Shows not mine. Songs not mine. Nothings mine.
Sorry it's been so long, I've had a lot going on with school and stuff but I'll try to do better.
"So what are you going to play?"
"Stop asking."
"Tell me. I'm curious...it's not every day you do...well...anything to help out Cuddy. I want to know what you're going to play. Do you even know or will you just wing it?"
"I haven't decided. Now go away."
"Are you nervous?"
"Never."
Wilson walked up to House and straightened his tie. They were at House's place getting ready to leave for the benefit. Everyone was going. Ever since the news had been let out about House playing, that was all anyone ever talked about. It was a shock to many that a man as crass and loutish as Greg House could ever do anything so delicate as playing the piano. And well enough to be invited by the Dean of Medicine herself, Lisa Cuddy! Of course really that wasn't much of a shock. Everyone knew who wore the pants in THAT relationship. House's own team had bugged him to the point of complete insanity with questions. None of which had gotten a straight answer out of the man. But the night was tonight and all would be answered. The room would be packed and out the door, all to see him play. The only part that bothered him was that they weren't there for the music, they were there for the spectacle. House would never admit that though.
"Stop playing with my tie Wilson, you're popping my personal bubble."
Wilson rolled his eyes and let House fix it himself. A few minutes later, House turned to Wilson.
"Look ok?"
"You look fine. Cuddy's going to be amazed to see you shaved."
"I didn't shave for this! I'm trying out a new look."
"Sure...anyway. I called your parents. They can't make it down but your mother want me to film your little 'piano recital' for them so she can show it to her friends and brag about her son; the brilliant doctor piano man."
"You don't have a camera."
"Don't need one. I'm sure someone there will make us a copy off their recording. I know for a fact, at least 6 people are bringing cameras. Two of them are on your team actually. And Cuddy."
House rolled his eyes.
"Let's get this over with..."
Off they drove to have House shatter his well-built reputation as a misanthropic bastard.
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"And now it is my deepest honor to introduce our very own, Dr. Gregory House, who will be gracing us with his lovely piano playing." Cuddy motioned to the wings and begrudgingly, House limped out onto the hot stage. For the first time, cold tendrils of nerves danced across his skin as he noticed just how many people were there. He hadn't played for a crowd since high school. He nodded and stepped up to the microphone.
"Uh, thanks. This first song, I would like to dedicate to Dr. Cuddy in thanks for her...invitation to play for you tonight. I believe that she was truly the inspiration for this song." A collective "aw" flowed across the audience. Another nod and he sat at the piano. Just to annoy Cuddy, he loudly began to crack all his knuckles, neck and back. Giving a wry grin he began to play.
The notes flowed freely and clearly. It was a familiar song, but no one could quite place it. Then House began to sing.
"I like big butts and I can not lie
You other brothers can't deny
That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist and round thing in your face you get
SPRUNG."
As the song went on, Cuddy's face became redder and redder. Everyone politely tried to hold in there snickers, but a few could be heard above the crowd. House was going all out. Eyes closed, half dancing as he played. Amazing how even in that situation, he could still ooze sarcasm.
"So your girlfriend rolls a Honda, playing workout tapes by Fonda
But Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda
My anaconda don't want none
Unless you got buns hun."
Wilson's head was buried in his hands and his shoulders shook slightly while tears were flowing down Foreman's face as he laughed out loud at the sight of his boss singing a Sir Mix-A-Lot song as he accompanied himself on the piano. It was too much. Many in the crowd were laughing outright as Cuddy tried to keep her tight-lipped smile tied on.
"So ladies, if the butt is round
And you wanna triple X throw down
Dial 1-900-HouseTheDoc
And kick them nasty thoughts
Baby got back"
Cameron had her eyes close and hand pressed to her mouth trying not to laugh. Why did she have to sit next to Cuddy tonight of all nights?! Chase just sat staring open-mouthed at the demonstration on stage.
"Little in the middle but she got much back
Little in the middle but she got much back."
He got a little quieter every time as he sang. Cuddy was furious and tried not to show it. Oh how he would pay on Monday.
"Little in the middle but she got much back
Little in the middle but she got much back"
Applause roared through the crowd as everyone at Cuddy's table politely clapped and quickly put their hands in their laps and looked everywhere but at her.
House stood and bowed once and sat once more. Everyone got silent to see who he would make fun of next. He placed his fingers on the keys and-
Oooooh sorry. It was too perfect of a cliff hanger. I promise it won't be long if it gets some reviews though. -smiles!-
