The Great Divide [Amos]

[ella]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url('http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h99/houndoomXdelta/backgrounds/darkercement.png'); background-color: #d3d3d3; width: 435px; border: 5px solid #0b180a;] [STYLE=margin: 10px;] [/style] [STYLE=background-color: #0b180a; margin-left: 2px; margin-right: 2px; text-align: center; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; color: #cecece; letter-spacing: 4px; text-transform: lowercase;]It's empty in the valley of your heart[/style][STYLE= background-color: #f3f3f3; margin: 20px; padding: 10px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #1c2d39; opacity: 0.7; -moz-border-radius: 30px; border-radius: 30px; -webkit-border-radius: 30px; -o-border-radius: 30px; text-align: justify;] Ella wandered shyly onto the stage, shirking back against the wall as a few workers hurried past, calling out to each other. She had seen the stage a dozen times, but it never hit her quite how large it was until she was standing on it all alone. The dark shadows of the industrial grade lights made it seem almost sinister, but Ella knew there were few other places she would rather be. One week they had given her; one week to choose her songs and prepare for the show. Usually when she put on concerts there were no advertisements on the radio or flyers around the city telling people about it. Not that Ella wished there were—no, she wasn’t in it to have her face plastered on every bulletin board along the highway. She figured it would be like that this time, but after what she had been told that afternoon she realized that nothing was as she assumed. She loved the music; she loved the energy of the crowd and the rush of adrenaline as she first stepped onto the stage. Ella sang for peace, so her concerts were usually low key to match her soothing demeanor and her angelic voice. She often left the stage and wandered through the crowd, or else sat on the edge of the stage and pulled people up to sit with her. Her concerts were intimate, filled with hope and meaning and love, but this next concert was going to be much different. There were only two words she could that truly encompassed the way she felt about the upcoming concert, and those words were Amos Darcy. When the rebels described the concert set up to her she had been shocked, not quite understanding how they thought she could ever pull off something so large and so flashy. There were to be thousands of people, costume designers that she would have to see, and worst of all she would not be performing alone. “A-Amos Darcy, you said?” Ella had stuttered, staring at the rebels while wringing the end of her shirt in her hands nervously. They had just smiled at her in that curious way, telling her yes, she would be performing alongside rock star Amos Darcy that Saturday night. As if it wasn’t a big deal, as if it could just be nothing but two professionals putting on a show together. And that was all it was, she told herself firmly as she spun and hurried off the stage. They were both grown adults now and were mature enough to put past relationships behind them. But Ella knew full well that maturity wasn’t one of Amos’s strong suits, and found her heart racing and signs of anxiety starting to grow within her as she headed across the parking lot. They had dated in college, in fact, they had scheduled a practice in one of the music rooms they used to have class in. That was where Ella was heading now; a private duet practice with the boy she hadn’t seen in at least two years. It was almost too ironic to bear; the two of them back together, playing music and practicing in the old room where they had spent so many hours years ago. One might think it would be nice to see an old boyfriend after so much time, but the thought filled Ella with nothing less than sheer terror. It was all she could do to stop herself from running away. But music was her life, and this could be her big shot. Not that she craved fame, but her message of peace had to be heard, and if paring up with Amost Darcy would get that done she would gladly do it. Well, maybe not gladly, but she would try, at least. The room was dark as she pulled open the door and despite herself she let out a sigh of relief—good, he wasn’t there yet. She pulled her messenger bag off her shoulder and tossed it onto the counter, looking around with a small smile. It was almost exactly as it was before, except they had added a new mini grand piano in the corner of the room. She gravitated towards it, touching the gleaming black exterior with familiar confidence. Her family had one just like it at home; it looked almost identical. Her parents had bought it for her fifth birthday, and that very week she had begun learning. It was one of the many things she missed dearly about her old home, a familiar feeling of both longing and bitterness filling her as she sat down and opened the keyboard cover. She almost lost her grip as she saw the inscription carved into a gold plate on the inside of the cover. “A gift from the Sinclair family.” Ella hadn’t realized she had spoken aloud until the last syllable left her lips. Her eyes gazed at the name steadily, and while it felt like her heart was being ripped of her chest, not a single tear fell from her eyes as she slid the cover back down. They had given it away, like an unwanted reminder that they had ever had a daughter. The fact hit her like a train and suddenly she felt a dizziness that had nothing to do with her meeting with her ex boyfriend. This was what the war did; it tore apart things that were never meant to be separated, it tore apart families and lives. Ella had been born into a rich and privileged home, and by all rights should have married and remained in that high class of carelessness. But Ella had cared too much, and while she gained her freedom as an individual she had lost so much by walking away. Amos had dated Ella before her brother had died, before his death drove their little family apart. He didn’t know her as she was now, and Ella realized that he might not even recognize her. Almost without realizing it she stood up and strode over to the window, looking at her glass reflection. She was skinnier, her arms thin and her hair in a constant state of rebellion. The clothes she wore were nothing like the clothes she had owned when she was rich; her capri pants a faded pattern of pinstripes stained with paint. She wore a loose indigo shirt that was at least four sizes too big, tied in a knot at the bottom to keep it from draping past her knees. Her hair was pulled into a messy bun that had drooped off to one side, and her shoes had multiple holes in them. She thought she looked a mess, but her critical eyes didn’t see the perfect white smoothness of her skin or the grace in which she held herself in even these tattered clothes. She wondered faintly what Amos would look like now, but she supposed she would find out. It was colder by the window and she wrapped her arms around herself staring out past her reflection. The silence that had seemed deafening when she had first walked in now seemed peaceful somehow. Slowly she lowered her arms and reached out to crack open the window letting the sound of the rain seep in. [/style][STYLE=background-color: #0b180a; margin-left: 2px; margin-right: 2px; text-align: center; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; color: #cecece; letter-spacing: 4px; text-transform: lowercase;]The sun, it rises slowly as you walk[/style][STYLE=margin: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #1c2d39;] tags - Amos~ lyrics - The Cave by Mumford and Sons notes - Sorry it took so long! [/style]

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