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Pubblicato: 10-07-05 - Ultimo aggiornamento: 05-04-06

Commenti: Hi everyone! I'm stuck with other fics so I decided to create another one (hope you don't mind - the idea just popped up in my head ^^). It's not really a songfic, 'cause I'm not sure I'll use a song in each chapter (I'll see how it evolves). I will use different songs (mostly love ones - hence the 'Romance' category) and propose them as Kiara's own work (I did the disclaimer thing, though)... I needed her to express herself - and what better way than through a song (and me not being able to write such beautiful lyrics, I had to improvise). I'll end now, before you press the 'Back' button. Enjoy and reviews are greatly appreciated. Kisses, Mojca P.S.: The song in this chapter is 'All I Wanna Do Is Make Love to You' by Heart

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»It's official,« Serena Phelps dropped on the sofa beside her friend, slapping her on the knee with the latest issue of Cosmopolitan. »You're going to Tokyo, baby!«  

Kiara groaned. »Oh, goody...«  

Serena laughed. »Oh, c'mon, it's gonna be fun.«  

»Yeah, right.«  

Jake Cunningham came running into the studio. »Kiara!«  

The blond mane swished as her head snapped up. »Sir, yes, sir!«  

Her manager grimaced. »Would you knock it off? You make me sound like a Nazi or something.«  

»I'm sure you have a few Nazi veins in you somewhere, Jakey,« Serena winked.  

He rolled his eyes. »Cut it out, Phelps!«  

She batted her eyelashes at him..  

Kiara laughed, rolling a blonde tress around her index finger. »Was there something you wanted, Jake?«  

He cleared his throat. »Yeah... Why aren't you in that booth with earphones on?«  

»Break.«  

»Huh?« he blinked.  

»I'm on a break.«  

He grabbed her shoulders, lifting her of the sofa with ease. »You don't have time for a break. We need this record out before we arrive in Napon.«  

»Nippon...« she mumbled.  

»Pardon?«  

»It's Nippon.«  

»Jakey,« Serena chided. »See, you went all Nazi on her again. She deserves a break. You want her to blow her vocal chords? Who will do the concert then? You?«  

»Stop calling me 'Jakey', Phelps.«  

»Stop calling me 'Phelps', Jakey.« A corner of her glossed lips lifted. »I do have a name.«  

»Yeah, it's 'Lady Bitch',« their producer mumbled.  

Kiara chuckled, grabbing her best friend before she went all cougary on the poor guy.  

»Chris,« she laughed, holding Serena around the waist. »You can just stop teasing her. We all know you just wanna bang her.«  

Jake slapped his forehead. »Perfect, just perfect. My best singer turned vulgar.«  

»That's not vulgar, Jake. You haven't seen me in the vulgar mode, buddy. And trust me, you don't wanna see me in the vulgar mode.« Kiara lifted an eyebrow. »What is wrong with the expression 'bang' anyway. It beats the hell out of 'f...'«  

»Okay, okay,« Slapping a hand over her mouth, Jake sighed. »I got the picture. Now, could you go in there and record?«  

»Yeah, yeah, Nazi-boy,« she grumbled, banging the door shut behind her.  

...  

Still grumbling under her breath, she slapped her earphones on, closing her eyes and waiting for Chris to press the play button.  

The music filled her ears and Kiara forgot about everything. The world outside the recording booth ceased to exist. Her friends, watching her from the other side of the Plexiglas vanished. She vanished... All it remained was the music and her voice adding the lyrics... Her heart beating a steady rhythm, her lips parted on a deep sigh...  

It was a rainy night  

When he came into sight,  

Standing by the road,  

No umbrella, no coat.  

Her mind drew images of a dark night, rain pouring down in rivulets...  

So I pulled up alongside  

And I offered him a ride.  

He accepted with a smile,  

So we drove for a while.  

A girl stopped her car, letting a soaked stranger with kind, gentle eyes in the warm cocoon of her car...  

I didn't ask him his name,  

This lonely boy in the rain.  

She didn't have to ask who this mystery man of her dreams was. She knew his name. She knew him. She would have recognized him everywhere. Her soul would have been drawn to his...  

Fate, tell me it's right,  

Is this love at first sight?  

Please, don't make it wrong,  

Just stay for the night.  

God, how she wished he would have said to her. At least once. 'Stay for the night.' God, yes!  

All I wanna do is make love to you  

Say you will  

You want me, too  

All I wanna do is make love to you  

I've got lovin' arms to hold on to  

Serena watched her friend through the glass. Kiara's eyes were closed tight, pearly tears gathered in the corners... Her voice... That beautiful voice of hers was so full of love and sorrow... »Kiara...« she whispered.  

