Disclaimer: I don't own Victorious or the song Moonlight Bay which came out in 1912.
AN: I watched titanic last night then Britt and I started texting about a Bade titanic fic. She's doing me a favor so I really do owe her this. The story will be four chapters at most and won't be like the movie besides the eventual sinking of the ship. Hope everyone enjoys this especially you Britt.
Wherever You Are
Chapter 1
April 9, 1912
Jade West stared emotionlessly at the crowd in front of her. Every night it was the same. She'd sing her heart out in this dirty little bar only for men to throw drinks at her and call her whore. Still she needed the money. A year ago an American had visited. She told Jade of a place in New York filled with stages. She told her how people would pay fortunes to see people sing and life was good for those singers. Since that night New York had been Jade's goal. She needed to be somewhere different. Somewhere where she would be respected and no one would ever think of her lowly. So she kept on singing through the lewd comments and gestures.
Tonight was different though. After she got through five songs she walked off stage ready to head home. As she slipped down the aisles men would grope and grab at her. She had learned right at the beginning that fighting back would mean losing her job. As she almost reached the door, her destination, she was blocked off by a man.
He looked different from all the other men in here. He didn't wear rags or clothes soiled with dirt. Instead he wore a suit and his hair was neatly slicked back.
"Mam have you heard of the Titanic?" He asked. Of course she had. It was all anyone could talk about. Every newspaper claimed it was the largest cruiser to date. It was also said to be unsinkable. Best of all it was heading to New York.
"Of course. Who hasn't?" She spoke politely. Hoping he would move if she made a bit of small talk.
"I'm from the C.W. & F.N. Black agency and we're responsible for providing music for the Titanic. We already have an orchestra but we're in need of a singer. It won't pay much but it's better than this."
Jade's heart began to speed up. It couldn't be this easy. Someone was offering her a spot on the legendary Titanic and she wouldn't have to spend a moment more in this dirty bar she hated.
The man must've taken her silence as a rejection because he began to ramble on about knowing it's so last minute but them being desperate. She decided to put his worry at rest.
"When do I leave?"
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April 10, 1912
Beck Oliver boarded the atrocity they called a ship. It was impressive no doubt. But no matter how impressive it was he knew it only served on purpose, to carry him over to New York where his future wife would be waiting. A woman he had never met before and wanted nothing to do with. But the marriage wasn't about him. It was a business merge and he was expected to make this sacrifice for his family.
He should be grateful and he knew it. He had never had to work for much in his life. He never went a day without a meal and everything he asked for he received. But there was something about how unhappy everyone around him seemed to be that bothered him. Young girls were made to marry older men to help support their family. Men seemed to hire women to sleep with outside of marriage. Yes they all had everything they could ever want but none of them seemed to have anything they needed.
Call him a dreamer or a romantic but he wanted to be different. He wanted to fall in love, but that was out of the picture. In just a few days he would be proposing to a woman he had never met and living the life of a business man in New York.
He needed a drink.
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She was to be staying on the second class level of the ship. She'd sing three songs for breakfast, lunch, and dinner as well as midnight for those late night drinkers in the first class dining hall. She'd been given a few simple gowns to wear and introduced to her accompanist, a man who went by the name Andre Harris. While she held no prejudice she was surprised a man of his kind was allowed in the first class.
"So why New York?" She asked him shortly after their introduction.
"More opportunities. I want to write and perform my own songs. Is that why you're here too? So you can perform." She nodded. They talked for a few more minutes before they were both instructed to head up to the dining hall to begin their shift.
As she stood on the small stage and looked out at all the passengers she felt sudden confidence. None of them would be throwing things at her or cat calling her. Instead they all seemed to be interested in what she was going to do.
Beside her Andre began to play notes on the piano and she opened her mouth to sing.
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Just like he promised himself Beck went up to the dining hall for a drink. He meant to have a cup of whiskey before dragging himself off to bed but he ran into his old friend Robbie and his wife Cat on his way up. They had insisted he joined them for dinner and they idly chatted over a three course meal. Robbie was just explaining his puppet business when a sultry voice drifted through the room.
Beck turned his attention to the woman on stage singing. She was more beautiful than any women he had ever seen. She had on a red gown and her dark hair was pinned back on one side as the rest fell down in curls on her shoulder. He began to let her words wash over him.
We were sailing along on Moonlight Bay
We could hear the voices ringing
They seemed to say
"You have stolen her heart"
"Now don't go 'way"
As we sang love's old sweet song on Moonlight Bay
And for the rest of the night he could barely keep up conversation. He was too enticed by the stellar woman whose words seem to have a hold on his heart. And if there was one thing he knew it was that before he stepped one foot off this ship he'd have to meet her.