To See Another Day Epilogue
By Kain Servant
Basically that ends the first part of what I've been planning as a four part series (I think.) I consider this installment sort of as an OVA.because I used it to set up the world I wanted to have. But I couldn't have that world and call it a Fanfic.and get people to read it.so I had to write a 29 chapter introduction. :P
Direct any questions about the fic to email: Racc@iolky.com , and I will try to answer them whenever. I would like to thank everyone who supported me while writing this - also I'd like to thank Icy Brian for this awesome site, and all the music, games, books and movies that help fuel my imagination.
About a week ago, while I was thinking about this fic and how I was letting everyone down by not continuing to write it, I heard a song on the radio, one of my favorite songs.but I never thought of it in the context I see it in now. Sometimes I feel so much weight of responsibility on my head, with job and school and friends, I don't know what to do or who to favor, and I think about how much I want to be Zidane or Blank or Kain.or just to leave even a name and just run away, leave everything behind and start myself over again. In a less severe, less-violent way, I feel myself living along the lines of Zidane, drowning in his sorrow. And this is his song. A toast to Zidane - Metallica's Turn the Page:
On a long and lonely highway east of Omaha,
You can listen to the engine, moaning out as one long song,
You can think about the woman, or the girl you knew the night before.
But your thoughts will soon be wandering the way they always do,
When you're riding sixteen hours and there's nothing much to do,
And you don't feel much like travelin', you just wish the trip was through,
But here I am, on the road again,
Here I am, up on the stage,
Here I go, playing the star again,
There I go, turn the page,
You walk into a restaraunt, strung out from the road
And you feel the eyes upon you, as you're shaking off the cold
You pretend it doesn't bother you, but you just want to explode
Sometimes you can here 'em talk, other times you can't
All the same 'ole cliches: is that a woman or a man?
And you always seem outnumbered, you dare not make a stand
Out there in the spotlight, your a million miles away
Every ounce of energy, you try to give away
And the sweat pours from your body, like the music that you play
Later in the evening, as you lie awake in bed
Echos of the amplifiers, ringin' in your head
As you smoke the days last cigarette, remembering what she said.
What she said.
Here I am, on the road again,
There I am, up on the stage
Here I go, playing the star again,
There I go, turn the page.
Thank you.