Spoilers: The title has been changed and some of the lyrics have been tweaked to suit the character. The original title of this song is "Queen of Hollywood" from 'The Corrs Unplugged' album. The changed words are marked with an asterisk (*).
first-class = urban
brother = mother
goodness = glamour
care = flair
be like her = make it there
messenger of peace = Queen of Hollywood
lonely = loaded
Relena is seen driving her jaguar down a lonely highway. A closer view reveals a frown marring her pretty features. Her jaw tightens involuntarily as she recalls how she was thrust into politics.
She drove a long way through the night
From a *first-class* neighborhood
She recalls how she once had a normal life and she smiles wistfully, secretly wishing she could turn back time to those good old days.
She left her *brother* with a fight
For a dream misunderstood
She remembers her older brother and the disagreements they always had. He was never one to bear a grudge against her or anyone, but she was the exact opposite. "Just like your real father, when he was alive," Pargan had once told her.
She took after her real father, the ruler of the Cinq kingdom. Often, she was told that her father was very stubborn, but still, the people loved him for his good heart and excellent sense of justice. Milliardo was like their mother on the inside, mellow, and always serene. 'A stark contrast from today,' she chuckles, driving down to the beach.
Her friends, they talk on corners
They could never comprehend
As she concentrates on the road, she grimaces, wondering if all those people who befriended her were wholly and truly sincere...'Perhaps they don't really want to know the real me,' she thinks to herself, while parking her car on the sand.
There was always something different
In the way she held a stare
She sighs and checks her reflection in the rearview mirror. She is greeted by sunken eyes, and a pallor so unlike her past rosy complexion. She realizes that she HAS been working too hard. She also remembers the titles thrust at her and the constant nags by the Press Secretary that she should retain her titles. One that she hated the most was being named one of COSMOPOLITAN'S Most Beautiful.
And the pictures that she painted
Were of *goodness* and of *care*
'But then again, if I don't sacrifice, who will?' she asks herself, mulling over her thoughts, unaware of Heero keeping a close watch on her from a yacht. She gets out of the car and takes off her shoes, stretching her tired limbs.
And her boyfriend, though he loved her
Knew he couldn't quite fulfill He could never *be like her*
Heero watches her as she rolls up her slacks and dances on the water's edge. For one exquisite moment, her work-worn features relax, giving way to the girlish features he so longed to see. He smirks, knowing he would get his ass cooked once she found out he was acting like this, even after their two years of going steady. He sighs in contentment and goes back to keping vigil over her.
She's never gonna be like the one before
She read it in her stars that there's something more
No matter what it takes, no matter how she breaks,
She'll be the *messenger of peace*
'Relena...beloved...hardly anyone knows who you really are...and they don't care,' Heero thinks to himself, angry that he had taken her for granted years ago. But she had forgiven him...That was Relena, his angel...
And the cynics, they will wonder 'What's the difference with this dream?'
Relena sits on the sand, wiggling her toes. 'It's been so long since I last did this. Why didn't I ever get around to asking Heero to do this with me?' she wonders, sifting some sand through her long fingers. Her thoughts suddenly shift to the countless insults hurled at her, whether in her face or subtly.
And the dreams of countless others
All believing in TV
But she knows there are others like her, dreaming the same dreams. And she knows she has made all the difference.
They see her handprints on the sidewalk
Flashing cameras on the scene
And a shining limousine
Ah, those years she was pampered and petted. Fussed over, and coddled. None of that belonged to her now. She had traded it all for that one glorious dream.
She's never gonna be like the one before
She read it in her stars that there's something more
No matter what it takes, no matter how she breaks,
She'll be the messenger of peace
'But it's just NOT fair!' a voice screams inside her. 'Why must YOU do everything and not THEM?! They only sit on their fat sofa pillows, watching you make yet another speech and they just don't give a DAMN!'
Yeah...She's believing in her dream...
It's a *lonely* fantasy...yeah
Tears fill her eyes and she struggles to bottle up her angst. 'If I won't, then who will?' she argues with the unknown voice. 'I cannot stand back and watch others suffer. I am the only one capable enough of opening their eyes to the truth.'
Now her *brother* collects cut-outs
The pictures make him smile
'But what about your brother? Or those close to you? What about Heero?'
But if he saw behind the curtain,
It would only make him cry
'He understands...They all understand...They've all sacrificed too much. It's my turn, now...They've done enough. The stage is mine, at this time. That is why-'
She's got handprints on her body
Sad moonbeams in her eyes
Not so innocent a child
'Why you must sacrifice even your soul?' the voice asks. She closes her eyes and succumbs to her tears. Yes, that's why she is here...She tries with all the strength she has to help others, because no one would have done it better than her.
She's never gonna be like the one before
She read it in her stars that there's something more
No matter what it takes, no matter how she breaks,
She'll be the *messenger of peace*
Heero frowns, looking at her now prostate form on the sand. 'Something's wrong,' a voice tells him, and he disembarks from the yacht. As he approaches her, his chest suddenly constricts. 'Heero, you damned idiot! She's crying!'
And as he stands over her, he wonders how blessed he is to have someone as beautiful as she is by his side. He goes up to her, places his hand on her shoulder and gently massages it, waiting for her response.
Relena looks up to find Heero's face inches away from hers. In the setting sun, his eyes have turned from a a shade of endless blue to glittering amber. A sob escapes her as her lover kisses her tears and gathers her in his arms.
She's never gonna be like the one before
She read it in her stars that there's something more
No matter what it takes, and even though she breaks,
She'll be the *messenger of peace*
"Is anything wrong?" he asks, his voice suddenly hoarse. She shakes her head..."It's all over, Heero. I have you by my side and nothing else matters more than you. Thank you."
