Tell it Again Joe
By
Chyna Rose (Chynarose8@hotmail.com)
Disclaimer: I
don't own Digimon, Casablanca, or the Piano Man. This is my third Digimon fanfic- I may end up doing one for all
the Digidestined from both season one and two. Send feedback.
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Play it again Sam.
Casablanca, Hollywood, the 1950s.
The same old tune time and time again.
Everyone expected him to play it.
Did Sam even like 'it'?
He played 'it' again,
And again,
And again.
Did he ever come to hate it?
"I
can't believe you didn't bring it!"
"I
didn't know I was supposed to!"
"Tai,
we only told you to bring it, oh about a million times!"
"You
should know by now that you shouldn't rely on goggle head here. I'm surprised he remembered to come at all."
"Matt,
please don't start this again."
"I'm
not starting anything. I'm just stating
a fact. Tai's the one who forgot to
bring the…"
"Are
you calling me irresponsible?!"
"Sure took you long enough to figure that
out. Well they say
that if the shoe fits, wear it."
"I
am not irresponsible! And I'm not slow."
"Yeah
right."
"Why
I oughta…"
"Guys,
enough of this! Break it up. You both are acting worse than a pair of
three year olds."
"But
he started it…"
"I
did not start this, you did."
"Did
not."
"Did
to."
"Did
not."
"Did
to."
"Did
not."
"Did
to…"
"Joe! I
swear we can't take these two anywhere. They are absolutely impossible."
Play it again Sam,
The same old song.
The same old fight.
Same old responses.
Predictable.
Boring.
Don't they ever get tired of it all?
I know I do.
It's like a dance with us.
They fight,
We complain,
We break it up.
A song;
Note after note,
Chord after chord,
Refrains repeating into infinity-
The Matt verses Tai chorus.
"Now,
if you two can stop fighting for five minutes, we've got a lot of work
to do. Matt and TK, you take one side
of the room. Sora, you and Tai take the
other. Put up decorations, set up the
tables and chairs, and stay out of each others way. I don't want another fight breaking out today. Izzy can you set up the music with Joe? I'll start getting the refreshments ready."
Good ole Sam,
Play it again.
I know it's all you play,
But you don't mind.
Just once I'd like to change;
Play something new.
Be anything but reliable.
Ask me to pick up the cake,
Tote the boxes,
Stop the match,
Stall the guest of honor,
Capture the moon,
Play it again.
Ordinary or impossible,
Ask and it shall be done;
For I am Joe the Reliable.
"When
do you think Cody will get here?"
"Not
for at least an hour. Yolie and Davis
are going to keep him busy before then."
"Is
Ken coming?"
"I
don't know. Last time I talked to
Davis, Davis said he might."
"You
know, I just thought of something."
"That's
a stretch."
"Shut
up Matt!"
"Make
me!"
"Guys!
For the last time; stop fighting. Now what were you saying Tai?"
"Why
is it that Davis seems to know Ken's every move?"
"They're
friends."
"And
Kari, didn't you say that Davis was the first to forgive Ken; even before he
had a chance to prove that he had changed?"
"Your
point Tai?"
"You
don't think that they're…"
"God,
you're such an idiot!"
"Tai,
Ken and Davis are just friends, nothing more. In fact they both have crushes on me. Ken just happens to be a little more subtle then Davis on that front."
"What's
it matter to you if they are, anyway? I'm pretty sure they don't speculate about you and Sora that way."
"Leave
me and Sora out of this!"
"Touchy. You saying there's something going on
between you two that we don't know about?"
"I
am not saying anything. We're just
friends. Can't a guy and a girl be
friends without everyone thinking that they're in love?"
"You're
the one who started it with thinking Ken and Davis are together. I mean, you might as well say that there's
something between us."
"You
are so dead Matt!"
"Tai,
Matt, shut up! Tai, go to the bakery and pick up the cake now- like you
were supposed to in the first place."
"If
you don't get lost first, that is."
"That's
it! You are toast!"
"I'll
go pick up the cake Kari."
"Thanks
Joe. I knew I could always count on
you. As opposed to these boneheads here."
Count on you.
Play it again;
Till your fingers bleed,
And you hear 'it' in you head wherever you go.
Play it again;
Until you get so sick of it,
You scream and smash the piano.
Play it like clockwork,
So you don't even have to think about it.
You sit down,
And you play automatically.
There is no room for change.
Try as you might,
No matter what you promise yourself,
You are reliable.
You always can be counted on,
To do the same thing,
Play the same song.
You've played it all your life.
You've always been asked to do it,
And done what you've been asked to do.
Once more and again.
It has taken over you soul Sam,
As my song has stolen mine.
We sit at our respective pianos;
Shouldering our respective burdens.
And after we have nothing more left to give,
We will sit there,
And play the damned song again.
"Sing us a song you're the piano man. Sing us a song tonight. For we're all in the mood for a melody. And you have us feeling all right."
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Author's Note: I've done it again, it
seems. I never thought I'd write
Digimon fanfic, let alone a series of it. And I'm still doing the ambiguity thing. As the series stands, there will be Taito. I think. I probably should mention that I'm becoming a big fan of Taito-
but will read most any yaoi. I think
all the Kensuke has seeped into my brain; I'm starting to see the odd coincidences
that 'support' that pairing in the show. At least I think I am. Who's to
say none of the Digidestined can't see something between those two- even if it's
simply a trick of the light, or a projection of themselves. The words that look smaller than the others,
are words said mainly to the speaker's self. You know, that thing muttered under your breath that you don't want any
one else to hear. This fic was written between
1 am and 2 am. It sounded like a good
idea at the time. Let me know what you
think.