[Kate Austen]

Die Charaktere triffst du meiner Meinung nach nicht und klitzekleines bisschen, du triffst sie total toll!! Besonders Christina, aber auch Izzie

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Gunniiiiii !!

Scheen, dass du dir die Mühe gemacht und alles nachgelesen hast <3

Meine erste englische FF übrigends. War vorher zu faul eine anzufangen^^ Hier hat die neugier gesiegt

I'm proud. I'm like a proud mama.

Und wegen dem fantastiggerischem FB gibt's jetzt das nächste Update .

I hope you'll like it.

Meredith’s dress

Meredith, Izzie, Addison and Cristina finally arrived at the Santa Monica Civic Auditorium at 8:00. George had wanted to accompany them as well but he had received a last-minute assignment from his agency so he would join them later in the evening.
Somehow they managed to rush over the Red Carpet in record time and once inside the building they were given an enthusiastic reception by a small… chubby… almost bald-headed man, probably in his late fifties.

“Aah, Ms Grey, what a pleasure, what a pleasure!” he squeaked in an unnatural high voice, and reached for her hand. “Allow me to introduce myself… Stu Davis… organizer of the concert… Mr Shepherd asked me to show you your seats personally… Very bounteous donator, Mr Shepherd…” He did something that almost looked like a bow and did a welcoming gesture. “If you’d like to follow me, Ms Grey, and your friends, of course, of course…” He started to scurry towards the hall and at last stopped at a table right in front of the stage. “I hope we will be able to give you full satisfaction, Ms Grey.”

“I’m sure you will.” Meredith gave him an adorable smile. “Thank you very much, Mr Davis.”

His ears turned scarlet which looked pretty comical together with his half-bald head. “Please, call me Stu. Just Stu.”

“Alright, Stu. Thanks anyway.” They shook hands and Stu again did that almost bowing thing.

“You are welcome, Ms Grey.” he squeaked. “Enjoy the evening, ladies.” Saying this, he joyfully scampered away.

Song playing “Move Along” by The All American Rejects

Go ahead as you waste your days with thinking
When you fall everyone sins
Another day and you've had your fill of sinking
With the life held in your
Hands are shaking cold
These hands are meant to hold

They sat down at the table… listening to the various speeches and performances on the stage in front of them. Meredith slightly swayed her head to the music. She really enjoyed her time and as it seemed… so did the others. Izzie and Addison were singing along the lyrics, at the top of their lungs, while Cristina drummed her fingers to the rhythm on the table.

Speak to me, when all you got to keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along just to make it through
Move along
Move along

She has not felt that light-hearted for a very long time. Not since Gary… Well, she actually couldn’t remember that she had felt that way in the last weeks of their relationship, either. She had already been pretty worn out before she’d realized he’d cheated on her…

So a day when you've lost yourself completely
Could be a night when your life ends
Such a heart that will lead you to deceiving
All the pain held in your
Hands are shaking cold
Your hands are mine to hold

Cheated. Meredith waited for the familiar feeling of nausea to take possession of her… waited for her eyes to fill with tears… waited for the salty taste when the tears would reach her lips… but nothing happened. A smile flashed over her face…

Speak to me, when all you got to keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along just to make it through
Move along
(Go on, go on, go on, go on)

When everything is wrong we move along
(Go on, go on, go on, go on)
When everything is wrong, we move along
Along, along, along

She would move along. She felt it was right. It would still take her a while to recover completely… but she would move along… step by step… She would do baby steps… but she would move along at last.

When all you got to keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along just to make it through
[x3]

She caught herself peering around for Derek. He was probably still backstage. She consulted her watch… 8:53… it couldn’t take long anymore. She imagined him standing somewhere behind the stage… excited… adrenaline shooting through his veins… waiting for the moderator to announce them.
Meredith ignored the strengthening bump bump, bump bump, bump bump of her heart and took a sip of her champagne…

Baby steps, she thought.

Move along
(Go on, go on, go on, go on)
Right back what is wrong
We move along

When the last sound of the song faded away, amid the applause of the crowd, the band bowed their thanks and eventually withdrew behind the curtain. The moderator, a quite young, blond man in a brown suit, stepped on the stage, turning towards the audience.

“Ladies and Gentlemen… well… especially the ladies I might say… sorry but there will be no time for recovering… please welcome our next guests for tonight…” By saying that, he vanished and let the band enter the stage.