Judy
It was a beautiful morning outside the Hampton window, I loved spring and the blossom trees outside of Macy's, Tiffany's and Bloomingdale's, of course I didn't make enough money to shop in those stores but you can't blame a girl for looking.
"An Eggs Benedict for the lady." The sound of the waiters voice snapped me back to reality as he set the delicate dish before me. "and an apple cranberry salad for the gentleman, bleu on the side, bon appetite!"
"Thank you Garson!" my friend said with an elegant wave of his hand before putting his napkin in his lap. "So!" he started putting his elbows on the table and leaning forward. "How was the date?"
I ran a hand through my red hair as a sign and then bit my lip. Crewe through out a sigh. "Okay Judy." He started. "What was wrong with this one? Great job, does charity work." He paused putting his glass to his lips. "Great ass."
I shrugged slightly and buttered a piece of toast, and then it accrued to Crewe just what had been missing. "Oh no." he moaned putting a hand to his temple. "Not Mr. Short Shorts again."
I smile and nodded. I was an intern for Crewe at the time; a hopeful music producer to be. You see, Crewe had left some paper work in another studio and had me go get it. Well The Royal Teens were recording Short Shorts at that time so I knocked; I listened outside the door, thinking perhaps this was the dumbest song ever written with the most annoying sounding singers one could find. When suddenly he opened the door!
To quote one of my favorite songs "I met him on a Monday and my heart stood still
Da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron ron". It was love at first sight; he wasn't one of these Don Juan characters that Crewe is trying to set me up with, he was more of an adorable, lengthy Ichabod Crane in nice clothes. His lip quivered a little when he said hello. I said hello back and asked for the paper work. He got it, dropped it like 27 times on the way over to me, but he did get it to me. he was sweaty, shaky, bumbling and I wanted him to ask me to be his wife right then and there.
I left without getting his name and dreamt about him ever since. I think having a career so geared towards music all the love songs I've heard over the years made my grip on romance a little… mixed up. Ask any of the other girls and they'll say love at first sight isn't real; but, I knew I loved my Mr. Short Shorts, in fact, I was certain of it.
Crewe brought my attention back to reality. "Look Judy, you have to get over this. if you want to be a producer you need to look for a diamond in the rough, not another dirt Claude. Honey, if all he could come up with was four dummy lyrics and the second chorus only changes by one word; imagine how he will be other places; social situations, meetings, bed…. Besides you don't even know when or if you are going to see him again or what sign he is. I mean for all we know he could be an equivalent to Clim CaDiddle Hopper "
Crewe was somewhere between insane and genius. In my head I knew there was at least some logic in what he was saying, but my heart said no. Crewe looked at his watch and then snapped his fingers. "Fizzle sticks!" he blurted out before slapping my hand. "Judy you bad girl, why didn't you tell me it was near 1:15, you know I have to meet a group at 1:45. I swear if I didn't love you so much I'd fire you."
"Do you want me to get the car?" I asked.
"Yes. By the time I go tinkle I should be out there by the time the car comes around."
We were exiting the elevator on the 7th floor when we suddenly heard obscenities somewhere off in the distance; I looked to Crewe who put a finger up in assurance as he started towards the ruckus. "Woah, hey Toto watch the language, you're not in New York anymore!"
"Crewe! What are you doing here?" Another voice said in recognition.
I peeked around the wall and gasped and pinned my hand to my flip-flopping heart. There, right; there was a little Italian man and my Mr. Short Shorts. I watched as my boss and friend shifted his wait to one hip. "Well hello there, young-young-young-young, young man!" he giggled flustered and I wanted to kick him. I peeked my head out again.
"Scorpio?"
"No, Gaudio." Said Mr. Short Shorts-I mean Bob and I sighed dreamily.
"No silly!" demanded Crewe. "I mean when is your birthday?"
They exchanged birth dates and since they were a few weeks apart and Crewe and I were a few weeks apart that meant our signs matched up; which, didn't really matter to me but it was one less thing for Crewe to complain about.
"Oh the stars are in alinement!" Crewe burst, he said something else too but I was caught off guard when they rounded the corner and he snatched me by the arm. "Judy, cancel all my other appointments. I'm about to make some magic"
"it better be music magic." I say to him quietly. "Because that young-young-young-young, young man is my Mr. Short Shorts! I have dibs."
Crewe bit his lip before an idea light his eyes. "Don't worry Cinderella, I will take care of everything!" and that is how it all began.
Here's Judy, I thought I would put some fact into my fiction Bob Gaudio is actually married to a girl named Judy Parker who actually helped produce some of their songs. Judy is going to be my girl group buff and I just love Crewe! he's like my third favorite character in the movie!
thanks for the reviews. since I do actually have reviews on this happy to say :) I am open to any ideas. so if anyone wants to see something particular or thinks something would be good, tell me and i'll try to work it in :)
