A/n I started writing this months ago, and only found it on my computer yesterday. I got the idea when I saw a youtube video of someone playing I Know You Know on the piano and I thought it would be amazingly cool if the show actually did an ep like this and made the theme a classical version. At least I think so…
Murder in 4/4 Time
1990
"Dad, not only is this the worst thing you can do to me at this age, it's pointless," Thirteen year old Shawn Spencer was trying desperately to change his father's mind.
"Shawn, I wont let you take three study halls, that's pointless, besides you could use a little culture." Henry Spencer crossed his arms at his son.
Shawn tried to bargain. "I'll take that junior criminology class instead."
"I'm not stupid, Shawn. I've already taught you everything that class will. You just want to take it for an easy 'A'. Well, nice try buddy. Ain't happening." Henry's eyebrows shot up as he shook his head.
"But Dad!" Shawn decided to take a different tactic. " I'm taking so many advanced classes, I need more study time."
"Your schedule says you're only taking one advanced class: film history. Which, you should be grateful I'm letting you take. You just want more chances to sleep during the day. I'm not falling for it." Henry's voice took on a tone that said it was final, but Shawn wasn't going to give up that easily.
"Dad!" Shawn wined hoping that some how an alien would take over his father's brain at that exact moment and decide to make him take Shawn's side.
"Drop it Shawn, you're taking band and that's final."
So much for aliens… Shawn thought.
Present Day
"Gus, why am I here again?" Shawn frowned as he looked over the side of the balcony.
"SHHH!" Came the reply.
"GUS!" Shawn whisper- yelled, "I will not shush. I demand you tell me why I ended up here in this stupid balcony, in a waiters uniform, listening to the most boring thing in the universe!"
"I told you when I had you put on your suit." Gus whispered back.
"No you didn't!" Shawn was still whisper-yelling.
"Yes I did... Right after I gave you that Twix…"
"Gus, you know I am physically incapable of listening to anything when all that chocolate and caramel is floating around my taste-buds."
"Shawn, that man was nice, you should be grateful." Gus scolded.
"When he said he wanted to pay us with concert tickets, I thought he meant something cool like Tears for Fears or Motley Crue, heck, I woulda taken Jonas Brothers tickets. He could've mentioned they were for the orchestra! And what's worse is this isn't even a real orchestra: it's just a bunch of kids!" Shawn pouted.
"Shawn, these kids are geniuses; a few of them aren't even old enough to drive. Look, it's almost over; afterward I'll take you for a Frosty if you'd just shut up." Gus bargained.
Shawn snapped his mouth shut fast enough for his teeth to click together, then sat back. He looked out at the musicians on the stage in front of them. He watched as the string section moved their fingers in unison. He watched as the wind section pulled in breaths around the various reeds of their respective instruments. He watched as the percussion section banged on their instruments in time with each other. He watched as the conductor moved his baton to keep the beat with everything.
He watched as the first chair violinist stood up for her solo. She was a blonde about 16 or 17 years old. She wore her hair pinned back from her face. She took a breath and waited the last four counts for her cue. 4…3…2…1… the rest of the adolescent orchestra stopped playing their instruments suddenly. The violinist started her song. Shawn had no choice but to listen. She began in 'C,' her fingers moved and her arm followed the now silent beat.
He hated to admit it, but she was amazing. It was the most beautiful thing Shawn had heard the whole night, including that animal cruelty commercial that Sarah Mc Laughlin's Arms of an Angel plays on, he watched just before he came here. He watched in awe. She blinked twice, but she kept on playing. She breathed deeply. Shawn cocked his head; something wasn't right. Her tempo slowed a fraction of a beat.
The violinist collapsed on stage. "I'm gonna have to take a rain check on that Frosty," Shawn said to Gus who was now on his feet, eyes wide, mouth agape, "I think we have ourselves a case."
This is where the awesome orchestra version of the theme would play:D Am I the only nerd who thinks that would be cool? Something tells me I am… ps. I totally had that part about "arms of an angel" before they said anything about it on the actual show- I think they are stealing the ideas outta my brain before I even publish things:p hahaha how cool would that be? anyway please review…