Post by CelticLass91 on Sept 6, 2010 18:31:53 GMT -5
I came up with the idea while mowing again.... lol
Damian looked out the car window as he tried to pass the time until he would perform at the local concert hall that night and sighed. Even though he was in Rome, performing in front of thousands of people, to him it was just another lonely summer day. And he wanted to go home. Driving through the city streets and seeing the sights should have brought him some measure of happiness but it didn’t and so he turned the car around and headed back to the hotel, resigning himself to waiting out the day in his room.
That night Damian pasted on his signature smile for his fans and gave them a wave; letting the clapping, cheering, and camera flashes wash over him as he walked across the stage. Taking his place he held his microphone and began to sing……
As the night wore on Damian found it harder to keep smiling and when he finished the last song he couldn’t escape the stage fast enough. With a final wave he headed back stage confused by why he felt that way. He shrugged past the stage hands that congratulated him on another great concert, feeling slightly guilty for ignoring them but his other thoughts over powered his guilt and kept him walking until he found a quite room away from the noise. He turned and sagged against the closed door until he felt the floor beneath him.
“Why do I feel this way? Why do I feel all alone when surrounded by all my fans?” He sighed, Sitting in here was not helping him solve his problems or his questions. He picked himself off the floor and headed back out to help load the trucks, his last thoughts drifting to thoughts of Ireland; his home and a particular friend he left behind…..
Hours later Damian sat on his hotel bed with a stack of letters; unopened in front of him. Picking each one up at a time he looked them over.
“I kept the letters I wrote to you. Each one is only a line or two. ‘I’m doing fine baby, how are you?’ Just simple words.” He spoke out loud though no one was around to hear. “I’d send them to you but I know its just isn’t enough. My letters are cold and flat- you deserve more then that.” He stacked the letters once again and stashed them into a bag before getting up to stare out the window….
Another airplane. Damian used to like boarding the different planes and checking out the cool differences in them but now it held no interest. Even the next stop; another sunny place he couldn’t even remember the name to could not hold his interest. Damian gave a sideways glance at his boss. The guy who told him what to do and who had begun to take more liberty in song choice then he was really supposed to have. And Damian didn’t care, he may not have known why it didn’t bother him last week but now he knew why. Caddie.
“Hey Patrick, Is there anyway we can reschedule one of the shows? I have-I have been doing some thinking and I really wanted to go home for a visit. I haven’t been home in two years and-” Damian jumped back from the harshness in Patrick’s answering voice.
“Of course not! You think we can just reschedule because of a whim? You are the most sought after solo artist the past two years! Do you really think I’m going to let you go home? You ungrateful-” the last few words of Patrick’s sentence was drowned out by Damian’s protest.
“Listen Patrick, I know it would be a pain to reschedule, and I am grateful but I want to go home. I need to go home. Let me go home, Patrick.” Damian was feeling slightly desperate with his last request but the look on Patrick’s face was disheartening; He wasn’t listening. .
Damian stood up, leaving his boss alone in the isle and went to find his own seat where he could be alone. He sat while looking around him. He didn’t know why he was being secretive, he was just writing a letter but he snuck a blank sheet of paper out of the bag he had brought with him and began to write.
“Hey Caddie, um, I don’t know really what to say.” He frowned and crumbled the paper. That wasn’t how he wanted the letter to a friend he hasn’t talked to in two years to start. He pulled out a new sheet and began again.
“Caddie. How are you? I hope you’re good…..I’ve missed you. More then you know! Its been crazy around here. Patrick, my boss, has set up a whole bunch more concerts…I’m not to sure I’m happy about that. I’m really missing home! Its been TWO YEARS, can you believe it? I never thought when I accepted the offer I would be touring all over creation.. I’m not even sure where I’m going right now. I just know I’m on a plane somewhere up in the blue. But I do know that-that it’s to far away from you. And that I want to come home..
Right now I’m not really happy with my job. There I said it. Lately I feel like I have been living somebody else’s life for them. Like I’m standing on the out side looking in. (cliché, I know) But just when my job couldn’t get any better I‘m unhappy.
Just wanted you to know I understand why you couldn‘t come with me. This was my dream not yours. You will never know how much it meant to me when I heard you tell me ‘I believe in you, Damian. Now go sing their socks off!“ : )
While I have been gone I hope you have stayed happy with your dance studio, Caddie.”
Damian signed the date just under her name and folded the letter, putting it in his pocket. He didn’t plan on sending the letter, some day maybe, but not now. He would keep the letter close and write to her when he got the chance, adding more paper if need be. It was as close to home as he could get now it seamed. He sighed and leaned back in his chair trying to catch some sleep before his next show.
(A/N)Okay, Thats all I got for now...but I'm working on the next part!
