Disclaimer: I do not own the Producers, or any of the characters or genius for that matter. Mel Brooks owns all that.
2nd Disclaimer: I wrote this, hoping to upload it, but the site me made wait for two days. To pass the time I went around reading some of the Producers FanFics. I noticed that there are some minor similarities between my story and others. I would like to say that it was completely unintentional. If you would like to complain about it, feel free to go ahead. I made this story out of my imagination, and I'm sorry for any inconvenience.
3rd Disclaimer: I-
Max: Stop using so many damned disclaimers!
Me: Shut up!
Anyway, I- I actually don't know if this counts as a disclaimer. But I have written the second chapter already (Originally, the 1st and 2nd chapters were one HUGE chapter). I will put that up in a few days (I want reviews for the first chapter!).
Chapter One: Confront
In the heart of New York City, in a small-sized park, Carmen Ghia sat on the edge of a marble fountain. His face was completely buried in his hands, and even from afar anyone could tell he was sobbing heavily. If someone knew Carmen, however, he would not be entirely surprised to find him in a state similar to this. The man was extremely sensitive and was admittedly quite easy to provoke. There were two main reasons explaining why Carmen might have so upset; either he lost his Italian chains or he found his dear Roger drunk and flirting again.
Seeing as his chains were hanging from his neck, it was definitely the latter reason that was making him cry. Carmen and Roger's relationship had been rattled since the premier of Springtime for Hitler. Roger had French-kissed Ulla to fake being straight. While Carmen said taking the opportunity to play Adolf Hitler would have him be a "passing for straight Broadway star," he did not see why Roger had to emphasize it so much and kiss Ulla.
Carmen had tried to express his feelings about Roger flirting with people such as chorus boys, the "broken down queen," Ulla, and even Leo a number of times. But he was always cut off with the phrase, "It was just flirting." To no extent did arguing help, for Roger most often won in the end. So he just bottled up his emotions as usual. Unfortunately, today broke the boundaries of what Carmen was willing to deal with. All of his emotions came out in a quick streak of pure rage.
Precisely ten years ago to the date, Roger and Carmen met. They used this date for their anniversary, seeing as they were not actually married.
Carmen sat around the heavily-decorated townhouse earlier that day. He was unnerved that Roger had not returned from his "errands," but refused to even consider that he had forgotten. Yet finally Carmen left the house to get himself something to ease the paranoia.
As he approached the local bar, Carmen became quite nervous. He is not in there. He is not in there, he thought over and over again. But he found himself doubting his thoughts. Carmen slowly pulled open the heavy mahogany door, desperately hoping that his fears were not true.
But to his horror, there was Roger, surrounded by a group of people. Worst of all, he was flirting with yet another woman. Carmen could remember every detail of the scene.
Carmen leaned upon the giant door to steady himself. He stood there, frozen, for a minute or so before taking any action. Finally he found the strength to walk over to Roger. Carmen tiptoed, as though the floor was going to fall through if he was not careful. Soon he stood next to who was once his darling Roger.
"Ah, darling! Good day!" Roger said with a giggle and a goofy smile. He was obviously drunk off his ass.
Carmen, without thinking, slapped him straight across the face. He regretted it, for he did not want the crowd to stare.
"Wow, that hurt! Carmen, why would you do that?"
"Why would I slap you across face? Why would I? Why would I do such a 'horrid' thing to you when you've done nothing but be such an angel?"
"Exactly, why?" Roger questioned, oblivious to the facetiousness of the statement.
Carmen widened his eyes, glaring straight Roger. He did not care about how the crowd would react anymore. He slapped Roger three more times across the face, hearing a loud gasp in the background.
"Carmen! Stop!" Roger shouted, grabbing Carmen's wrist.
"Why? Do you even know what day it is?" Carmen snapped, yanking his arm away from Roger's grip. The chills that used to run down his spine when Roger touched him were no longer there.
"Umm…Friday?" Roger guessed as seriously as a drunk could.
Carmen placed both of his hands firmly on Roger's shoulders, then turned and directly faced him. "It-is-our-AN-NI-VER-SAR-Y!" he gritted through his teeth, "And you've blown it off to hang out with your drinking buddies and FLIRT!"
"Darling, it's just-"
"Don't say it! Don't you DARE say it! It might 'just' be flirting, but it hurts! I've tried telling you so many times before, but you never listen!" Carmen could feel his cheeks turning red and the tears welling up in his eyes. If he wanted to keep his point, he knew he had to leave before he broke down. And with that, he pushed back Roger and headed for the door.
"Darling, wait!"
"Don't call me that!"
"Darling, please!"
"I'm not your 'darling' anymore! You've always treated me like the ground you walk on. If you want comfort, go to Ulla, or that broken-down-queen, or even Leo! Just not me! I'm done!"
"Darling!" Roger called, as though he had not heard a single word that Carmen had just yelled.
Carmen spun on his heel and shot a death glare at Roger. He then grabbed a glass off the counter and hurled it at his head. Of course, with Carmen's strength, the glass hit the floor a few feet in front of Roger. It shattered, coating the ground in hail-like crystals. His gaze shifted from the tiny shards of glass to Roger.
"That glass represents our love: completely shattered and with absolutely no way to repair it!"