flick,
"I've seen none, actually." in a moment, she's by my side and the car speeds up, away from the venue, away from her. "Have you?"
I encircle her neck with my hand, brushing her cheeks lightly with my fingers when I answer:
"No, sadly I haven't."
***
Among the cheerful hive of people, the woman was standing on her own, looking out the window. Her eyes remained stubbornly fixed on the rear lights of the taxi, that were getting smaller and smaller, swallowed by the darkness.
For a moment, she would have sworn the girl looked at her, across the window, before getting into the cab, and leave with that man she was obviously in love with.
I wanna be much more like you
The way your smile lights up the room
I'll kick back as men flirt with you
Till jealously I'll stay in you
The way he was looking at her, like she were everything he wanted from life… like his life itself was beyond perfect… did she ever feel so happy and accomplished?
People like those two, in the simplicity of their happiness, could unconsciously turn into dust everything she thought she'd care for, and make her long for something else, something as basic as their hopeful youth, and those entwining hands that she wished could turn into reaching palms, welcoming her inside their lives.
This confidence in me and you
This hope that you and I will bloom
I wanna fall in love with you
She didn't mean to steal them from each other! But, just to be part of their something, to get an ounce of the perfect love and joy for life they felt; could she ever be so honest with herself, so sincere with the others, to admit how badly she needed it?
I wanna say I do
I wanna say I do
I wanna say I do
I wanna say I do
I wanna say I do
But after all, it didn't matter, because the moment was gone, and none of them had the power to get it back, were they willing to do it, or not.
The question is do you?
The end.
I tried to twist the ending like I usually do, but don't expect a big deal this time. Just, I like very much this song and I tried to get something neat out of it.
Okay, paperwork:
I do not own actor Dominic Monaghan, or Madonna. I think she's more likely to sue me than he his, but I am getting no money for this, so Madge, think about what you're doing.
This song was written by Placebo, so again guys, don't mind starting some legal procedure... Madge is ahead of you anyway; ladies first, remember?
But I DO own the plot and the story in general: the female character is based on a dear friend of mine, and I hope she'll enjoy this. So, if any of you, Ms Madonna, the Placebo kids, or any reader means to steal it, forget it!
:)
Dom's POV.
The room is crowded to the unbelievable, a thousand people laugh and talk and walk like one all around me, and in my sudden irritation, I find myself holding my glass so tightly that it might explode in my hand at any time soon.
"She's here." someone whispers excitedly in the corner of my eye, and as I turn my head to catch the whole sentence, my eyes spot her, hidden in a cluster of fans who, being the top-notched creatures they are (that we all are, come to think of it), are trying their best to hide how freaking excited they are, to have her here, because you see, she's one of the greatest pop icons of our century, it would not be the case to pester her with some useless admiration, would it?
"Madge, here, oh, your latest album is just amazing! And, how's the tour going…?"
People whirl around her like steaks of a pinwheel, and she, the Lady Madonna, is standing in the middle of the charade with nothing but a weary smile to protect her. I could never have the nerve to join them… right?
I wanna be much more like you
Your effortlessly graceful scene
That drips from every pore of you
Where logic cannot intervene
But maybe, I have more reasons than them to give it a try! I could swallow the rest of my wine in a brave sip, and flash one of my goofy smiles in her direction, one of those that, I've been told, make women want to pat me on the head.
She turns her head to nod at someone, leaving me alone with my stupidity.
Why women like this one always make me feel dissatisfied with my life? Heck, I got everything I want, and probably more than I deserve, and yet, in the presence of this magnetic goddess in her forties I just feel like a kid who's just been kicked out of nursery.
I wanna take a bath with you
And wash the chaos from my skin
I wanna fall in love with you
So how do we begin ?
"Hey, Dominic!" some semi-unknown fashion victim pats me friendly on my shoulder, and I am forced to turn my back at her.
*Across the room…*
Mone's POV.
Upon my word, this is Hell on Earth. I can bet my head all of my friends would scream at me that I am nuts to complain, but I swear it is. Okay, someone might say I am fortunate, but actually I am just the most miserable girl in the world right now.
My favourite singer, my idol, my icon, is standing a few feet away in this very room, and I know that nothing in the world could ever persuade me to stride on and introduce myself.
I know, it's silly, and I never believed I would have chickened out at this point. But to have her here, in flash and bones, is just much more than I can take.
I wanna be a girl like you
The way you swing your hips in jeans
I wanna wear my face like you
Shiseido MAC and Maybelline
She's just like I have always imagined her, in my crazy fangirlish dreams where we were friends, and she was my mentor, and where I managed to meet her and impress her, displaying an hallucinating series of talents that maybe I don't have, or that I buffed a wee bit all by myself.
