Disclaimer: I own nothing here, characters are JK Rowlings, the plot is the
late Johnny Larson and the idea to mix is my best friend, Chelle's. I'm
just the mastermind to through 'em all together.
Dean Thomas sat in the kitchen of the small New York City apartment he'd been sharing with Seamus Finnigan. They had shared the same 3 rooms since graduating from Hogwarts with four of their closest friends. He tapped his pen on the note pad, and listened to Seamus, who was desperately trying to tune his Fender guitar.
"For gods' sake, Seamus," Dean said, looking up, "give it a rest."
"Sorry, D. I've just gotta get my mind off of Susan." He said, thinking back 2years. Dean had been at the Life Café, Malfoy teaching at MIT, and he had been trying to put a band together, leaving Susan Bones alone to face her appointment at the local health clinic.
When Seamus opened the door the saw the bloody note on the refrigerator.
"Seamus,
Honey, I'm sorry to tell you this, but we've got AIDS. I love you!
Susan."
He had found her in the bathroom, with both of her wrists slit. It was that sight that sent him on his long road of drugs and her memory that sent him to rehab.
"Damn it! Shea, I can't do this anymore." Dean swore, using a nickname from their school days. "It's so hard filming, trying to stick to a script. I'm so close to just giving up on the whole film!"
"D, don't give up! Just 86 the script. Do the whole thing impromptu, like you did all of your exams. It'll be just like the good old days!"
"That's a crazy idea, so crazy it just may work." Dean grabbed his camera and started filming. "It's Christmas eve, December 24th, almost 9pm eastern standard time. Like Shea said, from here on in it's without a script. Hey, give us a smile!"
"This damn guitar won't tune!"
"Yeah, we hear. Maybe it's 'cause you haven't played it in years!" Dean and Shea jumped as the phone rang. "Thank the gods we screen our calls."
Dean Thomas sat in the kitchen of the small New York City apartment he'd been sharing with Seamus Finnigan. They had shared the same 3 rooms since graduating from Hogwarts with four of their closest friends. He tapped his pen on the note pad, and listened to Seamus, who was desperately trying to tune his Fender guitar.
"For gods' sake, Seamus," Dean said, looking up, "give it a rest."
"Sorry, D. I've just gotta get my mind off of Susan." He said, thinking back 2years. Dean had been at the Life Café, Malfoy teaching at MIT, and he had been trying to put a band together, leaving Susan Bones alone to face her appointment at the local health clinic.
When Seamus opened the door the saw the bloody note on the refrigerator.
"Seamus,
Honey, I'm sorry to tell you this, but we've got AIDS. I love you!
Susan."
He had found her in the bathroom, with both of her wrists slit. It was that sight that sent him on his long road of drugs and her memory that sent him to rehab.
"Damn it! Shea, I can't do this anymore." Dean swore, using a nickname from their school days. "It's so hard filming, trying to stick to a script. I'm so close to just giving up on the whole film!"
"D, don't give up! Just 86 the script. Do the whole thing impromptu, like you did all of your exams. It'll be just like the good old days!"
"That's a crazy idea, so crazy it just may work." Dean grabbed his camera and started filming. "It's Christmas eve, December 24th, almost 9pm eastern standard time. Like Shea said, from here on in it's without a script. Hey, give us a smile!"
"This damn guitar won't tune!"
"Yeah, we hear. Maybe it's 'cause you haven't played it in years!" Dean and Shea jumped as the phone rang. "Thank the gods we screen our calls."