Batman And Robin (All Human Twilight Fan Fic)

Missing Him

A/N I don't own any songs in this story, they are from the Victorious soundtrack.

Bella's POV

"You're on in five Bella," Tom, my manager tells me; it's my first gig. I nod, and go back to reading. 

But I don't pay attention to the words. No, I'm too distracted for that. Somehow, after I finally got shot of him, I can't get Batman out of my mind. It's not fair though! I just wanted to get on with my life, leave him behind. 

Why won't that bastard just get out of my head?! 

Maybe it's me. Maybe I really am so messed up that I actually miss his taunting and his name calling. 

Or maybe I just miss him!

Whenever I think about his broken face (or his equivalent of broken) my stoumach begins to toghten and I feel like I can't breath.

What is wrong with me?!

I close my eyes tight and try to concentrate on the songs I'm going to sing tonight. As well as Batman, the thought of singing in front of all these people is making me feel sick. I don't think I can do this. 

"Bella, you have to come one stage now," Tom tells me, and I slowly stand up and walk to the lift that will take me up to the stage. 

The music starts just before I get to the top, and when I do there is a Hell of a lot of screaming from people who may have only heard me sing once or twice on the radio, or maybe even bought my CD. 

Got a one way ticket down a two way street

Got the wind in my hair and there's dust on my feet

I'm just trying

To make it in America

Only thing to my name is an old T-Shirt

Faded 1985 rom a stones concert

And I'm dying

To make in America

And I'm singing the words to my favourite song

With the rag top down and my glasses on

And I'm driving

Straight through America

I wanna taste the sun

Cause baby I'm born to run

I gotta feeling that I'm not the only one

And I 

I wanna show some skin

Yeah baby I need the ocean

And you can't stop me

Now I've got my heart in motion

I wanna make it in America

Make it in America

I can see my star

Sunset and vine

Gonna carve my name in the Hollywood sign

Yeah I gotta

Gotta make it in  America

See me wearing a smile

Even if I'm broke

I'll be singing the words from a song I wrote

And I call it

Make it in America

I wanna taste the sun

Cause baby I'm born to run

I gotta feeling that I'm not the only one

And I

I wanna show some skin

Yeah baby I need the ocean

And you can't stop me

Now I've got my heart in motion

I wanna make it in America

Make it in America

I can feel the sweat dripping down my face

I can hear my heart as it starts to race 

And sometimes this world's such a lonely place

If I just push on I know that

I wanna taste the sun

Cause baby I'm born to run

I gotta feeling that I'm not the only one 

And I 

I wanna show some skin

Yeah baby I need the ocean

And you can't stop me

Now I've got my heart in motion 

I wanna make it in America

Make it in America

Make it in America

The screams start again as I hold my microphone in the air. My eyes sweep the crowd and my jaw hurts from the amount I'm smiling. But as I look over the crowd for a moment I'm certain I see a head of untidy bronze hair. But my eyes move over it before my mind even registers the significance, so when I try to find it again I can't, and it's too late as another song starts. 

I really am going insane.