I wanna paint the town with you
And tickle you until you scream
I wanna fall in love with you
You may think she is just a woman, but oh, she's so not just a woman! The problem is that, when it comes to people you worship, you learn and ignore every single damn brain cell of yours, every scrap of logic screaming that if you don't make your move, that if you don't put down your glass, and simply walk on towards that person right now, you will regret it for all of your life. The truth it, I have nothing to offer, nothing to show to justify my presence here, to pride myself within and throw in her face.
*Across the room…*
Dom's POV.
The problem is that I just don't feel good enough for it. It's stupid, I agree, and I am already forecursing at myself for the years to come, for a missed chance that is not missed yet, the moment when I was in the same room with Madonna and I didn't approach her; I do, Heaven knows how much I do…
I wanna say I do
I wanna say I do
Mone's POV.
I wanna say I do
I wanna say I do
I do with an intensity I have hardly experienced in my whole life, the kind of anticipation that makes you feel like you were standing at the edge of a cliff, ready to jump; but, at the same time, the cliff is not real and neither is the jump itself, it's more like dreaming about both the cliff and the jump, and I am currently in the hardest, and maybe most relieving part of dreams, the one when you are still in, but you realize you are sleeping and that you'll wake up before feeling the fall.
*Across the room…*
Dom's POV.
I know now I made my decision, despite all the silent moments of regret that are waiting for me, despite myself. With a light smile, I turn on my heels and leave the room. I stride down the corridor, push the carved glass of the door and breathe the cold air of the night.
Good Lord, I feel such a loser.
Mone's POV.
I didn't make it. The white walls of the hallway shimmer in a blur before my eyes, just to turn into fresh air and velvet darkness and the noise of the traffic of the street; behind me, I know, a huge window only tears me away from the illuminated core of the room where she is standing, but the tides already turned, and I'm off;
There's a man before me, facing the street, a man with his hands in his pockets and his shoulders slumped down by some blue thought.
Dom's POV.
"Dom…" Mone's light hand covers my shoulder, and I turn to run an arm around her waistline, laying a quick kiss on her cheek, "getting bored?"
"Sort of, shall we leave, do you mind?" I respond, trying my best to ignore the sparkling frame of the window behind my girlfriend's shoulders; it is so huge and clear, and I can tell the face of every single person inside…
"Of course not." Her hand runs down to grab mine, and in the power of her squeeze I find enough strength to turn my face away and scan the cold street for a cab. As the yellow car manoeuvres closer to the pavement, I rub my hand on Mone's back to warm her up.
"Those parties are crap," she states convincingly, and I cannot help but grin at her serious tone.
"No interesting people there, uh?" I question as climbing into the car; for an instant, her eyelids flick,
"I've seen none, actually." in a moment, she's by my side and the car speeds up, away from the venue, away from her. "Have you?"
I encircle her neck with my hand, brushing her cheeks lightly with my fingers when I answer:
"No, sadly I haven't."
***
Among the cheerful hive of people, the woman was standing on her own, looking out the window. Her eyes remained stubbornly fixed on the rear lights of the taxi, that were getting smaller and smaller, swallowed by the darkness.
For a moment, she would have sworn the girl looked at her, across the window, before getting into the cab, and leave with that man she was obviously in love with.
I wanna be much more like you
The way your smile lights up the room
I'll kick back as men flirt with you
Till jealously I'll stay in you
The way he was looking at her, like she were everything he wanted from life… like his life itself was beyond perfect… did she ever feel so happy and accomplished?
People like those two, in the simplicity of their happiness, could unconsciously turn into dust everything she thought she'd care for, and make her long for something else, something as basic as their hopeful youth, and those entwining hands that she wished could turn into reaching palms, welcoming her inside their lives.
This confidence in me and you
This hope that you and I will bloom
I wanna fall in love with you
She didn't mean to steal them from each other! But, just to be part of their something, to get an ounce of the perfect love and joy for life they felt; could she ever be so honest with herself, so sincere with the others, to admit how badly she needed it?
I wanna say I do
I wanna say I do
I wanna say I do
I wanna say I do
I wanna say I do
But after all, it didn't matter, because the moment was gone, and none of them had the power to get it back, were they willing to do it, or not.
The question is do you?
The end.
Ambrosia - August 4, 2005 01:11 AM (GMT)
Squeee! I saved this for just now, because I was having a crap bored day filled with pointless chores and bullshit. So, I needed my shorty like I needed air!
