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My tribute to the ones who died on 9/11. The song is Believe by Yellowcard, and I would really recommend listening to it as you read this. It's an amazing song about the people who gave their lives on that day. I hope this story does them even the tiniest bit of justice.
The citizens of Danville were gathered around the stage erected in the center of town. On it, a group of teens were doing a sound check. One woman in particular pushed her way towards the front of the crowd, scanning the stage until she found the face she was looking for. Her eyes narrowed, and she climbed up onto it, her red hair falling over her shoulder.
"Phineas Flynn, what is going on here?" She demanded. The red-headed seventeen-year-old looked up from testing his guitar.
"Oh, hi Candace." He said. "We're playing a song Ferb wrote for 9/11." Candace Johnson looked at the other teens and young adults on the stage. Her green-haired step-brother was not among them.
"Ferb wrote a song for 9/11?" She wondered.
"Yeah, apparently it holds a great deal of significance for him." Phineas nodded. "I think he was actually in one of the towers at the time." Candace's jaw dropped, a shocked expression coming over her face.
"He was in the towers? And he survived?" She gasped. Phineas nodded.
"He didn't tell us the whole story – oh look, there he is now." The siblings looked over to see Ferb Fletcher walk up onto the stage, adjusting the microphone and breathing into it.
"Check, check." He said. "Phineas, how's yours?" The red head shrugged apologetically at his older sister.
"You should probably get into the crowd, Candy." He said before tilting his head mike towards his mouth. "I'm good, Ferbo." He replied, strumming a few chords on the electric guitar he was holding. "How 'bout the rest of you guys?"
The rest of the band – Beovulph on drums, Dystopian and Isabella on guitar, Amber, Dallas and Bryan on violin and Liz standing by a soundboard – played a few notes on their instruments in reply. Liz gave a thumbs up. Phineas turned back to his brother.
"We're good Ferb." He called.
Ferb nodded, cueing Beovulph. The immortal raised his drumsticks in the air, hitting them together in time to his words as he shouted "One, two, three, four!" The band started to play while Ferb closed his eyes, swaying to the music and trying to remember exactly what he had felt on that day. He knew he had been afraid. But there was something – no, someone who had saved his life, fighting away the fear and replacing it with the warm feeling of having someone care whether you lived or died. When the music softened, Ferb opened his mouth and began to sing.
Think about the love inside the strength of heart
Think about the heroes saving life in the dark
Climbing higher
Through the fire
Time was running out
Never knowing
You weren't going
To be coming down alive
Ferb made eye contact with the growing crowd, holding the microphone and singing the next lines with the gratefulness he had felt when he was in the arms of someone who was carrying him to safety.
But you still came back for me
You were strong and you believed
A five-year-old child with green hair and a face streaked with ashes and dust huddled in a corner of the room. He whimpered, squinting his eyes and trying hard to see anyone, anything through the flames surrounding him. To hear anything comforting through the groaning and creaking of the great building beneath him.
"Daddy!" The tiny boy yelled. He fell silent again, listening. Nothing. Ferb began to cry softly. It was like all his nightmares combined – fire, death coming closer and closer, him all alone with no idea what had happened to his family. "Daddy!" He yelled again. The result was the same. Suddenly, something came closer to him. Ferb squirmed away, thinking it was some kind of monster. Instead, two strong arms held themselves out to him. Ferb wiped his tears away as he heard a jumbled version of seven words that gave him hope when his world was literally falling apart.
Everything is gonna be alright
Everything is gonna be alright
Everything is gonna be alright
The citizens of Danville were gathered around the stage erected in the center of town. On it, a group of teens were doing a sound check. One woman in particular pushed her way towards the front of the crowd, scanning the stage until she found the face she was looking for. Her eyes narrowed, and she climbed up onto it, her red hair falling over her shoulder.
"Phineas Flynn, what is going on here?" She demanded. The red-headed seventeen-year-old looked up from testing his guitar.
"Oh, hi Candace." He said. "We're playing a song Ferb wrote for 9/11." Candace Johnson looked at the other teens and young adults on the stage. Her green-haired step-brother was not among them.
"Ferb wrote a song for 9/11?" She wondered.
"Yeah, apparently it holds a great deal of significance for him." Phineas nodded. "I think he was actually in one of the towers at the time." Candace's jaw dropped, a shocked expression coming over her face.
"He was in the towers? And he survived?" She gasped. Phineas nodded.
"He didn't tell us the whole story – oh look, there he is now." The siblings looked over to see Ferb Fletcher walk up onto the stage, adjusting the microphone and breathing into it.
"Check, check." He said. "Phineas, how's yours?" The red head shrugged apologetically at his older sister.
"You should probably get into the crowd, Candy." He said before tilting his head mike towards his mouth. "I'm good, Ferbo." He replied, strumming a few chords on the electric guitar he was holding. "How 'bout the rest of you guys?"
The rest of the band – Beovulph on drums, Dystopian and Isabella on guitar, Amber, Dallas and Bryan on violin and Liz standing by a soundboard – played a few notes on their instruments in reply. Liz gave a thumbs up. Phineas turned back to his brother.
"We're good Ferb." He called.
Ferb nodded, cueing Beovulph. The immortal raised his drumsticks in the air, hitting them together in time to his words as he shouted "One, two, three, four!" The band started to play while Ferb closed his eyes, swaying to the music and trying to remember exactly what he had felt on that day. He knew he had been afraid. But there was something – no, someone who had saved his life, fighting away the fear and replacing it with the warm feeling of having someone care whether you lived or died. When the music softened, Ferb opened his mouth and began to sing.
Think about the love inside the strength of heart
Think about the heroes saving life in the dark
Climbing higher
Through the fire
Time was running out
Never knowing
You weren't going
To be coming down alive
Ferb made eye contact with the growing crowd, holding the microphone and singing the next lines with the gratefulness he had felt when he was in the arms of someone who was carrying him to safety.
But you still came back for me
You were strong and you believed
A five-year-old child with green hair and a face streaked with ashes and dust huddled in a corner of the room. He whimpered, squinting his eyes and trying hard to see anyone, anything through the flames surrounding him. To hear anything comforting through the groaning and creaking of the great building beneath him.
"Daddy!" The tiny boy yelled. He fell silent again, listening. Nothing. Ferb began to cry softly. It was like all his nightmares combined – fire, death coming closer and closer, him all alone with no idea what had happened to his family. "Daddy!" He yelled again. The result was the same. Suddenly, something came closer to him. Ferb squirmed away, thinking it was some kind of monster. Instead, two strong arms held themselves out to him. Ferb wiped his tears away as he heard a jumbled version of seven words that gave him hope when his world was literally falling apart.
Everything is gonna be alright
Everything is gonna be alright
Everything is gonna be alright