i-Tunes challenge
Rating: PG-13
Pairing:andy/miranda miranda/oc
Disclaimer: nope, none them are mine.
A/N:I decided to enter kitnkabootle challenge. Never entered a challenge before, so I hope you like it.
Not an addict - K’s choice
It hurts, but she needs it. There’s no other way to live her life, not after she left, not after Andrea walked away from her, heading for the fountain, heading for a life of her own, leaving Miranda behind. She sought out a way to make her forget her pain. Then she found it. And even now, two years later, she is still doing it.
She puts the needle in her arm, it hurts, but how she needs it. She tried it all, but only this works, because it involves pain, a way to punish herself from having let Andrea walk away. She needs it, but she knows she is falling deeper and deeper. No one to rescue her, but the girl that left her.
When the drugs enter her veins, Miranda finally relaxes. No, she is not addicted to this, this is just a habit, she not an addict, at least not to this. She is addicted to something she will never have, addicted to the girl that walked away, addicted and in need for Andrea.
So what - p!nk
Stephen left her and her girls, but what the hell. She never loved him anyway. They only fought and never agreed on anything. And anyway, Stephen can’t touch her or her money. The pre-nup is ironclad. There’s now way he can break that.
Finally she is free of that odious man. That man who tried to control her, her, Miranda Priestly, was he nuts? He really was an idiot. He won’t bug her anymore. And maybe the press will hunt her for a week or so, but so what.
She is Miranda Priesty, Editor in Chief of Runway. No one can touch her, no one can break her.
Sinking back in her couch, Miranda smiles. She is alright, she’s free and she sure as hell doesn’t need a man to help her.
Rock Around The Clock - Bill Haley and his comets
Andy was nearly tripping over her own feet, because the rhythm of the music was fast, but she didn’t care. The only that thing that mattered right now, was Miranda who was having the time of her life. She dragged Miranda to a club where they only listened to the old rock songs, like Bill Haley and Elvis Presley.
At first Miranda seemed a bit hesitant, but when she got used to the atmosphere, she let loose. Who could have guessed Miranda Priestly could rock ‘n roll?
Twelve hours later, completely exhausted, Andy exited the club with a laughing Miranda. They certainly did it. They rocked around the clock and you can bet on it they will do it again tomorrow.
Big Spender - Shirley Bassey
The second the woman entered the room Andy knew she was wealthy and powerful. There was something about her posture, her white hair that betrayed her. It was a second later that Andy knew she wanted to please this woman, she had to. Her customers were usually men, but for that woman she would make an exception.
But she wouldn’t do it for nothing. Oh no, this was still her job, she still had to make a living and judging by the clothes of this mysterious white-haired woman, she could make Andy’s life a lot easier.
One of the cheaper girls tried to talk to this woman, but with one glare she was silenced. Then Andy got up and cleared her throat. Very slowly the woman’s head turned and her blue eyes pierced through Andy’s body and Andy knew she had her in the bag.
Margherita - Marco Borsato
I hear a voice in the distance; I know it from our fights. I can hear the cold sounds from your restrained anger. I a veil of sadness I hear you want to give up everything and take everything that is dear to me in this life and I listen how your words disappear in the sentences that destroy me with an enormous power.
This coldness drives me insane and this feeling is frightening, but your words keep on rolling. Miranda, why didn’t you tell me before that you have become so estranged from me? Why did you speak of love, if you never loved me?
I feel my tears welling up and I want nothing more than to rest my head in your hands, but everything that seemed save an hour ago, has turned out to be a lie and nothing more than a house made out of cards.
It’s like somebody else has taken over your body and I didn’t even notice that that person has sneaked in to erase your love me. Why does nobody wake me up and says: ‘Andy it was all a dream.’?