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The song in this fic is 'Parachute' by Cheryl Cole. I don't own it, as well as the Fallen charaters.


New York, USA, 1922

I walked into the Grayson Theatre. Lucinda would perform tonight, so as her lover I definitely had to come to support her. Grayson Theatre is a theatre which organizes all kinds of shows, like musicals, operas and concerts. Lucinda works there and she is one of the best singers too. I'm proud of her for that.

"Hall E…" I muttered, thinking of the place where she'd perform. Where was it? Ah, right at the end of the corridor. I walked over to it. Other attendance had also arrived. They chatted quietly. The stage drape was pulled down, which meant the show hadn't yet begun.

I sat down at my seat, which located at the middle of the hall. There was a corridor on my right hand side. Mainly it was used for the audience to leave, but sometimes the singers would just stroll along it too. Lucinda often did that in her past concerts. However, tonight's concert was a different one. There would be other singers beside Lucinda.

More and more people arrived. All the seats in the hall were full by the time the show began. A spotlight shone on the velvet stage drape and it was slowly pulled away. The host came out and everyone clapped. The host adjusted the microphone stand and start speaking: "Good evening, ladies and gentleman. Welcome to Grayson Theatre's 85th Anniversary Celebration Concert Show. Our theatre has become 85 years old tonight, and in order to celebrate this happy moment, we hold this concert show. Various artists will be performing for us tonight. First of all, may I bring you Miss Lucinda Harold, with the song 'Parachute'! Please welcome Miss Harold!" The audience clapped and cheered. The host went back to backstage and Lucinda slowly appeared on the stage. People clapped again. Lucinda, as usual, was very beautiful. She wore a long black dress with reached the floor with long sleeves, and a black hat with a ribbon tied on it. Her face was slightly covered by a black veil. She bowed and started singing:

I don't tell anyone about the way you hold my hand
I don't tell anyone about the things that we have planned
I won't tell anybody
Won't tell anybody
They want to push me down
They want to see you fall
down

Sweet voice she had. The audience started clapping along the beat of the song and I did the same.

Won't tell anybody how you turn my world around
I won't tell anyone how your voice is my favourite sound
Won't tell anybody
Won't tell anybody
They want to see us fall
They want to see us fall

I listened closely to the lyrics. It seemed that she was singing to me, Wasn't she?

I don't need a parachute
Baby, if I've got you
Baby, if I've got you
I don't need a parachute
You're gonna catch me
You're gonna catch if I fall
Down, down, down

Lucinda started walking down to the seating area. The audience cheered, and the men started whistling and blowing kisses to her. Some of them winked, while some of them waved their hats. The girls looked at Lucinda jealously. They looked as though they wanted to kill her. I watched with amusement at the audience. I looked up at Lucinda and I saw her winking at me. I winked back, causing her to blush a bit. As her face was covered by veil, it was hard to see but not for me.

I don't need a parachute
Baby, if I've got you
Baby, if I've got you
I don't need a parachute
You're gonna catch me
You're gonna catch if I fall
Down, down

Lucinda went on walking. She started with the row on the left hand side first. The men looked at her with hungry eyes. She winked at them, and they all shivered, as if her look had shot electricity through their body. The girls looked more jealous. They gritted their teeth. What a view.

Don't believe the things you tell yourself so late night and
You are your own worst enemy
You'll never win the fight
Just hold onto me
I'll hold onto you
It's you and me up against the world
It's you and me

Lucinda suddenly narrowed her eyes, and I knew what she was doing: thinking. I was sure that she had a plan, but what was it? I went on watching her. She leaned down to a man and squeezed his shoulder. The man's face reddened and the woman next to him (probably his wife) glared at her, as if to say, "Don't you dare to touch my husband!" I could feel my body heated up a bit. God, I started to get jealous. I didn't want anyone to approach Lucinda.

Especially when she was mine.

I don't need a parachute
Baby, if I've got you
Baby, if I've got you
I don't need a parachute
You're gonna catch me
You're gonna catch if I fall
Down, down

Lucinda walked to another row. This time she did something which irritated me even more. She put a hand on another man's shoulder and traced her fingers along it. The girls in the room were particularly boiling: they waved their fists to Lucinda but she took no notice of them. I started trembling in my seat.

God, how could she do this to me?

I don't need a parachute
Baby, if I've got you
Baby, if I've got you
I don't need a parachute
You're gonna catch me
You're gonna catch if I fall
Down, down

Then it hit me: she was actually trying to work me up! I looked at Lucinda. She was flirting with other men, but she kept her eyes on me all of the time. That was the proof. Well, I knew that, but that didn't stop me from being jealous. I stayed in the seat sighing when Lucinda worked her magic on the men. The men were completely hypnotized.

I won't fall out of love
I won't fall out of,
I won't fall out of love
I won't fall out of,
I won't fall out of love
I won't fall out of,
I won't fall out of love
I'll fall into you

Lucinda walked to my row this time. The men looked at her with begging eyes, clearly hoping that she'd pick them. However, Lucinda didn't play with them. She walked straight to me. She signaled to get up and I complied, giving her a scowl at the same time. She smiled; hint of teasing was in her eyes. I felt my legs weakened a bit.

I hate her when she does that.

She looked up at me, placing her hand on my cheek. The room grew silent. The girls, of course, were still looking jealous, but this time the men joined their clan. They held their breath, waiting for something to happen.

I won't fall out of love
I won't fall out of,
I won't fall out of love
I won't fall out of,
I won't fall out of love
I won't fall out of,
I won't fall out of love
I'll fall into you

She stopped singing, and the others looked at her with bewilderment. Lucinda leaned closer to me and whispered, "I love you."

Then she pressed her lips to mine.

The room was still quiet for a moment. After a while, the others started applauding. Lucinda pulled away and walked back to the stage. I fell back into my seat, amazed of what had just happened. The host came out again and started speaking: "Next, we'll have Mr. Joesph Jones, performing…"

I remained silent for the next few hours.


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