Blood on the Dance Floor fan-fiction

En lille fan-fiction skrevet ud fra en drøm jeg havde for et års tid siden.
Laura er en pige omkring de 16-17 år som får muligheden for at møde sine største idoler, men der var dog en pris at betale. Laura er biseksuel og dater en pige ved navn Andy. De deler mange interesser, bland andet yndlingsbandet Blood on the Dance Floor. Da Andy bliver syg med lungekræft gør Laura hvad hun kan for at få bandet til Danmark.


1. Prolog

We were listening to music on her IPod, in the train on the way to the hospital. It was her favourite band Blood on the Dance Floor. Actually they were my favourite band too. Again she began to cough and I held a napkin to her mouth. She stopped and smiled faintly at me. She was all white in the face. When I looked down at the napkin in my hand it was all red and slimy. We had ditched school that day only to go shopping on the first day of summer sale, when suddenly she felt sick and started coughing blood. We were both so chocked and scared. Then a kind woman on the street told us to go see a doctor. I threw out the napkin and put my earphone in the ear. A cold and hard feeling like stone was in my stomach. We heard one of my favourite songs Crunk Man  still by Blood on the Dance Floor. We rocked a little back and forth to the rhythm. “I really hope that they’ll come to Denmark once... Just once! I would really love to meet them – especially Jayy!” she said with dreamy eyes. I smiled absently; I imagined meeting Jayy and Dahvie. Many of my friends wrote to them, asking if they would come to Denmark, but they said that they needed a bigger crowd. God, Jayy was just so gorgeous. I sighed and was back on the train with my girlfriend – yes, I am bisexual. We had first met each other last summer, on the beach in Roskilde. It was a beautiful summer night and her friends had a beach party. We got drunk and started kissing, after that we were best friends for a few months and then we just decided that we wanted to be more than that. She started coughing again and this time I was too late with the napkin. She had blood on her hands and her new skinny fit aqua blue jeans. Tears filled my eyes, what was wrong with her? I did my best to fight them off – I had to be strong in front of her. For a long time I just stared at her, watching all her movements. I smiled as she mimicked the words from the song. A quality I had always loved. Her hair was black and long like min, but she had blue highlights and I had pink. She wore the t-shirt I just bought for her birthday. It was a Blood on the Dance Floor band tee – obviously! It actually fit her nicely.

Finally we were at end station and called a cap. By the way: my name is Laura and my girlfriends name is Andie. Andie began to look paler and paler. I paid the taxi-driver and we went inside the hospital. As soon as we got to the counter Andie started coughing again. This time I also forgot the napkin and there were blood all over the white counter. The nurse looked at us with big frightened eyes and pulled the emergency string. Suddenly everything was in a blur. They took her away from me and left me, sitting in a waiting room, frightened and alone. Time passed by and I was listening my Blood on the Dance Floor playlist through for the 2nd time, not hearing anything. I was so frightened and I kept remembering the nurse’s face when Andie had coughed. Then a nurse came out. “I’m afraid that I’ve got bad news... We need to call Ms. Andies parents.” She said with pitiful eyes. I stared at her for a moment, waiting for her to continue, but she didn’t. “Uhm... Wh... What is wrong with her?” I asked. “Ms. Andie has a lung cancer. We need to call her parents,” she said and my world just collapsed. I just stared up at the nurse’s face, blankly, and I started to tremble. It felt like my whole world was shaking. The nurse tried to calm me and when I got calm enough I wrote Andie’s mothers number on a piece of paper. Then my eyes filled with tears.

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