Desperately Seeking George Michaels
Heather x George Michael. I'm such a fan of this pairing. Also a story of the first time Heather met Shirley, years before they met again on the show.
"You can't do that you fat useless ugly lump!" Her words cut through the poor woman like a knife through cold butter straight out of the fridge. "Get back, I won't tell you again."
"But... but I wanna see Mr Michaels," she whimpered.
"And why would he want you backstage? Why?" A smile appeared on the face of the sour looking blonde woman. She enjoyed her job as a bouncer. Not big and butch like the normal staff at the gigs, she added something of a feminine charm to the task of denning the dreams of the rabid fans.
"Cos I'm his biggest fan. I have all his CDs and me mum said if I came here and waited a bit they'd let me come see him"
"Sorry love, small doors."
Her heart sank. Everyone spoke to her like that, no one ever took her seriously. Of course, in her heard, who would? She was short, overweight and unable to even spell her own name. In her eyes she was a failure. Even the cheese factory had refused her work. Her mum was no help either, none at all.
"Ex-excuse me miss, it's just I've been waiting out here in the cold snow for hours. No one else is. Can you please just give him this letter?"
"And how am I supposed to know you haven't laced it with some sort of arsenic or anthrax? Just last week we had some messed up bloke send shall we say, a soggy biscuit to him."
"A soggy what?"
"You don't wanna know love. You don't wanna know". Just then she began to laugh. She couldn't tell why, she'd probably never know, but she really was starting to take a shine to this girl. "Tell ya what, what's your name? I'll tell George that you said hello".
"Heather, Heather Troff T-ttrott".
"I'm sorry, what?" Joked the female bouncer
"Heather Trott!" She exclaimed with a force quite unlike herself.
"Alright, now we're getting somewhere then. I'm Shirley."
It was at that moment that Heather began to warm to her too. With a big grin, she hugged the security official and made her way back to the tube.
"Who was that?" Echoed a slightly effeminate male voice from behind Shirley.
"No one important, just another," she laughed as she lit a fag and went about her work. With fans like Heather about, it would be a long night indeed.
Hope you liked it. To be continued ^_^