Disclamier: I don't own Miley Stewart/Hannah Montanna or any of the characters from that show Disclaimer: I don't own Miley Stewart/Hannah Montana or any of the characters from the show. Nor do I own any of the Jonas or as in this story Janos Brothers. Please don't sue! The synopsis is from "El Tango De Roxanne" by the Moulin Rouge. The song is "I've got a crush on you" is by Linda Ronstadt. Enjoy and please review and let me know what you think?
Ba-Bump Ba-Bump Ba-Bump
The sound of her heart echoed throughout the silence of the dressing room. Long artificial eyelashes brushed gently against her cheek as she slowly opened her eyes. Intense blue eyes stared back at her, darkened by dark eyeliner and red eye shadow. The reflection in the mirror showed a young woman, her bright red lipstick contrasted against her pale milky skin making her look like a porcelain doll. The light surrounding the mirror was reflected in her eyes. Her lips naturally looked puckered, like they were waiting to be kissed.
Ba-Bump Ba- Bump Ba-Bump
"Silk, your up let's go" a muffled voice called breaking through the fog that clouded her mind.
Silk turned her head towards the door only to see it shut. Silk turned back towards the mirror her loose long dark brown curly hair, reaching just below her ass, slid over her shoulder. Giving herself one final look over, she got up from her chair. She moved towards the stage like she was in a trance; the sound of her high heels didn't even make it through her hazy mind. The red strapless silk dress clung to her body, fanning out around her knees. The loose material at the bottom shifting across her bare legs with each step she took.
Ba-Bump Ba- Bump Ba-Bump
When she reached the stage, the curtains where still closed and the microphone set at the bright red marker in the forefront of the stage. She stood on her marker facing the microphone, and then she lowered her head. Her hair moved to conceal the right side of her face. Since her hair had so much hairspray she wasn't worried that it would get messed up. She wet her lips and closed her eyes. Her hand momentarily reached up to touch the golden locket that she wore around her neck, suspended by a thin golden chain. The curtains were pulled back, revealing Silk to the audience.
She raised her head while beginning to sing, allowing her hair to move off her face
How glad the many millions
Of Toms and Dicks and Williams
She slowly opened her dazzling blue eyes, looking out and seeing only blackness.
Would be
To capture me
But you had such persistence
You wore down my resistance
I fell
And it was swell
Her left hand moved up to grasp the microphone, her lips barley touching the mic.
You're my big and brave and handsome Romeo
How I won you I will never never know
It's not that you're attractive
She paused in singing, sliding her right hand down her stomach to her thigh.
But oh my heart grew active
When you came into view
I've got a crush on you, sweetie pie
All the day and nighttime, hear me sigh
I never had the least notion
That I could fall with so much emotion
Could you coo
Could you care
For a cunning cottage we could share
The world will pardon my mush
Cause I've got a crush, my baby,
Silk lifted her right hand raising it to her lips, and blew the darkness a kiss
on you
Could you coo
Could you care
For a cunning cottage we could share
The world will pardon my mush
Cause I have got a crush, My baby
on
Silk raised her right arm pointing out into the darkness.
You.
She lowered her arm, and head and closed her eyes. Suddenly a loud clapping broke her out of her own little world. She blinked once and winced as the spotlight was shone on her. Every male eye in the place was stuck on her. The club was packed, all the tables were full and most men had to stand up in the back as to not block the view. Silk nodded her head towards the crowd, and took her exit off the stage to the left.
As she hurried off the stage the bidding began, she never stayed to know who the winner was, they would come to her dressing room soon enough. She passed Destiny, getting ready to begin her act. Destiny was dressed in a schoolgirl outfit that showed way too much of her body. It was just a normal night at The Succubus. The backstage was like any theatre; crowed, and each act trying to stand out.
We are actors. That's what we do every night, we act.
Silk slowly walked back to her dressing room, her red high heels making a loud clanking noise with each step she took. It was music to her ears, each beat sounding clearly throughout all the chaos around her. Most of the strippers she passed sneered at her, all resenting her for who she is: Ronnie's favorite. Ronnie was the owner of The Succubus; he was also the most known pimp in the district of Malibu. He was never seen without a blackberry to his ear, making arrangements for his girls.
I didn't ask to be his favorite, I didn't ask for any of this. Just dealt a bad hand.
