Disclaimer: I do not own General Hospital or "Dream On". All rights go to their owners.
A/N: My attempt at song-fic. Enjoy.
Every time that I look in the mirror
All these lines on my face gettin' clearer
The past has gone
It went by like dusk to dawn
Isn't that the way
Everybody's got their dues in life to pay
Spinelli stared in the small, sharp edged mirror that hung in PH's small bathroom. It stood starkly against the rest of the uniformed, picture perfect accessories, stark and simple. He reached up a hand quietly to the corner and ran his finger across it, fascinated by his beauty, by the tiny drop of blood that swelled up past the past skin.
The last time he stood at this mirror, hair damp and sticking up, chest bare, a grin plastered on his young face-he felt so happy that day, so good after singing in the door. He had heard Maxie come in a few minutes before, and then he ran down to greet her. Jason had sighed seeing him half-dressed in the living room, grinning and talking enthusiastically about his new passion. Jason was a pretty modest guy, for someone with such a good body, he thought.
They were so rough on him, sometimes, everyone. Not Georgie, he reflected, not her ever. He sagged, heart hearting. It hurts so much, he thought. Georgie, he cried inside his head, come save me. Take it all away.
He'd wanted so badly to impress Maximista, to make her happy. All those hours he'd sung, his voice getting sore. And then, there she was, telling him he wasn't good enough.
Yeah, I know nobody knows
where it comes and where it goes
I know it's everybody's sin
You got to lose to know how to win
It wasn't fair. He had decided to cheat. The microphone had made her smile, she'd never guessed. And then he dropped it in his beer.
Half my life's
in books' written pages
Lived and learned from fools and
from sages
You know it's true
All the things come back to you
He sighed and rested his forehead on the cool glass. The years felt heavy on his shoulders-he remembered his mother laughing, felt a silent tear drip down his face. Don't remember, not ever. Spinelli sunk to his knees.
Sing with me, sing for the year
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear
Sing with me just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good lord will take you away
They had laughed, but at least he had the guts to try. And she smiled at him and made it all better. When he heard that music come on, he forgot their eyes. He proved his worth just by trying in his mind, for the new times to come, for the things he shared with Georgie, for her death and the other hardships, and for everyone in that room. He sang because anything can happen and it might have been his last chance.
Yeah, sing with me, sing for the year
sing for the laughter, sing for the tear
sing with me, just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away
Sure, he could have embarrassed himself. Maybe he did. He was no singer, no choral musician. But he'd earned some of their admiration, a lot of hers, and all of his own. He stood up straight and looked in the mirror again.
Dream On Dream On Dream On
Dream until your dream comes true
Dream On Dream On Dream On
Dream until your dream comes through
Dream On Dream On Dream On
Dream On Dream On
Dream On Dream On, AHHHHHHH
There were so many things he had yet to try-he'd hardly traveled, never used a supercomputer, never had kids. He smiled, thinking of all his ambitions, strong again now that he believed. Turning on the tap, Spinelli washed the blood off his finger, watching the pink water wash down the drain.
Sing with me, sing for the year
sing for the laughter, sing for the tear
sing with me just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away
Sing with me, sing for the year
sing for the laughter, sing for the tear
Sing with me just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away...