Tiny Dancer
Note: I do not own any of the characters in this story, neither do I own
that 70's show (If I did, trust me it would have ended differently.) I
also do not own the lyrics to the accompanying song. Credit goes to
Sir Elton John [song title: Tiny Dancer]
This is Hyde's point of view the night AFTER Sam showed up
Insomnia. For the last six months I had no problem sleeping, but tonight I can't sleep;
today's events racing through my mind... all but a blur. "Sam, what are you doing here?"
"Don't you remember? We got married!" "Oh my God!" JACKIE. How stupid am I?
Pretty stupid is the obvious answer. I've lost the girl I love and married a Las Vegas
stripper. Jackie. She's all I can think about. How I promised myself I wouldn't be like
Kelso, I wouldn't hurt her, yet that's all I've done. First the nurse and now this... I'm not
like Kelso. I'm worse only because we were a lot more serious than they ever were. I mean
she saw a future with me...I had a future with her. Now all of that seems but a very distant
dream. An impossible dream. "This is hot Donna, *frying bacon is heard in the background*
oh man that never gets old. Anyways, we're urging listeners to call and request their favorite
songs tonight. Caller #1 what is your request?" "Um..Hi Donna. Can you play Tiny Dancer...
Elton John?" Jackie. That was Jackie! She just requested OUR song. She's thinking about
me. She MUST be thinking about me.
Blue
jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band Jesus freaks out in the street Piano man he makes his stand
Pretty eyed, pirate
smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her
dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny
dancer in my hand
Handing
tickets out for God
Turning back she just laughs
The boulevard
is not that bad
In the
auditorium
Looking on she sings the songs
The words she knows
the tune she hums.
Memories of those happy days run through my mind. Our first date, taking her to the prom,
watching the price is right that summer, having her in my lap all those times just sitting in
the basement, going to the dance just so she could get back in the squad, the Valentine's Day
dance where we first danced this very same song.
But
oh how it feels so real Hold me closer
tiny dancer
Lying here with no one near
Only you
and you can hear me
When I say softly slowly
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in
sheets of linen
you had a busy day today
Jackie Burkhart. If only I were man enough to swallow my pride and tell you how stupid
I've been, how I still love you, how empty I feel right now and how I can't see my life
without you in it. I also wish I could make you understand that I can't leave Sam because
I can't be like Bud. I won't be like Bud. I wish I could tell you that without you I'm no longer
living, I'm just existing, that Sam can't make me happy because she isn't you.
Blue
jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate
smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her
dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny
dancer in my hand
But
oh how it feels so real Hold me closer
tiny dancer
Lying here with no one near
Only you
and you can hear me
When I say softly slowly
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in
sheets of linen
you had a busy day today
A sea of memories...lavender scented candles, Zeppelin shirt, puddin' pop, shaved beard,
the price is right, cheerleader uniform, doll exposition,zen, wedding dress, mis-matched
eyes, curly brown hair...Tiny dancer..Always with me...
*Sleep overcomes me*