[Track 04] ♪ Nothing on You ♪
Warnings: None at all! Though there are slight, blink-and-you'll-miss-it spoilers for the series finale.
Effects: LOVE, LOVE, LOVE! Anyone who views this dream will instantly just swell up with the most butterflies-in-tummy, toe-curling kinda love possible! They will be instantly drawn to think about their own significant other.
"It's just one song, Charlie Boy. One bloody song."
The dream opens up in the glamorous backstage of some gigantic and obviously important venue. Though there are faceless stagehands running off in all directions attempting to finish their errands before the show, Charlie Pace is leaning casually into his brightly lit makeup mirror, muttering distractedly to himself in a useless effort to conjure up a bit of courage.
To those who know and work with the man in Somarium currently, his appearance in the dream may inspire some shock. Gone is the long blondish hair that has always hung so wildly in front of his eyes. It has now been sheared off almost completely, leaving the young man with a much different looking buzz cut. There is a thick layer of eyeliner around his blue eyes and the black nail polish on his short fingernails is chipped but still visible. The tattoo he hides under his work clothes now in the dream city is instead proudly displayed on his bare shoulder.
Gazing at his own twitchy reflection, the Brit finally releases a defeated sigh. This just isn't working. "Why am I so sodding nervous?"
But before he has time to reflect on the cause of his own anxiety, the concert has already begun. An unfamiliar bass guitar is thrust into his arms and he is shoved out onto the colorful stage with his brother and his fellow bandmates.
Standing there in front of the crowd, his black-lined eyes flick to Liam briefly before he expertly shifts the instrument in his hands in preparation to play. The first note of the song cuts through the auditorium's dead silence, but it is the only note that anyone will hear that night.
The moment Charlie's eyes turn towards the eager audience, the man is quite abruptly memorized. His grip slackens, his mouth goes agape.
His world crumbles.
There is only her, the attractive, blonde woman with the giant swell of a pregnant belly. She's standing in front of him now, touching tiny and delicate hands to his face.
And her smile is completely captivating.
"Charlie," she speaks cheerfully, her heavy accent transforming his name into the sweetest sounding word he's ever heard.
When he finally finds the will to breath again, he manages out a soft reply, his eyes still frozen on hers. "You know me?"
The woman laughs gloriously. "Of course I know you, Mr. Pace. I've been waiting to see you again." She moves a hand to rest lovingly on top of her belly, over her child. She corrects herself. "We've been waiting for you."
The realization hits him as fast as lightning, the memories of a previous life he never lived flooding into his head. "Claire," he chokes out emotionally, but before he can continue, she's already silenced him with a soft shush.
It is only then, when his much larger hand rests atop of hers over the baby that he notices the tears threatening to spill from her blue eyes. Still, she is smiling before the dream fades completely and all he can hear is her voice.
"Thank you."
Effects: LOVE, LOVE, LOVE! Anyone who views this dream will instantly just swell up with the most butterflies-in-tummy, toe-curling kinda love possible! They will be instantly drawn to think about their own significant other.
"It's just one song, Charlie Boy. One bloody song."
The dream opens up in the glamorous backstage of some gigantic and obviously important venue. Though there are faceless stagehands running off in all directions attempting to finish their errands before the show, Charlie Pace is leaning casually into his brightly lit makeup mirror, muttering distractedly to himself in a useless effort to conjure up a bit of courage.
To those who know and work with the man in Somarium currently, his appearance in the dream may inspire some shock. Gone is the long blondish hair that has always hung so wildly in front of his eyes. It has now been sheared off almost completely, leaving the young man with a much different looking buzz cut. There is a thick layer of eyeliner around his blue eyes and the black nail polish on his short fingernails is chipped but still visible. The tattoo he hides under his work clothes now in the dream city is instead proudly displayed on his bare shoulder.
Gazing at his own twitchy reflection, the Brit finally releases a defeated sigh. This just isn't working. "Why am I so sodding nervous?"
But before he has time to reflect on the cause of his own anxiety, the concert has already begun. An unfamiliar bass guitar is thrust into his arms and he is shoved out onto the colorful stage with his brother and his fellow bandmates.
Standing there in front of the crowd, his black-lined eyes flick to Liam briefly before he expertly shifts the instrument in his hands in preparation to play. The first note of the song cuts through the auditorium's dead silence, but it is the only note that anyone will hear that night.
The moment Charlie's eyes turn towards the eager audience, the man is quite abruptly memorized. His grip slackens, his mouth goes agape.
His world crumbles.
There is only her, the attractive, blonde woman with the giant swell of a pregnant belly. She's standing in front of him now, touching tiny and delicate hands to his face.
And her smile is completely captivating.
"Charlie," she speaks cheerfully, her heavy accent transforming his name into the sweetest sounding word he's ever heard.
When he finally finds the will to breath again, he manages out a soft reply, his eyes still frozen on hers. "You know me?"
The woman laughs gloriously. "Of course I know you, Mr. Pace. I've been waiting to see you again." She moves a hand to rest lovingly on top of her belly, over her child. She corrects herself. "We've been waiting for you."
The realization hits him as fast as lightning, the memories of a previous life he never lived flooding into his head. "Claire," he chokes out emotionally, but before he can continue, she's already silenced him with a soft shush.
It is only then, when his much larger hand rests atop of hers over the baby that he notices the tears threatening to spill from her blue eyes. Still, she is smiling before the dream fades completely and all he can hear is her voice.
"Thank you."