And, you know what is smart, you clever girl? The fact that you could squeeze two loves/idols into one shorty for me. :love: It makes it doubly perfect and special. Because, it's like...turn away from Madge, but go to Dom's arms! Really, it makes it all okay. Plus, I was so surprised you used Dom! It seems my influence is growing larger over you. boehahaahaha!
Now, no need to say I loved it, for, obviously, I did. It was very different and intriguing, not what I expected, a good surprise.
And, you know what is smart, you clever girl? The fact that you could squeeze two loves/idols into one shorty for me. :love: It makes it doubly perfect and special. Because, it's like...turn away from Madge, but go to Dom's arms! Really, it makes it all okay. Plus, I was so surprised you used Dom! It seems my influence is growing larger over you. boehahaahaha!
Now, no need to say I loved it, for, obviously, I did. It was very different and intriguing, not what I expected, a good surprise.
| QUOTE |
| People whirl around her like steaks of a pinwheel, and she, the Lady Madonna, is standing in the middle of the charade with nothing but a weary smile to protect her. |
Right here, I thought of the pinwheel we saw in Venice, and how you asked me what it was called. It made me smile so big, because it was reliving a memory shared between just you and me. Do you know how awesome and special that is!!!??!! :hug:
| QUOTE |
| Heck, I got everything I want, and probably more than I deserve, and yet, in the presence of this magnetic goddess in her forties I just feel like a kid who's just been kicked out of nursery. |
I could imagine a lot of younger actors/actresses/singers would feel that way about her. I mean, it would take a lot of work and a lifetime to gain success like hers.
| QUOTE |
| She's just like I have always imagined her, in my crazy fangirlish dreams where we were friends, and she was my mentor, and where I managed to meet her and impress her, displaying an hallucinating series of talents that maybe I don't have, or that I buffed a wee bit all by myself. |
I loved this part, it made me smile so big. wahh, I do want to meet her and impress her with my made up talents!!!
| QUOTE |
| The way he was looking at her, like she were everything he wanted from life… like his life itself was beyond perfect… |
Okay, to admit to sappiness...I read that line about five times and it made me tear up. I dunno, I want that, I guess. It sounded so beautiful, and I am a selfish girl who wants a love like that, although doesn't have very high hopes to getting it. But, to read about it is nice, to get pulled into the moment.
| QUOTE |
| But, just to be part of their something, to get an ounce of the perfect love and joy for life they felt; could she ever be so honest with herself, so sincere with the others, to admit how badly she needed it? |
*sob* I wuv you, Madge, I do. :wub: Poor ladyyyy!
le sigh, I must download this song now. Thank you for writing this, sister. No need to say, I desperately needed it. So, I'm assuming the creativity is all flowing and I can expect more writing from you in the near future.
I'm not demanding or anything. ;-)
Blondie - August 4, 2005 06:33 AM (GMT)
Mena! You never cease to amaze me, so tricky you are.
This was so beautiful and wonderful that I could die a million deaths.
I loved how you included Dom, Mone and Madonna and their little psuedo love triangle.
Talk about a twist. Wow!
Again, I must comment on your amazing word play, leaves me sitting her with my mouth gaping and wondeing just how you do it.
You are a goddess! :bow:
This was so beautiful and wonderful that I could die a million deaths.
I loved how you included Dom, Mone and Madonna and their little psuedo love triangle.
Talk about a twist. Wow!
Again, I must comment on your amazing word play, leaves me sitting her with my mouth gaping and wondeing just how you do it.
You are a goddess! :bow:
Mena - August 4, 2005 04:18 PM (GMT)
Awww, thanks ladies! It's such a treat to receive compliments from girls/writers like you!
And, Ambra:
And, Ambra:
| QUOTE |
| Right here, I thought of the pinwheel we saw in Venice, and how you asked me what it was called. It made me smile so big, because it was reliving a memory shared between just you and me. |
I know! It just came to my mind spontaneously and I sort of needed to use that word!
:love:
Ambrosia - August 5, 2005 03:01 AM (GMT)
squee! Just saw the banner and I love it!
and......pinwheel is going to be like the most special word ever to me now. hahaha, I'm such a sentimental geek! :love:
and......pinwheel is going to be like the most special word ever to me now. hahaha, I'm such a sentimental geek! :love:
the1ringrulesdaworld - August 5, 2005 12:23 PM (GMT)
Just brilliant like usual Anna. I think if my idol was in the same room as me I don't know whether i'd have the guts either. Great shorty thanks for sharing
Jaime Girl - August 10, 2005 07:56 AM (GMT)
Ah, the undisputed queen of the plot twist. I see that you have not lost your touch! lol Brilliant, and just the thing to cure my little bout of boredom! lol