Jake looked down at the brunette at his side, smiling slightly. At least he wasn't the only one feeling weird and extremely sad every time he heard Kiara sing a love song. She could convey such strong and yet tender emotions with her voice... And the lyrics she wrote... One could sense they came straight out of her soul.  

Sighing softly, he laid a hand on Serena's shoulder. »She's good, isn't she?«  

Serena just nodded, her own eyes glistening.  

So we found this hotel,  

It was a place I knew well.  

We made magic that night,  

Oh, he did everything right  

He brought out the woman in me,  

So many times, easily.  

The woman in her has never been brought out, but she was allowed to dream how it could have been, wasn't she?  

And in the morning when he woke,  

All I left him was a note.  

I told him  

'I am the flower, you are the seed,  

We walked in the garden,  

We planted a tree.  

Don't try to find me,  

Please, don't you dare,  

Just live in my memory, you'll always be there'.  

She left him that note. A note telling him she was going away. A note telling him she couldn't stand their situation anymore. Begging him not to try to find her... How she regretted it.  

All I wanna do is make love to you  

One night of love was all we knew  

They've never known a night of love. They've never been courageous enough to admit their feelings to each other...  

All I wanna do is make love to you  

I've got lovin' arms to hold on to  

A week later Jake came running to the apartment, Kiara shared with Serena. »Gals, we're first on the Billboard Chart!«  

Serena's eyes bulged, while her friend just smiled, playing with her raven hair.  

Jake waved the New York Post as if it was the Holy Bible. »'All I Wanna Do Is Make Love to You' is a winner.« He finally stopped for breath, scowling down at Kiara. »What the hell happened to your hair?«  

Kiara shrugged. »I grew bored being a blonde.«  

»You look like Morticia Addams.«  

»Why, Mr. Cunningham,« she batted her long eyelashes at him. »I believe that's a compliment.«  

»Are there any reviews, yet?« Serena went for the paper. »Let's see...« Plopping on the floor, she spread the paper in front of her, licking a finger. »Another masterful hit from Kiara. The mysterious artiste... They're calling you an 'artiste'.«  

Kiara brought a hand to her forehead. »Oooh, I'm all feverish, somebody please open the window. Oh, I'm so bloody honored...«  

»Whatever,« Serena laughed, continuing: »The mysterious artiste manages once again to convey a range of emotions with her haunting voice and poignant lyrics. The listener has the feeling of being there in the pouring rain, watching these two lovers meet, observing their night of passion...«  

»Who wrote this?« Kiara dropped on the floor beside her friend. »This creep has major voyeur issues. Jake...« She tugged at his pants. »Do you know this guy?«  

»He's right,« he murmured. »You can do that. Your voice has that kind of power. Ask Phelps, she was all blubbery while you were recording it.«  

»Were not,« Serena pouted.  

Kiara's hazel eyes bore into her friend. »Really? «  

»Okay, maybe a little.« Serena smiled slightly. »You have no idea, do you? Your voice is like a weapon, girl. I can feel stuff when you sing, stuff I've never believed a person could feel. It' like... like...«  

»Like you makes us feel what you feel. Your emotions,« Jake finished for her.  

»Damn,« Kiara whispered, chewing on her lower lip. »Damn... Damn, I'm good!«  

Oh, oooh, we made love  

Love like strangers  

All night long  

We made love  

In a darkened apartment, a gloved hand increased the volume on the radio. The feeble glow of the lamp illuminated a work table strewn with bullets, wires and plastic explosive...  

Then it happened one day,  

We came round the same way  

You can imagine his surprise  

When he saw his own eyes  

His dark eyes were full of rage and fury as he stared at the wall where hundreds of Kiara's pictures made up a shrine. His hands shook as he pointed a gun at her smiling face.  

»You bitch,« he whispered hoarsely. »Why do you keep singing about him? Why?!«  

I said 'please, please, understand  

I'm in love with another man  

And what he couldn't give me  

Was the one little thing that you can'.  

»I'll make you pay. Pay for everything you've done to me. You are carrying his child. You're a fallen woman...« His lips lengthened into a sweet smile. »But I'll make you righteous again. You will realize your mistakes and you will forget about him... You will return to me.«  

All I wanna do is make love to you  

One night of love was all we knew  

All I wanna do is make love to you  

Say you will, you want me, too  

»Yes, I want you, Kiara. I love you. I will never stop loving you. You were destined to be mine.« His eyes narrowed again, his finger tightening on the trigger. »Only mine!«  

All night long  

All night long  

All night long  

All night long 

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