Hey my lovelies, my dearests, my darlings! NEW STORY! I'm so excited! Ok, so as a dancer, I love love LOVE listening to music (but then again, who doesn't) I also LOVE musicals! So, I was inspired by the movies and plays that use popular music for their songs, so I'm creating a That 70's Show Musical (yes I realize they did this on the show, but I'm doing it in a whole new way!)
Jackie is tired of being treated like scum by her ex-love and so called friends. She decides it's time for a change, so she leaves Point Place. After she leaves Steven realizes he never stopped loving her. But is it too late? Will he be able to win her back? Or will her new life of performing be enough to fix her broken heart? Enjoy a musical story of love, loss, success, and more!
This is set during that awfulness known as Season 8! Right before when Steven found out he wasn't really married. I'm gonna fix it with the power of music! Although, I'm changing a few things, like Jackie lives with her mom, and Eric and Kelso are still in Point Place. WHY DID THEY LEAVE?
The songs played in this first chapter are Mama's Broken Heart by Miranda Lambert and Girl on Fire by Alicia Keys. I'm not gonna lie, my music and the music in this story is gonna be a bit of everything (:
Please love, review, and ENJOY!
Thanks to OpenMindedPerson for the amazing title suggestion (:
Sing Another Song
Chapter 1 – Ready for a Change
Jackie walked into her house and stood against the door. She released the breath she had been holding in and let the tears slip down her face. She felt completely broken inside. These past couple months have been the worst of her life. The man she thought she was in love with, the man she thought was her soul mate, married a Stripper, and then he had treated Jackie like scum. Every day, Jackie went back, but why? Why did she do that? Because she hoped with all her heart that one day he would finally see the error of his ways and beg for her to take him back. She heard something clanging around in the kitchen. She wiped the tears off her face and walked to the kitchen.
Her mother was searching through the cabinets. Jackie stood in the doorway, unaware of what to say. Even though she convinced her mother to move back in with her, things weren't better. Her mother was still a crazy drunk and whore with way to many boyfriends. She used to be able to go to Steven when she had these problems, or Donna, but now . . .
"What are you doing?" Jackie finally said. Pam looked over her shoulder and smiled at Jackie.
"Hey, sweetheart." She said. When Jackie asked her what she was doing, Pam responded: "I'm looking for my golden nectar." She finally found and pulled out her bottle of scotch. She poured herself a glass and slugged in back. "So, what's new?" Jackie knew her mother was only asking so she wouldn't feel like a bad mom later when she got drunk and brought home a boyfriend… sometimes two or three. But, Jackie needed someone to talk to.
"Steven is still married to a stripper and he keeps saying mean things to me." Jackie said leaning against the fridge and crossing her arms across her body. She stared down at the kitchen tiles not really wanting to make eye contact. Her mom poured herself another glass.
"Well baby, you know what I do when I have these problems?" Jackie looked up at her mother. Her mother grabbed another glass from the cabinet and poured some of the scotch in it. She picked up the glass and held it out. Jackie hesitantly took the drink, but just held it in her hand. "Now, it's just a break up." She said taking another drink from her own glass.
"But mom, he was my soul mate!" Jackie shouted. This was no simple break up to her. Tears rolled from her eyes again. Every night she would cry and cry, sometimes screaming for Steven. Her mother had been called by the neighbors on several occasions, they even once called the police but Pam always made the excuse and would flirt away. Jackie felt like no one could really understand how she felt about all this.
"God, Jacks, stop acting so crazy. You're ruining your make-up." She said, pouring herself yet another drink. Jackie wiped off her cheek and saw her mascara was running. "I raised you better than that." Jackie decided not to comment. Pam slugged back her drink and grabbed her purse. "Well, I'm off to the clubs." And with that she was out the door. Jackie still leaned against the fridge, staring at the kitchen door thinking about her mom's words. Her eyes drifted to the drink in her hands. She hesitantly brought the drink to her lips and quickly slugged it back. She sighed and picked up the bottle that her mother left of the counter with her other hand and took it and the glass up to her room.
