Hi. So I normally write Glee FF. But I also watch other shows (Though you wouldn't exactly know it LOL) including Smash. I'm into this show now so I wanted to try a crack at writing something for it. So okay when he was first introduced I liked Sam for Ivy (I still do as you will read) Because he supports her and is there for her whenever she needs him emotionally and physically. So I thought what if Sam where straight? How would that work? Well if you read you'll find out. (If you don't well... its okay. This is really just to calm me cause I really love their friendship on the show) So here is Supporting Role. Hope ya like it.
And Please: Read, Enjoy, and Review (If it moves ya to) :0)
"Thanks Man" Sam yelled to the cabby as he tossed him his fare and an additional tip. It's hard enough to get a cab in this city when you're a black male. But to find one who isn't a total jerk to you and is polite is a small treat that should easily be rewarded.
With a huff he turned to walk into the studio as he tossed his dance bag over his shoulder. He prepared himself slightly on the cab ride over, and the night before. He even went to bed early, missing the final innings of his beloved Mets. But he still felt them. The butterflies that banged and jumped in his stomach as he opened the street level doors to the building. As he rode the elevator up to the studio he reminded himself "Be cool Sam. She's your friend. She's been your friend for years" he repeated. It still didn't help the sweat the rose to his palms. He wiped them down his sweat pants to dry them, but it was no use. The power of her was just that strong over him. Whenever he knew she was in his vicinity, she had that strong of a hold over him to cause his temperature to rise at the sheer ideal of her being so close.
He stepped off of the elevator and into a hall buzzing with dancers, singers, and writers. "Well at least this I'm used to" he smiled rubbing his hands together as he walked coolly towards the studio. His years on stage and as a member of the chorus had created a sense of home whenever he walked into this situation. It was a reunion he always looked forward to: he and the stage. And even though it was his first love, he was about to see the woman who ran a photo finish to his second. As he walked into the white studio, with its high walls, wooden floors, and great acoustics, perfect for practice, he looked around as a mix of adrenaline, and creativity swirled around him. Yep he was home.
As he walked farther into the room he spotted her. It was a back view of her, but he knew that coke bottle shaped body anywhere. He smiled to himself as he took in her out line. Unable to contain himself he walked briskly over to her, powerless to fight her magnetic pull. He wrapped her in his arm, slightly enjoying the jump she felt at his touch. She turned around quickly, to see just who found himself so familiar with her to just wrap her up in an embrace.
"Sam" She smiled as her big blue eyes met his. As smile instantly sprouted up from her lushes pout, she pulled him into a tight hug.
"Hey Ivy" he sighed burring his face into a mix of her sweet smelling shoulder and a tuff of blonde hair. Her scent reminded him of fresh berries.
"Oh my gosh" she squealed pulling back from him to get a better look at her long time friend. They'd literally seen each other grow and mature since they were eighteen, from a naïve girl, fighting to get from under her mother's shadow, and a young black kid who had to physically fight constantly because of his love for all things Broadway to the adults, and seasoned performers they were looking at now. "What has been?" she questioned still seeing a hint of that boy in his large grin.
"Since Chicago" he chuckled as the memories of the particular production ran through his thoughts. All of the rehearsals, and nights out after, mixed with all of the things he never got to say to her. "You look good" he sighed taking her in. Her body still as firm and tight as the first day he laid eyes on her.
"That's right" she smiled. He could only hope some of the great memories he was just reliving were on her mind as well.
"Well Ivy, who is this" a sharp British accent cut they're reunion short. Sam turned his head quick to find a taller man, with a messy razor cut, and a scruffy beard, both peppered with gray, standing over him. He donned all black, as he looked expectantly at his friend with his arm folded across his chest. Sam instantly wrinkled his forehead at the tone of this man, who somehow just by his being there, he had already offended.
"Oh Derek" Ivy smiled excitedly "This is my friend Sam Strickland. Sam this is Mr. Derek Wills, the director of Marilyn" she grinned, in a way Sam had seen before. It was a way that she smiled whenever she was smitten by someone. A way that she'd never smiled at him, although he'd hoped one day to change that. "Derek this is my old friend Sam who-"
"Get ready Ivy" Derek snapped, abruptly cutting her off, while eyeing the hand she left carelessly on Sam's shoulder. "We haven't got all day" he huffed as he walked over to the large tables in front of the mirrors in the studio, failing to excuse himself, seeming bored and drained by all of the introductions.
"Well he's friendly" Sam said through gritted teeth. He knew that either Derek was just as smitten with Ivy or he was just marking his territory by showing little respect to a chorus boy.
"Oh don't mind him" Ivy waived off still eyeing the back of the taller man in black as he riffled through some papers on the table. "He's just… cranky"
"Yeah I guess" Sam shrugged walking towards the bar to place his bag down and begin stretching. Although he normally would tell a guy like Derek about himself in any other setting, here Derek was king, and he knew that. And as a member of the ensemble Sam's job was to play his role and shut his mouth, although it pained him slightly to do so.
"I'm so glad you're here" Ivy smiled following behind Sam. "It's good to see you"
He smiled brightly at her, as he got his dancing shoes on. He'd missed his Ivy, and was happy to hear that she'd felt the same way. The smile on her face warmed his heart as he gazed up at her.
Suddenly she gazed at the door, something grabbing her attention. Her beautiful smile instantly fell into a slightly panicked scowl as she asked one question. "What's she doing here?"