This story takes place several years later after Celtic Thunder has split up and the lads are doing their own thing.- I truly hope you like this story!
I’m Coming Home
Damian looked out the car window as he tried to pass the time until he would perform at the local concert hall that night and sighed. Even though he was in Rome, performing in front of thousands of people, to him it was just another lonely summer day. And he wanted to go home. Driving through the city streets and seeing the sights should have brought him some measure of happiness but it didn’t and so he turned the car around and headed back to the hotel, resigning himself to waiting out the day in his room.
That night Damian pasted on his signature smile for his fans and gave them a wave; letting the clapping, cheering, and camera flashes wash over him as he walked across the stage. Taking his place he held his microphone and began to sing……
As the night wore on Damian found it harder to keep smiling and when he finished the last song he couldn’t escape the stage fast enough. With a final wave he headed back stage confused by why he felt that way. He shrugged past the stage hands that congratulated him on another great concert, feeling slightly guilty for ignoring them but his other thoughts over powered his guilt and kept him walking until he found a quite room away from the noise. He turned and sagged against the closed door until he felt the floor beneath him.
“Why do I feel this way? Why do I feel all alone when surrounded by all my fans?” He sighed, Sitting in here was not helping him solve his problems or his questions. He picked himself off the floor and headed back out to help load the trucks, his last thoughts drifting to thoughts of Ireland; his home and a particular friend he left behind…..
Hours later Damian sat on his hotel bed with a stack of letters; unopened in front of him. Picking each one up at a time he looked them over.
“I kept the letters I wrote to you. Each one is only a line or two. ‘I’m doing fine baby, how are you?’ Just simple words.” He spoke out loud though no one was around to hear. “I’d send them to you but I know its just isn’t enough. My letters are cold and flat- you deserve more then that.” He stacked the letters once again and stashed them into a bag before getting up to stare out the window….
Another airplane. Damian used to like boarding the different planes and checking out the cool differences in them but now it held no interest. Even the next stop; another sunny place he couldn’t even remember the name to could not hold his interest. Damian gave a sideways glance at his boss. The guy who told him what to do and who had begun to take more liberty in song choice then he was really supposed to have. And Damian didn’t care, he may not have known why it didn’t bother him last week but now he knew why. Caddie.
“Hey Patrick, Is there anyway we can reschedule one of the shows? I have-I have been doing some thinking and I really wanted to go home for a visit. I haven’t been home in two years and-” Damian jumped back from the harshness in Patrick’s answering voice.
“Of course not! You think we can just reschedule because of a whim? You are the most sought after solo artist the past two years! Do you really think I’m going to let you go home? You ungrateful-” the last few words of Patrick’s sentence was drowned out by Damian’s protest.
“Listen Patrick, I know it would be a pain to reschedule, and I am grateful but I want to go home. I need to go home. Let me go home, Patrick.” Damian was feeling slightly desperate with his last request but the look on Patrick’s face was disheartening; He wasn’t listening. .
Damian stood up, leaving his boss alone in the isle and went to find his own seat where he could be alone. He sat while looking around him. He didn’t know why he was being secretive, he was just writing a letter but he snuck a blank sheet of paper out of the bag he had brought with him and began to write.
“Hey Caddie, um, I don’t know really what to say.” He frowned and crumbled the paper. That wasn’t how he wanted the letter to a friend he hasn’t talked to in two years to start. He pulled out a new sheet and began again.
“Caddie. How are you? I hope you’re good…..I’ve missed you. More then you know! Its been crazy around here. Patrick, my boss, has set up a whole bunch more concerts…I’m not to sure I’m happy about that. I’m really missing home! Its been TWO YEARS, can you believe it? I never thought when I accepted the offer I would be touring all over creation.. I’m not even sure where I’m going right now. I just know I’m on a plane somewhere up in the blue. But I do know that-that it’s to far away from you. And that I want to come home..
Right now I’m not really happy with my job. There I said it. Lately I feel like I have been living somebody else’s life for them. Like I’m standing on the out side looking in. (cliché, I know) But just when my job couldn’t get any better I‘m unhappy.
Just wanted you to know I understand why you couldn‘t come with me. This was my dream not yours. You will never know how much it meant to me when I heard you tell me ‘I believe in you, Damian. Now go sing their socks off!“ : )
While I have been gone I hope you have stayed happy with your dance studio, Caddie.”
Damian signed the date just under her name and folded the letter, putting it in his pocket. He didn’t plan on sending the letter, some day maybe, but not now. He would keep the letter close and write to her when he got the chance, adding more paper if need be. It was as close to home as he could get now it seamed. He sighed and leaned back in his chair trying to catch some sleep before his next show.
(A/N)Okay, Thats all I got for now...but I'm working on the next part!