Disclaimer: I don't own Swing Kids.
Might be considered somewhat dark, so do not get offended if you think so. Remember, Thomas turns into an asshole in the movie, so his thoughts are on the road to being disturbed. I've only seen the movie once, on youtube, so sorry if I get some stuff wrong.
Thomas Berger walked into he and Peter's swing club of choice that night, ready to find a pretty girl and dance the night away before returning to HJ in the morning. He caught the eye of the singer of the club, a young woman around his own age with striking blue eyes and a fire-red dress.
"It don't mean a thing, if it ain't got that swing," she sang. It was the anthem of the swing kids. Thomas found a table and sat down to wait for Peter and Evey to arrive. He kept his eyes on the singer. They made eye contact and she winked at him before she turned to the rest of the dancers on the floor to finish the song.
When the song and applause ended, she thanked the audience and walked off the stage. She walked to the table Thomas was sitting at.
"What's a fine HJ boy like yourself doing here?" she asked, a casual smile on her face, not wanting to attract the attention of anyone else in the club. Thomas stuttered as he tried to think of a reply. "I saw you the other day in a uniform. So what makes you think you can keep up the two lives?" She lit a cigarette as she sat down at the table.
"I knew I was going to be forced to join at some point. It's just safer this way," he replied. "And it hasn't been too hard."
"So you get the protection of being an HJ, but the fun of being a swing kid?" she asked.
"Yep," he replied. "It's been going great so far."
"Just wait," she said. "Eventually, you're going to have to choose. Swing kid, or Nazi. You can't have both. One day, your fun will end."
"You say that like I've already chosen," Thomas said.
"A real swing kid would have asked any stray pigeon here to dance," she began, taking a drag. "You, however, went right to sit down."
"I'm not a Nazi," he replied, his voice low. "I'm a swing kid."
"Maybe for now," she said, moving closer to him to speak quieter. "But it's not who you are when no one's looking, but who you are when everyone is. Who you are during the day. So it don't mean a thing what you do when you're not in that uniform. You still go back to it every day and that makes you just like them."
"I'm not like them," he snapped at her, causing her to back away. "I'm not a Nazi."
"What you say won't matter if you keep leading the double life," she said. He stared at her in disbelief as she stood. "Well, enjoy the rest of your night."
She sauntered off to the stage to talk to the band members and prepare for her next song, leaving Thomas alone.
"I'm not a Nazi," he said to himself. "I'm a swing kid. Not a Nazi."
He continued to repeat those words in his head until Peter and Evey arrived. Only then did he ask a girl to dance. When they were on the floor, the singer caught his eye again. Her eyes repeated her words for her.
"It don't mean a thing..."
So it might not be very good. I thought this idea up a while ago and wrote it and just now decided to publish it. Reviews are lovely.