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Right Here In My Arms	By : LittleMissDisaster Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > HIM Views: 1841 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of HIM. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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~*~Right Here in My Arms lrics by HIM~*~

Ville paced the length of the box, one hand on the wall so he wouldn’t fall in the dark, smoking furiously. There were exactly forty two steps from one end to the other. Roxanne had told them that Jean Claude was leaving that night.
The entire band was full of nervous energy. As Ville paced, Gas tapped out frantic beats on the floor with his drumsticks. They had banished him from the drums. Lily tuned a guitar, then down tuned it, retuned it, tuned it up, and tuned it again, using nothing but the lights on the tuner to guide him. Burton folded pieces of paper until they were creased, rumpled and soft as cloth. Migé sat with his back to the wall, out of Ville’s way, counting steps in his head. There had been no word on exactly when he was supposed to leave.
They all looked up when the lights came on, “Hello my pets. I stopped by for quick song or two.”
Sighing, the band took their positions, Ville pausing to put out his cigarette out. He heard Roxanne’s familiar knock on the wall and smiled slightly. They had been working on a new song and he wanted her to hear it.
He grabbed the mike stand and began counting time with his foot while Lily started the guitar riff. He inhaled deeply and looked out at the glass “She is smiling like Heaven’s down on earth. And sun is shining so bright on her. And all her wishes are finally come true. And her heart is weeping cuz happiness is killing her. It’s crushing her.” He ran around the small box, as if her were actually performing on stage, “She’ll be right here in my arms, so in love. She’ll be right here in these arms, she can’t let go. She’ll be right here in my arms, so in love. She’ll be right here in these arms, she can’t let go.” he laughed as the rest of the band took heart and started to play like they meant it, “So hard she’s trying but her heart wont turn to stone, oh no. And she keeps on crying cuz I won’t leave her alone. She’ll never be alone. She’ll be right here in my arms, so in love. She’ll be right here in these arms, she can’t let go. She’ll be right here in my arms, so in love. She’ll be right here in these arms, she can’t let go.” Now he hammed it up for Roxanne, on the outside, dong a goofy sexy dance, and he fancied he heard her giggle, “She’ll be right here in my arms, so in love. She’ll be right here in these arms, she can’t let go. She’ll be right here in my arms, so in love. She’ll be right here in these arms, she can’t let go. She’ll be right here in my arms, so in love. She’ll be right here in these arms, she can’t let go. She’ll be right here in my arms, so in love. She’ll be right here in these arms, she can’t let go.”
Suddenly the lights went out and they were left in darkness, panting and grinning.
Ville collapsed on the floor, “You know mates, I wondered if we were going to be able to ever play again. What do you think?”
“What the hell else are we supposed to? Get real jobs?” Migé said, stretching out next to Ville.
Ville grinned, “I think that we have to record that song. It would sound good with some backing vocals and maybe some neat little echoey things.”
“We definitely have to record that ‘Razorblade Kiss’ song.” Burton said from somewhere to the left of them.
“I like it.” Gas put in, “It’s more metal than most of what we write.”
Ville grinned to himself. Over the last two weeks, they had started writing songs again. The pall of despair had left the box. They were laughing more, talking more, eating more. They looked healthier and they were finally returning to their old selves.
All five of them had simultaneous heart attacks when the lights flashed on and Roxanne knocked at the glass, “His plane is in the air, let’s go!”
They scrambled to put on their shoes, looking up expectantly.
“Move the drum kit!” she yelled down from the ceiling.
Gas quickly shoved the drums to the side, knocking some of it over, wincing at the loud noise the crash symbol made.
A ladder was lowered, “Come on, but be careful and don’t hit the lights. They get hot.”
Lily went up first, followed by Burton, Gas, Migé, and Ville went last. Hey sat on top of the box, looking around for a second. The room containing the box was large and empty. There were some exposed beams and cobwebs. A large circuit breaker box against the wall was what controlled the lights.
They hopped down off the box. The first thing Ville thought was how much he would love to run around the room. He giggled at the absurd thought, waving off the concerned looks of his companions.
“Come on. The faster we get out of here, the better.” Roxanne urged them on, leading them to the door.
“What about the guards?” Ville asked, enjoying the feeling of walking somewhere new, up stairs.
“Don’t worry about them.” She looked away quickly.
Ville didn’t ask. They followed her along a long tunnel, then up a bigger flight of stairs and out a door into a grand room. It was decorated in antique Louis XIV furniture, all heavy wood and heavy fabrics. The band was surprised that the little trek had winded them and they needed to rest a minute.
“Don’t worry about it.” Roxanne reassured them as they sat, “You haven’t gotten much exercise in the last few months.” She grinned at Ville, “That was a lovely dance.”
He grinned back, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Alright.” She rolled her eyes and looked at the other men, “Are you ready?”
They stood and nodded enthusiastically.
“Well follow me.” They went out of the room and down a hall, decorated in the same style, then into a large foyer that continued the theme, “I’ve always hated his taste.” Roxanne muttered.
“It’s so oppressive.” Lily said quietly, looking around.
“Hang on.” She stopped in front of a table that seemed to serve no purpose except to hold up a very ugly urn. Slowly, she pushed it until it fell off the table and shattered on the floor, “Okay. We can go now.” She unlocked the four locks on the front door and let the band outside.
It was a crystal clear night with a slight breeze coming off the ocean. And they were on the ocean. The house stood alone on a massive cliff that led right to the sea. There was a tang of salt on the air, and they could hear the sound of the waves hitting the rock below.
Ville fell straight back into the grass and drank it all in. he stared at the stars until his eyes started to water, ignoring his band mates whooping and hollering, running up and down the hillside. Nothing in the world was more beautiful than that moment, the sound of the waves, the breeze fluttering his hair, the stars winking in and out.
“We really should be going guys.” Roxanne looked around nervously, as if she expected Jean Claude to come out from behind every bush and tree.
“Where are we anyway?” Ville asked, sitting up and lighting a cigarette.
“Italy.” She said, getting behind the wheel of a car, “Come on. We need to get out of here.”
Reluctantly, the band piled in the car, but pressed their faces to the window as they drove, afraid to lose sight of the outside for even a second.
Eventually, they came to the airport. Roxanne went with them to the ticket counter and purchased five tickets for Helsinki, Finland.
“You’re not coming with us?” Ville asked Roxanne before heading to the point of no return.
She shook her head, “I have a few things to take care of here before he finds out that you’re gone and I’ve left him.”
“Promise me you’ll come up once you’ve done that?”
“Alright.” She said, nudging him toward the line where the rest of the band was waiting. She handed him her credit card and a wad of cash, “Hurry up. You don’t want to miss your flight.”
He took what she offered and went to join his band as they chattered excitedly about what they were going to do when they got home. Ville looked back to say a last good bye, but Roxanne was nowhere to be seen. Instead he went to the payphone by the gate and swiped her credit card. He made two phone calls. One brief one to his mother, and one slightly longer one, “Bammie?”
“Yeah,” there was a pause, “Ville!?!”
“Hi.” His friend’s voice made him smile.
“Where the fuck have you been?”
“You won’t believe this…”

~*~ahh! it's over, at last! thanks so much for reading. so, what did you think? tell me please!! there might be a sequal in this......~*~md
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