Finally Silk reached her dressing room. She opened her door and slammed it behind her, keeping her back against the door with her eyes closed. She sighed. I did it again
" You did it again," a soft feminine voice spoke somewhere in the room.
Silk snapped her eyes open and turned her head towards the voice. Sitting at her dresser, was her good friend Buttercup. Buttercup was so named because of her light blonde hair, which reached her mid-back, and her shining baby blue eyes. She had a silly smile on her face, like she knew a secret.
Silk was the one who brought B.C to The Succubus, after she found B.C on a park bench, sleeping. Just like Destiny found me at that very spot two years ago.
" Get out of my chair," Silk said jokingly walking towards B.C.
Silk's dressing room was pretty small. There was a white vanity dresser that had a large mirror attached, and a white wooded Chippendale style chair with white leather seating, that she called her beauty station. Theywere positioned straight ahead so she could see who was coming in the door. On her left were a small black leather sofa, and a small black coffee table. On her right was a black wooden armoire, where all the dresses for her show hung; it took up most of the room. On her dresser, all her makeup was laid out; her blush, her eyeliner, eye shadow and her famous red lipstick. A vase of red roses stood next to her makeup, making the room smell of roses: her favorite aroma.
B.C stood up allowing Silk to sit down at her vanity beauty station. She then moved to the sofa and plopped down, fixing her skirt when she was seated. Silk gazed at B.C through the mirror. B.C was only a stripper. Her wardrobe always consisted of leather. At the moment, B.C had on a black leather halter-top and a black mini skirt that covered only down pass her cheeks.
" So...I thought you said you were going to work on spacing out," B.C said tilting her head to the right and looking at Silk. Her blonde hair moved off her shoulder and hung there, shining golden in the light.
" I didn't space out...I just…I...I just don't know how to explain it. It's like when I know I have to sing...everything else just fades away…and all I focus on is the song."
" Silk, listen to me. If I had half the talent that you do, I wouldn't be singing in this shit hole," B.C encouraged scooting to sit at the very edge of her seat.
" You've been here seven months. You should know by now it doesn't work that way."
"Have you at least tried?" B.C questioned.
Silk shook her head, staring at the reflection of B.C in the mirror. I remember a time when I still had her innocence, her passion. That was a long time ago, when I had a family, when I was Miley Stewart a regular fourteen-year-old girl, with no care in the world. Silk's face hardened. Those memories I've tried to forget, what's the use in remembering people who don't exist anymore, all it causes is pain. Silk reached up and unclasped her necklace, staring at the MS engraved on the top. It's how you get by in this business; you become somebody else. You become immune to the pain after awhile. She glanced back at the mirror to see B.C staring at her waiting for her response. Soon she will lose that innocence. Soon it won't matter to her anymore. Her silly smile will be gone. The moment that Destiny brought Silk to meet Ronnie there was a gleam in his eye, one she didn't quite understand at first, but later learned what it meant. Lately she's noticed the same look in his eye when he glances at B.C.
Silk cleared her throat. "There was a time in the beginning that I tried. After a while I learned that it didn't matter. When we signed our contracts, we signed in our blood." She looked B.C straight in the eye, hoping that B.C would understand her message. B.C looked back at her with a thoughtful expression.
The knock at the door broke the staring contest between the two girls.
"Your highest bidder is here…time for me to leave." B.C said getting up off the sofa slowly and walking towards the door. Silk quickly reapplied her lipstick, rubbing her lips together.
"Hey" Silk called out to B.C stopping her before she opened the door.
B.C paused but didn't turn around waiting for whatever Silk had to say.
"You do have more talent then you realize, and one day you're going to shine. I just hope I am there to see it."
B.C nodded, and then opened the door allowing the winner inside the dressing room; she sidestepped him and left out the door.
Jake Ryan walked his way toward Silk. I should have known. She turned her body in her seat so she was facing him. " How is it you always win?" she questioned raising an eyebrow.
"I guess I'm just...richer" he said with a smirk. " Are you ready to go?" he questioned leaning down to kiss her cheek. Silk leaned away so that his kiss hit her ear instead.
"I'm ready," she said grabbing her make-up and locket and stuffing them in her small silver purse. She rose from the chair and followed Jake Ryan out the door.
Okay so that's chapter one….what do you think? Please review and let me know. So Silk Miley Stewart. I thought of this story as I watched Moulin Rouge for the fiftieth time. Hopefully next chapter will be up soon.