Note-Aww! Poor Teddy! On with the show!
Disclaimer-I don't own Scrubs. The song in this show is copywrite of my friend Tabitha (not real name), to who I give all credit for the lyrics.
"Ted!" yelled a voice. Ted woke up from his dreams with a start. Looking around, he realized he'd fallen asleep on the couch after last night. He was still in his clothes. He looked at the clock on the coffee table. It was 8:28 in the morning. And someone was pounding manically at his front door.
"Ted! For god's sake, man, open up!"
Ted stumbled towards the door and opened it. Dan practically fell into the apartment. He had a concerned look plastered on his face, which evaporated as soon as he saw Ted's face looking down at him.
"Jesus, Ted, I thought you'd died or something!" Dan panted. "You didn't answer any of my damn calls, where the hell where you?"
"I-I was asleep…" Ted said.
"You don't have time! The concert's this evening, and you haven't sent me any of your new material!"
"I don't have any new material…"
"What? I told you to write something, the damn concert's this evening!"
"I was thinking we could just play our usual, it's what we're good at" Ted protested in his monotonous voice.
"No, Ted! I told you to write something new! When I tell you something, you do it, got that?" Dan snapped. "You better write something today, and you better get it rehearsed to perfection, otherwise I'm canceling the concert, and the deals off! Got that?"
Ted nodded, and Dan left in a huff. It often amazed Ted how much Dan was like Kelso when he was angry. Ted looked at the sheet of paper on the desk. When he'd written it last night it had seemed perfect, but now it just seemed like lovesick pleads, not good enough for any concert, and certainly not good enough for her…
He didn't want to perform it, not tonight. He wanted to edit it until it was perfect, and then surprise her with a serenade…yeah, like that was ever gonna happen! She was married, anyway. Although he'd never understood her taste in men, after all, he was bald too! Oh well. It looked like he had to perform it tonight, like it or not, or Dan would have his head. And not on the cover of an album.
The hall was packed. Ted and his band stood behind the red curtains, listening to the slowly growing rumble of noise as it gradually went from packed to overflowing, and trembled in the suits they used to wear to work. Ted could feel the flop sweat beginning to tingle on his brow, anticipating when to stream down his face and humiliate him.
Then he heard the man on the microphone, and the curtain rose dramatically. He took a step forward to speak into the mic…but then something stopped him.
In the back row stood the Janitor, Doug, Todd, Dr Dorian, Dr Turk, Dr Reid and…Carla. She grinned, and waved at him. Ted's heart skipped twenty beats and then threatened to pulsate right out of his chest and onto the stage. Then out of the corner of his eye, I saw Randall madly eye-signaling me, and he remembered that he was meant to be speaking.
"Hi…we're The Blanks…"
The crowd erupted into frantic cheering. Ted grinned falsely. Sometimes he wished that there was someone out there who hated their music.
"Thank you all so much for coming…" he said. He still had my eye on the group at the back. "We're gonna start off with one of our earliest songs: Charles in Charge!"
So they sang, and people clapped. Then they sang again, and people clapped. After a while, the noise got a little repetitive, and Ted fazed out. The night went on, and all he wanted was to go home, sip wine and read a book, or watch House on TV. Halfway through the gig, he saw Kristen come in, accompanied by a young boy with a thick, black curly hair. It was his son Billy, and his heart wrenched to see him all grown up. But then she left twenty minutes later.
Then, at about half past ten, it was time.
"Ok, we're gonna finish with something new…in fact, we only wrote it this morning!" Ted laughed nervously. The crowd dutifully laughed along.
"This song is called Baby Beautiful. I hope you enjoy it"
He raised my mouth to the microphone, and began to sing.
The wine is gone
My friends aren't here
And all I can think of is you my dear
In the car, when I'm at work
In bed when my mother's not here…
Oh baby, I love you so.
I want be with you
All the time
I want to hold you in my arms!
Kiss me quick, kiss me slow,
In the parking lot
Or anywhere you want to…
Oh baby, I love you so.
So give me a call
'Coz you do have my number
I know I gave it to you,
On a piece of paper
When your husband was in a law suit…
Oh baby, I love you so.
Why won't you see me?
Why won't you notice me?
I smiled at you,
But you just looked right through me…
Oh baby, I love you so.
Yes I do…
Oh baby, I love you so.