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justprompts :: Miley Cyrus - The Climb

Sometimes she felt like this city hated her.

Back in Reefside, she had a fanbase. It was small, and pretty much limited to her classmates and anyone who frequented Cyberspace. She missed that internet cafe, Hayley's smiling face behind the counter, the times Tori would drive from Blue Bay Harbor just to hear her play. In New York, nobody seemed to care about Kira Ford. When she was on stage, she was singing to air, strumming her guitar to the tune of billiard balls and Samuel Adams. If anyone even looked at her, she never saw them.

Tonight didn't seem any different. It was open mic at one of her frequent visits and the same old thing. She picked a song and everyone ignored her.

I see that you wanna get lost inside me
Too many words
People say too many things
They take you away
Whether you wanna go
Let it all sadden
Drown your tears in my pettled hair

They're just words
So talk to me
I promise no one else will hear
They're just words
It won't hurt me
So if you wanna say something
Just say it, say it to me

Whisper to me in the voice
The one that's only heard by me
Tell me all the things you only told me in your dreams
Whatever you say
I won't leave
I won't judge you for what you believe
Be it good or bad
It's all the same to me

They're just words
So talk to me
I promise no one else will hear
They're just words
It won't hurt me
So if you wanna say something
Just say it, say it to me

So baby just scream and shout
Anything to get it out
Maybe even throw things
Hurt my feelings
Zip it up, said enough
But you know it's not enough
Don't you know by now
Forgiveness, it's a steal
They're just words

They're just words
So talk to me
I promise no one else will hear
They're just words
It won't hurt me
So if you wanna say something
Just say it, say it to me

Say it to me

When she was done, she thanked her nonexistent audience and went to the bar for a drink. It wouldn't always be this way, she told herself. She just had to keep pushing through her lameass waitress job and take every opportunity that came her way. Eventually, somebody had to notice her.

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Dean was sitting at the bar, drowning his sorrows in a beer. Well, his third one, actually. He had a lot of sorrows to drown.

Ruby had gone off to find the Impala, and meanwhile Dean had hopped a Greyhound to NYC. It would be harder to track him in an area as filled with people as it was here, which is what Dean needed.

When the singer sat down next to him, Dean lifted his head. "Give her a drink on my tab," he told the guy, then flashed her a quick smile before going back to his beer.

Kira quirked an eyebrow at his offer. Good-looking though slightly drunk guy buying her a beer.

She grinned a little. Can't argue with that. "Don't tell me you were actually listening."

"Not really my style of music, but you've got a nice voice." And rack. And well, just about everything was nice. But Dean wasn't that drunk to go revealing all that.

"Way better than some people I've heard at an open mic night, that's for sure."

"Glad you enjoyed your leafy water," she said as she took her beer. Tea, leafy water...hopefully he'd get the reference.

Dean just gave her a strange look. Nope, didn't get it at all.

Right. Explanation time. "One person's cup of tea is another's leafy water?"

"Ah." He nodded. He got it now.

She grinned and took a drink before getting a good look at him. Yes, checking him out, but also trying to figure him out. "Let me guess...classic rock? You look like classic rock."

He smiled a bit at that, his dimples showing. "That obvious, huh?"

Kira thought those dimples were adorable and she couldn't help but smile back. "Music's my life. I'm pretty good at guessing that sort of thing."

"Not often I meet a chick who knows her tunes," Dean looked at her. "Now you? You look like a folk pop with a bit of trendy thrown in, but only if the words are good. Am I right?"

She laughed a little at that. "I listen to a lot of stuff, but yeah, you're pretty dead on. Especially about lyrics."

"You know people's music. I just know people." He grinned and took a sip of his beer.

"I'm Dean, by the way."

"Kira."

She took a drink of her own beer without taking her eyes off him. "So what brings you to NYC? I mean, I haven't seen you in here before. Figured you haven't been here for long."

"Business Trip."

He turned to face her a bit more, looking over the crowd a bit before focusing on her. "So... Kira... why did you choose this place to play in? Kinda low standards for someone with your talent I'd think."

She pressed her lips together for a second, turning a bit more towards him, too. "I think you're one of the few people who thinks so. I mean, I've been here a few years now, playing wherever I can, and all I have to show for it is a kitty litter jingle."

"Some starts play crapholes for half their lives. It's all about timing, really. Getting that one gig that the one person is at..."

"So far, my timing bites." She gave him a small little smirk. "At least when it comes to music." Oh yeah, she was hitting on him.

"That so?" He recognized that and it made him pay just that mush more attention to her. "Is it just your timing that bites?"

"Wouldn't you like to know."

His eyebrows lifted quickly, followed by a bright smile. "Well, maybe I just might want to know."

She chucked to herself before taking another drink. "We'll see." She wasn't an easy girl, not by a long shot, but she was open minded. Kira was willing to go there if the urge was strong enough. Right now, she would just sit and talk with him while she finished her beer.

He shrugged. He could work with a we'll see. He nodded to the bartender to refill his drink.

"So how long you've lived here?"

She thought for a second on that one. Not like she was exactly counting. "About five years now. Moved here from California."

"California, huh? I've been there a few times. It's... interesting."

justprompts :: Miley Cyrus - The Climb

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