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Angst ~One~

*Hehe I know, most of my story titles are German but *shrugs* I'm TRYING to make German my second language so I'm studying it as much as I can. I swear, I barely feel like speaking English anymore -_-....Aaaaanyway, yeah I haven't been on in a while but I'm back with a new story. Does that make everything up? *smiles* :) And just to let you know, angst means 'fear'. You'll understand why that's my title in a little bit :P And also, translation will be at the end of the story :)
-Lexa*

"Goodbye, dad."

I ran a hand across my fathers' casket and sighed before joining my youngest brother and kneeling to his side.

"It's alright. Daddy...he's in a better place now."

I spoke quietly, trying to hide the sadness in my voice.

"She's right." My sister, Paris, chimed in behind us. "I mean, you know how tired daddy always was when he came home. I bet right now, he's taking time to rest."

I looked over my should and smiled up at her, giving her the 'good-job-for-being-brave' smile. She smiled back and nodded taking Blanket's hand and walking back to the car.

I sighed to myself and stood back up, turning to walk back to the car with them.

"Hello?"

"Ah, Lila, mein favorit German-American!"

I laughed at the voice on the other line and rolled my eyes. "Was willst du, Bushido? Ich bin verpackt mit Papier arbeiten, die ich zu arbeiten."

I heard him groan and I knew he was rolling his eyes also. " Sie keinen SpaÃ?."

"Saugen sie es. Nun, was brauchen sie?"

"Demo. Ich brauche, dass Sie ihm zuhÃ¶ren, wenn Sie gemacht werden. Ich werde Ã¼ber diesem zugesetzt."

I sighed and shook my head. "Schauen Sie, sie haben keine Notwendigkeit, nervÃ¶s zu sein. Ich werde hÃ¶ren Sie einmal bin ich geschehen, ok? Ich werde rufen Sie zurÃ¼ck."

He sighed again. "Fein. Sie versprechen?"

I chuckled and nodded. "Versprechen."

I closed my cell phone and sighed, looking at an old family photo from 2002. I smiled to myself and whispered. "I miss you, dad."

"Lila!"

I groaned and looked up from my paper work, yelling back to my brother. "What?"

"Aunt Jan says dinner is ready!"

I sighed and smiled. Dinner sounded good right about now, since I'm cooped up in my office the whole day. "I'll be right down!"

I bounded down the stairs, catching myself on the railing at the end before I could fall.

Prince scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Nice going, sis."

"Shut up, you little brat." I spat back and tensed once I heard my grandmother's voice.

"That's enough you two."

"Sorry, grandma Kathy." We both apologised at the same time and walked into the kitchen, sitting down at the table.

"So, Lila, who were you talking to a while ago?" Aunt Janet asked, pouring herself a glass of water.

"Her booooyfriend." Prince mocked and I held myself back from kicking his leg under the table.

"Shut it, you little-" I stopped myself before anyone else could and calmed down. "He's a friend. Bu-" I stopped myself again, remembering how grandma Kathy didn't like me calling him by his stage name. "Anis called. He needed me to listen to a demo."

"Oh yeah. For his new album right? '7' is it?"

I nodded and took a sip of my water. "Yeah. He worries too much though. He always thinks it'll be horrible."

Uncle Marlon chuckled and shook his head. "These days, he is. I remember Mike always used to give him some sort of courage." He sighed. "That's all gone now I guess."

I didn't hear the last thing he said, I only smiled as I remembered one thing.

"This is a good song, you'll do fine." My dad and I both said in unison, laughing afterwards.

"Creepy." Bushido fake shivered and laughed also. "It's horrible, trust me."

"Anis." I warned, using his real name to make him understand I'm serious.

"Li, I'm serious too. It's-"

"You'll do fine." Dad reassured. "I used to get that way with some songs on the Jackson 5 albums. I always worried if the fans would enjoy it or not. Once I started going solo, I grew more nervous. But I soon realised that it makes it worse if you worry."

I smiled at him and turned my head back to the in awe rapper, giggling.

"YOU got that way?! No way."

Dad nodded and smiled. "Yeah. But it gets easier over time, trust me."

And with that, Bushido walked into the studio and put the headset on, already calmer.

"Ich sag euch eine Sache ihr bekommt mich niemals weg
Dieser Junge war hinter dem Horizont."

There was the sound of keys on a keyboard and then he came back on the phone, his voice nervous. "So? Wie war es denn? Ich mÃ¶chte Ihre ehrliche Meinung."

I smiled and nodded. "Perfekt, Bushido. Nur...perfekt. Papa wÃ¤re wohl liebte es."

*Okay, translation time!! :D
Ah, Lila, my favorite German-American!
What do you want, Bushido? I'm packed with paperwork, I'm pretty busy.
You're no fun.
Suck it up. Now, what do you need?
Demo. I need you to listen to it when you're done. I'm worried about this one.
Look, you have no need to be nervous. I'll listen to it when I'm done, ok? I'll call you back.
Fine. You promise?
Promise.
So? How was it? I want your honest opinion.
Perfect, Bushido. Just...perfect. Dad would've loved it.
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Okay! Well, I hope you all enjoyed. I'm sorry there wasn't much Michael in this chapter (this is why I should never listen to Bushido while writing this -_- he over took the story :P) but I promise, there will be a lot of flashbacks in the next one! The song was, Hinter Dem Horizont by Bushido ^_^ Bye bye :)
-Lexa*

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