Seeing, Feeling, Believing

Does anybody hear her?
Can anybody see?
Or does anybody even know she's going down today?
Under the shadows of our steeples
With all the lost and lonely peoples
Searching for the hope that's tucked away in you and me.
 

Her sliver blue eyes scanned the crowd and she took a deep breath as she started out with a few strums of her guitar. She knew that wasn't what they were waiting for, they wanted the lyrics, the singers voice, she was just a background artist barely in the light. Nobody ever saw her it seemed.
But she was wrong he had seen her from his seat rows back from the stage. She didn't know but he caught her every motion. the little jerk of her guitar as she moved by her microphone, the smile that spread across her face as time passed, the way her foot tapped along with the music coming from the drums and the fac that her eyes closed at the beginning of every song only to open for a few seconds before slamming shut again. Her eyes were what first drew him in. He had bever seen that color before and it basically sucked his breath away. He knew he was staring but he couldn't help it.
Her eyes popped open as if feeling someone watching her, but she knew it couldn't be so, well she thought it wasn't. Her eyes looked into the crowd and she gasped spotting him staring at her. He was handsome, there was no denying that. Brunette hair in curls and hazel eyes that look almost green under the lights. Before spotting him she had almost given up, no one knew her, saw her, or heard her she was ready to give up. But just the way he looked at her caused her to suck in those thoughts and have hope.
He watched her eyes start to glow, sparkle, and shine, smiling widely at her. She kept her eyes open for the last three songs they played as she grinned down at him. He wanted to meet her, to tell her he had seen her, to let her know she had restored his faith in the world.
She couldn't wait for the show to end so that she could tell him just what he had done for her. The last rift of the last song was played as screams errupted from the crowd and her eyes never left him. Quickly everyone but her left the stage, she followed after slowly wanting to remember everything about him. She studied the way that his smile made his face flush red in the cheeks, how he was dressed to impress despite it being a simple concert, the way his hazel eyes held a smile that made her smile.
His eyes followed her as she left the stage and he started to make his way to the simple meet and gret but his efforts were stoped when he was recognised and had to leave for fear of getting attacked, especially since he had left his body guard back with his brothers saying he would be fine. He was sorry he couldn't tell her exactly what she had done for him.
She was heartbroke when she was that he wasn't there. He had given her hope, given her somethin to live for, made her feel a little less lost. Hanging her head she headed backstage to the cramped dressing rooms she decided was her new home after shows. Time passed and she changed dramatically, she wasn;t the normal crazy girl she had been, she was more depressed.
He couldn't find her before he had to leave again and his work was practiced to perfection no longer for fun. His performances didn't show the fun boy he was instead showing a boy drowning himself in his work. He was almost as hurt as she was if not as hurt. And slowly he became more distant worrying his fans to death about him and what was wrong with him.
Soon her tour was done and she was back home locking herself in her room, closing her eyes as she laid on her bed drawing his image back from her memory. She could remember his curly hair and his hazel eyes, she could remember how his clothes were perfect for a nice dinner, how his scarf hid his neck but enhanced him, and how it looked like he had absolutley no bottom eye lashes. She could remember him as he was that night and would forever.
He couldn't wait for his tour to be over, a week more and then he was going to be perfecting the songs for the next tour. That's all he could do, perfect songs, play them without any heart and spend his time remembering her. How striking she had looked on that stage. And how much joy had been on her face as she played. He just wanted to see her face again. If only he could get his mind off of her.
She played as she was told to and when she wasn't (and more likely than not when she was) her thoughts drifted back to him. To the boy who had so easily given her hope. To the boy she saw every time she closed her eyes and every time she saw a face. She was loosing it, slowly at first but it quickly grew until she was lost.
News of another tour came and his work became more mechanical. It seemsas if he had been replaced, replaced by a robot who was there to stay. Each practice grew to him showing less to anyone. Causing his brothers to worry deeply about what was going on inside of his head, and his heart for that matter. But he wouldn't let them in, wouldn't let anyone in.
She didn't want to leave her room, but was told she HAD to return with the group on their tour. Her eyes were dull and her face was paler than normal. She didn't want to be in this conference room. She didn't want to meet the band she was going on tour with. She didn't even want her favorite drink, she just wanted to close her eyes and go back to that night. Go back to when she had first seen him, and to do just that she lies her head on her arms on the table.
He walked into the room, coffee in his hand and his brothers following after. He was still moping around, and that had more than enough of it. His hazel eyes look around the room and he recognizes the band. It's the one he had gone to see the day his eyes rested on her. He searched and easily spotterd her, her head down on the table sitting next to an empty seat.
She felt him sit down next to her and her head rose just enough to spot the gorgeous curls and his hazel eyes. She raised herself higher then a glimmer of hope formed in her eyes. A single look at his clothing proved her suspisions true. It was him the boy from the concert the one who gave her a reason to live without saying a single word. She wanted to tell him exactly what he had done for her. She wanted him to know just how much hope he had given her.
Together they lit back alive her eyes sparkling and her face lighting up considerably, his eyes full of compassion and a smile on both faces.
"I'm Kevin," he grinned wrapping an arm around her in a friendly hug.
"Ashlynn," she returned leaning her head against his shoulder.
Their friends, family, and bandmates all stare shocked. What had happened to their friends who were depressed, emotionlessand lost to this world.
Kevin and Ashlynn were oblivious to this though, wrapped completely into one another just staring studying. After a few silent seconds she speaks, her eyes gleaming.
"You gave me hope that day."
"You restored my faith," he answered.

OH MAN
how did I miss this?
how did EVERYBODY miss this?
you know what I'm thinking
so yea...
that

and Marina's backkkkk

tAyLoR♥[15 days until I go to South Dakota!] wrote omj I loved that Stephani!!!! Nothing I could write can even compare to that!!! I have a question...will you do the honor of writing a fanfic for me?

flabbergasted.
You want me to write a fanfic for you.
wow.
double wow.
oh man.
.....
flabbergasted