Unknown Passions: Fan Fiction
Miss Understood Chapter 1
A long long time ago I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile
And I knew that if I had my chance
I could make those people dance
And maybe they'd be happy for a while
Did you write the book of love
And do you have faith in God above
If the Bible tells you so
Now do you believe in rock 'n roll
And can music save your mortal soul
And can you teach me how to dance real slow
Well, I know that you're in love with him
Cuz I saw you dancin' in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues
I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
But I knew that I was out of luck
The day the music died
I started singing
Bye bye Miss American Pie
Drove my chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin' this will be the day that I die
This will be the day that I die
I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away
Well, I went down to the sacred store
Where I'd heard the music years before
But the man there said the music wouldn't play
Well now in the streets the children screamed
The lovers cried and the poets dreamed
But not a word was spoken
The church bells all were broken
And the three men I admire the most
The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died
They started singing
Bye bye Miss American Pie
Drove my chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin' this will be the day that I die
This will be the day that I die
Bye bye Miss American Pie
Drove my chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin' this will be the day that I die
This will be the day that I die
We started singin'
We started singin'
We started singin
Theresa had listened to those words all her life.
She still couldn't understand the meaning.
It's what attracted her to this song.
It was like her life.
Her existence.
Misunderstood.
Unreadable.
Incomprehensible.
What was she here for?
Why was she even here?
It was nothing big.
That was for sure.
Theresa was just another puppet.
Controlled by her environment.
Her friends.
Her family.
Everybody.
They never truly cared about her.
They just walked by her, and noticed she was still breathing.
Then they were on their way.
Passing her by.
Going the other direction.
Theresa was off somewhere else.
Where few people were there.
She was part of the dreamers.
The dreamers.
What was a true dreamer?
By definition a dreamer was impratical or idle speculator.
Were those truley the words to describe her.
Was she truely impratical.
To Luis that definition fit her perfectly.
In a nutshell according to Mama.
But Theresa never considered herself to be one.
She dreamed yes.
But she knew those dreams would never come true.
Was that impratical?
No.
Impratical was not seeing the truth.
Or was she impratical?
It was possible.
She had been so wrong about many other things in life.
Other things that the answer was put right in her face, yet she still beleived the opposite.
Hell, she believed in fate.
Kismit.
It was true.
She could be impratical.
She was an idle spectulator.
She was a dreamer.
She was stubbron.
She was niave.
She was an embarssment.
She was screwed up.
She was faulty.
She was the imperfect Lopez-Fitzgerald.
She was Theresa.
A.K.A. that girl.
A.K.A. her.
A.K.A. Pilar's daughter.
A.K.A. The physco cops sister.
A.K.A. Luis's little sister.
A.K.A. Miguel's big sister.
A.K.A. that screw up.
A.K.A. Whitney's friend.
A.K.A. that Spanish girl.
A.K.A. a Lopez-Fitzgerlad
She never stood alone.
She never stood up for herself.
She was always in the shadow of others
She was always cast out one way or another.
She was the definition of a dreamer.
Theresa picked up her oversized suitcase.
This was really it.
No more shadows.
No more Harmony.
No more dreaming.
Just her and the real world.
Just her.
Away from this place.
This place where the perect rule, and the imperfect are cast out.
Voted off.
Left alone.
To fend for themselves.
This was really it.
What drove her to this measure?
The answer was already known.
The answer was always there.
The answer was known only by her.
She was misunderstood.
With that Theresa took one last look at her room to absorb the memories.
It was time.
She closed the door behind her.
This was the new beginning.
This was a new life.
A life where she would always be understood.
Song Credit goes to Madonna: American Pie