(A/N: I warned about OOCness, yes? Well... here it is. Please don't kill me, it was simply filler. Also Christophe's song is made up by me. I didn't feel like finding actual song lyrics so I just wrote shit down. Enjoy... I suppose...)
Luckily Christophe wasn't an amazing songwriter. He knew how to read music, per request of Gregory, and he had learned how to play the guitar to get him and Gregory into an exclusive club to kill a target once. But that didn't make him Mozart by a long shot. The melody was simple, just a few chords repeating, and changing slightly at one line that Gregory assumed was the chorus because it was repeated. Still, as Al finished his speech, Gregory wasn't quite sure he could sing along to this song Christophe had written and presented to him a mere five minutes ago.
"And now, an original song by the two super darlings whose ideas brought us all here," Al said. Everyone applauded and Christophe spit out his cigarette and stamped it out with his foot. He grabbed the guitar and looked at Gregory as a way of asking if he was ready. Gregory shot him an annoyed glare but nodded. The two went on stage and Gregory took the mic as Christophe tuned his guitar.
"Hello again," he smiled. "Just as a foreword, I was only just informed of this song so I don't quite have the words down." Christophe laughed slightly, and Gregory was tempted to slap him, but from what he knew, boyfriends didn't normally do that to each other. Gregory cleared his throat and put the sheet music on a stand that someone brought for him. Christophe began to strum a few chords, then picked up a steady strumming pattern.
The world changes all around us
and we adapt to survive
But something here has clouded us
and we forgot how to stay alive
Our lives were changed and fucked up
to a point of no return
We tell our stories again and again
but the lesson won't be learned
The ones in command will keep us at bay
For how long, we'll never know, so I cannot say
But know that I can promise you that before your dying day
I'll take you hand in my hand and lead you far away
Gregory hummed the tune for a little, as a transition into the chorus. It was actually a pretty melody, though the lyrics were oddly cliche for Christophe to write. He had probably written them after Kenny's death when neither of them could sleep.
You find one small thing in this world
that you can call your own
But Death steals it away from you
and to the wind it's blown
Those precious things become memories,
a shitty substitute
But God and karma are both bitches
who have caught up to you
The ones in command will keep us at bay
For how long, we'll never know, so I cannot say
But know that I can promise you that before your dying day
I'll take you hand in my hand and lead you far away
Christophe strummed a repeating bridge for a while, and Gregory looked back at him. He didn't seem half bad for a moment. He seemed more like one of the artists with a lost soul that they tried to express through combat boots and fake bandages, though Christophe's were real. He caught himself smiling warmly before he began to panic. Oh God, was he become one of those stupid saps you see in all the movies, falling for the dashing brunette who can strum a few chords on a guitar? This town was doing strange things to his mind that Gregory wasn't quite sure he liked.
In the end it's all inevitable
and you can never hide
But as soon you embrace that
and give up on your pride
That's the moment when they come
to make you go astray
So come with me and say fuck it all
as we face a brand new day
Christophe slowed his strumming until he stopped and just knocked out the melody on the guitar.
The ones in command will keep us at bay
For how long, we'll never know, so I cannot say
But know that I can promise you that before your dying day
I'll take you hand in my hand and lead you far away
Gregory decided that for the sake of the crowd, and the fact that the feeling wouldn't stop nagging him, he was going to take Christophe's hand. He grabbed his partner's wrist and pulled him out his seat, then held the microphone between them. Christophe's eyes widened in shock and he looked either terrified or pissed off, but Gregory just smiled and sang the chorus one last time, inviting him to sing along.
The ones in command will keep us at bay
For how long, we'll never know, so I cannot say
But know that I can promise you that before your dying day
I'll take you hand in my hand and lead you far away
Christophe's gravely French accent stumbled over his own lyrics, but Gregory made sure they were singing the same words at the same time. Once the song was done, the whole crowd erupted in applause and Gregory turned off the microphone before looking at Christophe.
"Is this the part where we're supposed to kiss?" he asked jokingly. Christophe leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on his lips anyways. Nicotine and the spicy scent of aftershave. A different taste, maybe better.
"Oui," he smiled. Gregory discarded the microphone and did what he had been hesitant to do before at Stark's Pond- take another kiss for his own. He took Christophe by surprise, but the brunette reacted by accepting him and pulling him closer. By the time the clapping had died down, they broke apart, both wearing strange stupid grins on their face.
"With ze way you are acteeng, I am t'inking maybe zat Craig fellow was onto somezing, non?" Christophe asked a mocking tone.
"With the way I'm acting? You took the initiative," Gregory teased back. They both grinned again before realizing how entirely unprofessional they were both being and pulled apart from each other, looking off the the sides on the stage to hide their blushes from each other. As Gregory turned though, he saw a mass of red sitting on a bench beyond the crowd, glaring daggers at him. Eric Cartman had been there the whole time.
(A/N: Was the song bearable? Yes, no? Sorry. Anyways YES CARTMAN WAS THERE WATCHING THEM. Get ready for legitimate plot to happen next chapter, no more of this random exposition fluff. Reviews please!)