Title-> I Need Music (tentatively titled!) Author-> Heavy Glow Disclaimer-> I do not own Gilmore Girls, to my dismay! A/N-> Hey!! This is my new story! I got the idea while talking to my friend about Gilmore Girls and how it would be great if Tristan came back, just to spice everything up a bit more. And how it would be even better if he was more like CMM's character was on Dawson's Creek, so I've been going around singing I Hate Myself For Loving you all day and it just hit me! KA- BAAM! Its funny how a twisted mind can work! So review and tell me what you think! If no one likes it I'm not going to continue it. because that would be a waste off time! So PLEASE review!! Chapter One "Lane, why must you insist on dragging me to this thing?" Rory asked as her bestfriend Lane, as she hauled her out the door. "I insist because the only reason I can go is because my Mom trusts you for some odd, unknown reason!" Lane told her as they walked towards the club where the show was going to be held. "And you were my only way to get here. That and you're my bestfriend and I love you and I would do anything for you!" she gushed out in one breath. "Plus the lead singer is really hot! You'll just love him!" Lane let go of her elbow. "Hey Lane, go on in!" The burly man at the door told them. "Where on earth do you know him from?" Rory asked, glancing back at the bald man with tattoo covered arms. "He goes to the bible study group that my mom makes me go too." Land told her. "That was the other way I convinced my mom to let me go. She thinks I'm at a Christen seminar. I have a quiz tomorrow at eight." "Did anyone ever tell you that your Mom is warped?" Rory asked her. "Yes, actually." Lane nodded. "On several occasions!" Rory shook her head and smiled. 'I'm in for a long night.' They grabbed a table as close to the front as they could manage. "What kind of a band is this?" Rory asked Lane, who was looking around. "What? Oh! They do mostly covers of stuff." Lane nodded. "Like I Hate Myself For Loving You, and I Wanna Be Sedated. All the good stuff." Rory nodded, 'it can't be that bad then.' "I'm gonna go get a drink, want one?" "A water would be great." Rory smiled. She glanced at the people around her. They didn't look like a bad crowd. She couldn't believe that she had let Lane talk her into this, she could be home right now curled up reading Pride And Prejudice. The crowd was getting anxious. She glanced around, wondering when it was going to start. At that, Lane came to sit down, handing her a bottle of water. "It should-" The band walked out on stage. Rory looked up as the music started to play. Then she heard the voice; it was a deep voice that sent chills coursing through her. She knew that voice, she looked at the guitar player, and it wasn't him. She looked at the drummer; it wasn't him. She finally looked up into the face of the bass player. "Oh my God." She stared at him as he sang. His voice affecting her more then anything in had in her life. She stared at him as he put his heart and soul into his music. She had never seen Tristan like this. 'Tristan DuGrey, how you've changed.' She thought. It seemed like he actually cared for something, almost like he wasn't the superficial snob that he was when he had attended Chilton. A million questions ran through her head, but they were brought to an abrupt halt when he began to sing the next song. Tristan opened his eyes and glanced around the crowd. "This next song is called Bleed." He smiled at some girls that were in the corner eyeing him like he was a piece of meat. 'Some never change.' He began to sing, running through the chords with ease, the lyrics just flowing from his lips. He glanced at Jay, his guitar player. Jay grinned and glanced toward the crowd, Tristan's gaze followed. It came to rest on a girl with chocolate brown coloured hair that ended at her elbow, his gaze drifted up, staring at her; he stumbled over the words. He could feel Jay's eyes on him. 'Rory' he thought. Tristan looked at her, his gaze wandering over her body, leaving tingles in its place. "I'm feeling crossed, I take it inside, Burn up the pain, My thoughts are strange, Just like the things I used to love, Just like the tree that fell, I heard it, If art is still inside, I feel it." His eyes stared into hers for a moment before he recognized her. He stumbled over the words; she sated back at him. "I wanna bleed Show the world all that I have inside I wanna scream Let the blood flow that keeps me alive Take all these strings They call my veins Wrap them around Every fucking thing Presence of people Not for me Well I must remain in tune Forever My love is music I will marry melody I wanna bleed Show the world all that I have inside I wanna scream Let the blood flow that keeps me alive Won't you let me take you For a ride You can stop the world Try to change my mind Won't you let me show you How it feels You can stop the world But you won't change me I need music I need music I need music to set me free To let me bleed." He stared at Rory as the few remaining chords faded away. Rory Gilmore, the girl he used to love. A million questions ran through his head, what was she doing here? Did she like his music? Was she the same as she used to be? Was he still in love with her? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter Two Tristan stared at her, he wondered what she could possibly doing there. Was she with someone? He looked over to see a Korean girl. 'That must be Lane.' He thought. He sang a couple more songs before he told the crowd that they were going to take a break. 'Did you see that fine piece in the audience? The one with the long brown hair?" Jay asked him. "She was.. I might even get her phone number." He nodded. "You won't get her phone number." Tristan said, trying to hide his disgust. He did not want Jay trying to move in on Rory. There was no way in hell that he was going to allow it. "Why do you know her? Or do you just want her for yourself?" Jay asked, giving Tristan a little elbow. "Yes I know her, and she's not your type." Tristan took a long drink of his bottled water. "She's actually a very nice, decent girl." It sounded harsh, even to Tristan's ears. "Ok, ok!" Jay held up his hands. After their break they headed back up to play three more songs. Tristan walked up to the mike. "I want to thank all of you guys who came here to support us!" Rory watched Tristan as he captivated the crowd, even she sat there mesmerized. "What do you think so far?" Lane asked her. "Isn't he great? Not only does he sing, but he plays bass and he's hot!" Rory nodded, unable to do anything but just sit there and nod. Tristan walked over to Jay. "There's a change in the set list. I want 'It's Been Awhile' now ok?" "Fine by me." Jay replied, not questioning why. He had a good idea that it was for the girl in front. "This is 'It's Been Awhile' and this goes out to an old friend, you know who you are!" Tristan started to sing as the chords drifted through the air. And it's been awhile Since I could hold my head up high And it's been awhile Since I first saw you And it's been awhile Since I could stand on my own two feet again And it's been awhile Since I could call you And everything I can't remember As fucked up as it all may seem The consequences that I've rendered I've stretched myself beyond my means And it's been awhile Since I can say that I wasn't addicted And it's been awhile Since I can say I love myself as well And it's been awhile Since I've gone and fucked things up just like I always do And it's been awhile But all that shit seems to disappear when I'm with you And everything I can't remember As fucked up as it all may seem The consequences that I've rendered I've gone and fucked things up again Why must I feel this way? Just make this go away Just one more peaceful day! And it's been awhile Since I could look at myself straight And it's been awhile Since I said I'm sorry And it's been awhile Since I've seen the way the candle lights your face And it's been awhile But I can still remember just the way you taste And everything I can't remember As fucked up as it all may seem to be I know it's me I cannot blame this on my father He did the best he could for me And it's been awhile Since I could hold my head up high And it's been awhile Since I said I'm sorry Rory stared at him as he sang. That song was for her, she just knew it. She felt like he was staring into her soul. She could hardly breathe. No one had made her feel like this, least of all by singing to her. Tristan stared at her, singing to her and her alone. There had to be a way that he could talk to her, even if she did hate him, he had to talk to her one last time, tell her how he felt about her all these years. The scene played through his mind. //Flashback// Dean: That had nothing to do with me? Well I must have imagined it all then. Your boyfriend's waiting. Rory: He's not my boyfriend. I hate him. //End Of Flashback// Rory noticed the look of pain in his eyes before he flashed a grin to some of his groupies. He seemed happy, but Rory could see the pained look in his eyes. 'What had caused it?' she wondered. TBC....
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