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xp_logs2004-10-22 11:10 pm
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One to the Chest: Under Pressure
Doug the night before the blood drive. He's in the music room, putting the last touches on everything and making sure he's done all he can. A rather appropriate song comes on, and he lets loose musically before trying to get some sleep.
Doug curled up in the sound-proof control booth of the music room and stared at the screen of his laptop. He'd double and triple checked the notes, and there didn't seem to be anything he was missing. He rubbed his eyes and sighed. The notes were collated and filed for Mr. Summers and Professor Xavier, and the emails were set on a time-delay for Saturday evening in case he didn't come back. If everything went as planned, he would have plenty of time to cancel the emails and delete them forever so their recipients would never have to see them.
As he prepared to close everything up, a song started on his computers MP3 player. A seven-note guitar riff followed by two high piano chords. Doug recognized the song quickly, the riff that had been done by Queen and David Bowie years before Vanilla Ice had taken it and tried to pass it off as his own. A few tears slowly trickled down Doug's face as he turned the music up and sang along.
Pressure pushing down on me
Pressing down on you no man ask for
Under pressure
That burns a building down
Splits a family in two
Puts people on streets...
Oh, Doug could definitely identify with this. Pressure? He knew just a bit about pressure. He had been under pressure for the past month, and he hadn't been able to tell anyone about it. He rolled his shoulders, feeling the tension there and thinking about the hours he had put into his 'project', so many hours that Marie-Ange had gotten worried about him. If she'd known what the project really was, she would have probably been even more worried...
It's the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming 'let me out'
Pray tomorrow takes me higher
Pressure on people
People on streets...
Doug grimaced. These lyrics were hitting way too close to home. He definitely felt like he was screaming 'let me out' inside, but because of what he knew, he couldn't really tell anyone what was going on with him. It was so lonely, and tiring, and he was almost to the point where he didn't care what happened on the morrow, because he was just so _tired_.
Chippin' around
Kick my brains round the floor
These are the days
It never rains but it pours
People on streets
People on streets
It's the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming let me out!
Pray tomorrow takes me higher higher higher
Pressure on people
People on streets
Turned away from it all
Like a blind man
Sat on a fence but it don't work
Keep coming up with love
But it's so slashed and torn
Why why why?
Love love love love...
Doug had tried to turn a blind eye. But he knew what was going to happen, and that gave him an obligation. He couldn't stand by and watch Rahne be killed just to save his own life. He had to try and change it. ~No greater love than this...~ he thought as he continued to sing, his voice cracking with emotion.
Insanity laughs under pressure we're cracking
Can't we give ourselves one more chance?
Why can't we give love that one more chance?
Why can't we give love give love give love?
Give love give love give love give love give love?
Cause love's such an old fashioned word
And love dares you to care
For people on the edge of the night
And love dares you to change our way
Of caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is our last dance
This is ourselves under pressure
Under pressure...
As the song trailed off, Doug sighed. This might be his last dance, and that frightened him. He wasn't ready to die, but the alternative was worse to him. He slowly closed the laptop and headed for the door. Tomorrow would tell, one way or the other. And with that, he turned out the light and walked out.
Doug curled up in the sound-proof control booth of the music room and stared at the screen of his laptop. He'd double and triple checked the notes, and there didn't seem to be anything he was missing. He rubbed his eyes and sighed. The notes were collated and filed for Mr. Summers and Professor Xavier, and the emails were set on a time-delay for Saturday evening in case he didn't come back. If everything went as planned, he would have plenty of time to cancel the emails and delete them forever so their recipients would never have to see them.
As he prepared to close everything up, a song started on his computers MP3 player. A seven-note guitar riff followed by two high piano chords. Doug recognized the song quickly, the riff that had been done by Queen and David Bowie years before Vanilla Ice had taken it and tried to pass it off as his own. A few tears slowly trickled down Doug's face as he turned the music up and sang along.
Pressure pushing down on me
Pressing down on you no man ask for
Under pressure
That burns a building down
Splits a family in two
Puts people on streets...
Oh, Doug could definitely identify with this. Pressure? He knew just a bit about pressure. He had been under pressure for the past month, and he hadn't been able to tell anyone about it. He rolled his shoulders, feeling the tension there and thinking about the hours he had put into his 'project', so many hours that Marie-Ange had gotten worried about him. If she'd known what the project really was, she would have probably been even more worried...
It's the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming 'let me out'
Pray tomorrow takes me higher
Pressure on people
People on streets...
Doug grimaced. These lyrics were hitting way too close to home. He definitely felt like he was screaming 'let me out' inside, but because of what he knew, he couldn't really tell anyone what was going on with him. It was so lonely, and tiring, and he was almost to the point where he didn't care what happened on the morrow, because he was just so _tired_.
Chippin' around
Kick my brains round the floor
These are the days
It never rains but it pours
People on streets
People on streets
It's the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming let me out!
Pray tomorrow takes me higher higher higher
Pressure on people
People on streets
Turned away from it all
Like a blind man
Sat on a fence but it don't work
Keep coming up with love
But it's so slashed and torn
Why why why?
Love love love love...
Doug had tried to turn a blind eye. But he knew what was going to happen, and that gave him an obligation. He couldn't stand by and watch Rahne be killed just to save his own life. He had to try and change it. ~No greater love than this...~ he thought as he continued to sing, his voice cracking with emotion.
Insanity laughs under pressure we're cracking
Can't we give ourselves one more chance?
Why can't we give love that one more chance?
Why can't we give love give love give love?
Give love give love give love give love give love?
Cause love's such an old fashioned word
And love dares you to care
For people on the edge of the night
And love dares you to change our way
Of caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is our last dance
This is ourselves under pressure
Under pressure...
As the song trailed off, Doug sighed. This might be his last dance, and that frightened him. He wasn't ready to die, but the alternative was worse to him. He slowly closed the laptop and headed for the door. Tomorrow would tell, one way or the other. And with that, he turned out the light and walked out.