Once in her room, Jackie set the glass on her dresser and refilled it. She then set the bottle on the dresser and tossed the drink down her throat. Jackie sat on her bed and sighed. She looked at the notebook on her night stand. She picked it up and opened it up to look at the lyrics on the pages. Ever since Jackie could remember she had been writing songs. They were her way of expressing herself and getting out her emotions. Jackie always dreamed of becoming a famous singer, but there was no way her dreams would come true in a place like this.
Jackie sighed and took another sip from her scotch. Everything seemed so awful. Jackie had no love, no friends, a broken up family, and what seemed like no future. She decided things needed to change. She needed to change. She picked up the bottle and took it over to her vanity.
Jackie took a deep breath as she stood in front of the vanity mirror, staring at her pathetic reflection. She took her hair out of the bun she had it up in. She thought about the past months. The girl in her mirror was all alone, and miserable. She was pathetic for going back to that stupid basement every day and getting burned by people she once called her friends. (Music starts) She needed to change. She needed to get out of this place. She took some scissors she got from the kitchen off the table in front of her and started to cut areas of her hair.
I cut my bangs with some rusty kitchen scissors
I screamed his name 'til the neighbors called the cops
I numbed the pain at the expense of my liver
Don't know what I did next all I know, I couldn't stop
Jackie took a swig straight from the bottle. Shaking her head a bit, trying to get rid of the buzz that was forming in her head. She needed to ride herself of all her problems.
Word got around to the barflies and the Baptists
My mama's phone started ringin' off the hook
I can hear her now sayin' she ain't gonna have it
Don't matter how you feel, it only matters how you look
Go and fix your make up, girl, it's just a break up
Run and hide your crazy and start actin' like a lady
'Cause I raised you better, gotta keep it together
Even when you fall apart
But this ain't my mama's broken heart
Jackie fell onto her bed and stared up at her ceiling where she had pasted pictures of her and Steven, of her and her so called friends. She was tired of crying. A few more tears fell from her eyes as she took another drink.
I wish I could be just a little less dramatic
Like a Kennedy when Camelot went down in flames
Leave it to me to be holdin' the matches
When the fire trucks show up and there's nobody else to blame
Jackie finished her crying and looked at the now empty bottle sitting on the carpet floor. She looked in the mirror. She was turning into her mother. She needed to get out of Point Place before this broken heart took her over.
Can't get revenge and keep a spotless reputation
Sometimes revenge is a choice you gotta make
My mama came from a softer generation
Where you get a grip and bite your lip just to save a little face
Jackie took off the clothes she had been wearing and tossed them across the room in anger. She had every right to be angry. She then went into her closet and got out all her tops, pants and jeans. She walked back into her room and through the clothes onto her bed. She grabbed an old black slimming top and her jeans and slipped them on. She also added her bluish purple leather jacket and dark brown ankle boots.
Go and fix your make up, girl, it's just a break up
Run and hide your crazy and start actin' like a lady
'Cause I raised you better, gotta keep it together
Even when you fall apart
But this ain't my mama's broken heart
Jackie went back to the mirror and started fixing the make-up that had been running on her face. She vowed she would not cry another tear over any of them. She took a deep breath and stared at her reflection. She had cut her hair into several long layers, it looked super-hot, if she did say so herself. With this look and attitude she felt like a whole new woman.
Powder your nose, paint your toes
Line your lips and keep 'em closed
Cross your legs, dot your I's
And never let 'em see you cry
Jackie reached under her bed and pulled out her suitcase. She started throwing her clothes in there. She also threw a hair brush with some hairbands and her make-up, along with a couple pairs of shoes. She got up and when back to her vanity. In one of her drawers was a jam jar filled with money she had set aside for a moment like this. She lifted the lid off and stared at the contents inside. There was about a thousand dollars in bills in there. She stuffed the money into her bag along with her suitcase and zipped it up. She thought about everything she had been put through for so long and went back to thinking about her mother's "advice".
