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by Pop Ate My Hearts 4/24/2013, 9:23 pmI decided to write a fan fiction from Gaga's point of view, from the time in which she tore her hip to the release of ARTPOP. Obviously, alot of it will be made up from my wild imagination but I'm hoping it turns out good and you all love it.
So without further ado, here is chapter one.
So without further ado, here is chapter one.
- Spoiler:
I stared out over the crowd of tens of thousands of screaming, cheering fans and flashing lights. A seering pain burned in my hip. I was worried, very worried about what was ahead. "I am ready to leave G.O.A.T. and invade the earth with you and ARTPOP... GOODNIGHT!" I screamed and strutted off the stage as best as I could with the pain burning through my body.
A tear rolled down my cheek and I collapsed in the first persons arms I saw as I got off stage. Tara had a confused and saddened look in her eyes. "What's wrong, baby?" she whispered and wrapped her arms around me tightly. She was such a good friend, I loved her so much.
"My hip," I blurted out. "It's been hurting for months, but I-I didn't think it was anything, so I never told anyone. But... I think something bad happened during that last song, it hurts, really bad." There were many people standing around me now, including my parents, my manager and a couple of dancers.
"How bad do you think it is?" Troy sighed as he walked over to me.
"It's never felt this bad before," I admitted sadly, burying my head further into Tara's shoulder.
"I don't think you should finish the show then, if the pain is that severe" Troy said decisively.
"What? No!" I cried glaring over at him.
"It's for your own safety, Gaga, this could turn out to be really serious!"
"But of course I have to finish the show, I'm not leaving until I do." I argued. I was not going to back down, so I gave Tara one final squeeze and headed over over to the costume rack. "Now, can someone please help me get changed?" I forced a smile, but I was feeling terrible inside.
Five minutes later, I had put on the final outfit and headed up the stone flights of stairs to the top of the castle to perform the encore. "I'm on the edge of glory, and I'm hanging on a moment with you," I belted out into the arena. I paused, looked into the crowd and thought about how this could be one of the last times I ever performed this song. The choreography was tough and it made the pain in my leg seer even more, but I had to push through it. I had to be brave for all the monsters out there that had come to see me give them the tour of my life, even if it fucking killed me.
As I walked back down through the castle, I reminised about my childhood, when I would look up into the sky and dream that someday if I worked hard enough I would be a star. As I walked out onto the main stage, a particularly sharp wave of pain struck me and in my heart, I knew that this was going to be the last ever Born This Way Ball. It was hard to keep it together after that point. I couldn't believe that it was all going to end so suddenly. There was no way to stop it or change it. This was the end. I couldn't imagine how all the monsters would feel and react...
The acoustic instrumental for Marry the Night began to play, I love this song so much. "I'm gonna marry the night, I won't give up on my life. I'm a warrior queen, live passiona-" I couldn't help it, I just broke down in tears. The only thing that made me pull myself together was the sweet sound of the arena singing the lyrics back to me. They are so beautiful.
For the rest of the performance I gave it everything, I even ran around the stage. I was going to make this the best encore anyone had ever seen. As the performance came to a close, as the tour came to a close, I screamed into the night air, "DON'T YOU EVER FORGET ME!"