Go and fix your make up, well it's just a break up
Run and hide your crazy and start actin' like a lady
'Cause I raised you better, gotta keep it together
Even when you fall apart
But this ain't my mama's broken heart
Jackie sat back on her bed, staring now at the suitcase. What was she doing? Where would she go? Maybe she shouldn't . . . she looked at the picture on her bedside table. It was when Jackie was at her happiest. When she and Steven were on a date and he said he loved her. In the picture she was kissing his cheek while he took the picture. She picked up the picture. He had broken her heart. She smashed the frame into her trash can. Bits of glass went jumped in the air, but then landed right in the trash can. She needed to go. There was nothing left for her here. She went back to her bed and grabbed her suitcase and walked out of her home.
. . .
Jackie walked to the local bus station. She looked at the board of destinations that she could go to. She saw a departure for New York City in twenty minutes. She remembered going to New York once when she was younger. It was so big and busy, with so many people and so much activity. It seemed perfect, a big city like that would be perfect for her to start over. She went up to the ticket counter and pulled out some of her money from her bag to purchase a ticket. The man took her money had handed her a ticket. She grinned at the simple piece of paper in her fingertips. She picked up her stuff and got on the bus, but not before stopping to think about what she was doing. She was taking a huge change; she was letting her past go. She was an entirely different girl than before. She was ready for a change.
She's just a girl, and she's on fire
Hotter than a fantasy, lonely like a highway
She's living in a world, and it's on fire
Feeling the catastrophe, but she knows she can fly away
Jackie got onto her bus and sat in a seat in the back. There was only a few other people on the bus that night.
Oh, she got both feet on the ground
And she's burning it down
Oh, she got her head in the clouds
And she's not backing down
Jackie took a deep breath as the bus engine started and pulled out of the bus station.
This girl is on fire
This girl is on fire
She's walking on fire
This girl is on fire
Jackie pulled out her song book from her bag. Inside the cover of her book she had taped pictures of herself, the gang, Steven, Mr. and Mrs. Forman. She used to look at their faces for inspiration. She brushed her fingers over a picture of herself when she was truly happy.
Looks like a girl, but she's a flame
So bright, she can burn your eyes
Better look the other way
You can try but you'll never forget her name
She's on top of the world
Hottest of the hottest girls say
She thought about the girl in the picture. She so badly wanted to be that happy again, but her heart knew she could not be that happy if she continued to stay in that broken hearted town. She took a deep breath as the bus passed through all the other towns on its way to its destination.
Oh, we got our feet on the ground
And we're burning it down
Oh, got our head in the clouds
And we're not coming down
This girl is on fire
This girl is on fire
She's walking on fire
This girl is on fire
The bus pulled into a New York station. Jackie picked up her bags and got off the bus. The people all looked different, the environment was so much different from Point Place, and it was truly a fresh start. She walked out of the bus station and hailed a taxi.
Everybody stands, as she goes by
Cause they can see the flame that's in her eyes
Watch her when she's lighting up the night
Nobody knows that she's a lonely girl
And it's a lonely world
But she gon' let it burn, baby, burn, baby
Jackie looked out the car window to the amazing city all around her. She grinned at the scene around her. This was exactly what she needed.
This girl is on fire
This girl is on fire
She's walking on fire
This girl is on fire
The taxi dropped her off at an apartment complex. She walked inside and got a room. She walked up the stairs to her new home. She unlocked apartment 4D and stepped inside. Sure, it wasn't the luxury she was used to living in, but this was a new start and she didn't mind doing a little cleaning to get this place looking perfect.
Oh, oh, oh...
Jackie set her suitcase down on the bed and started to unpack. The last thing she took out was her song book. She reopened it and looked at the picture of herself. She promised herself she would have a better life here. She put her song book down on the bed and went to the one window in the room. This city was her new home.
She's just a girl, and she's on fire
I do not own the songs: Mama's Broken Heart by Miranda Lambert or Girl on Fire by Alicia Keys. Nor do I own That 70's Show . . . but if I did!
If you have any suggestions for songs Jackie should sing, or Steven, or Eric, or Donna, or Kelso, or Fez, or Mr. and Mrs. Forman, or ANY COMBINATION! Than feel free to tell me in a comment or send me a message!
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Also, check out my other story Their Kingdom (: It's very cute, if I do say so myself (: