Title: Uncertainty
Author: Sparkling Diamond Satine
Warning: Cheesy story that I decided to write during my school's production of 'Singin' in the Rain.' (And ooh it was raining during the performance…and they were singing…haha) There will probably be some inside jokes…only because I love our inside jokes to the play…they're so great!
If you want to know the summary, it's in chapter 1.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything that doesn't belong to me…'cuz you know that wouldn't make sense and I like to make sense most of the time. The song "You Stepped Out of a Dream" belongs to someone…I forget who wrote it, but whoever did, it belongs to them!
Chapter 1 also has some important notes. Read those before reading this!
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Chapter 2~Top 15 Reasons/The Red Room
Top 15 Reasons You Know You've Been In Pit Orchestra Too Long
15. You can name all the songs in the musical, including the scene change music.
14. You know all the cuts by heart.
13. You know the numbers of the songs by heart.
12. You know the lyrics to all the songs.
11. You can tune perfectly to the piano.
10. You have all the music downloaded, even though it's really bad music.
9. You are mad because they don't have the exact music you play up for downloading.
8. You hate the color black after wearing it throughout Hell Week.
7. You are forced to play four of more different instruments…and you don't mind!
6. You make jokes about how you're going to marry a member of the cast.
5. You think that the fact that you used "Jeopardy" music for a scene is "way cool"
4. You think the battery-powered pit lights are cheap, but the plug- in lights are just incredibly annoying.
3. You joined pit orchestra just to watch the conductor make funny faces at the corny parts.
2. You've managed to shove down 2 slices of pizza in 10 minutes for dinner break when the pizza ended up delivered late.
And last but certainly not least…
1. You know the lines of the show better than the actors do!
The Red Room
I woke up after the woman I came to know as Marie passed some funny- smelling aroma past my nose. I coughed a bit, but I didn't think I was in for too much trouble. I mean, it was just a fainting spell, right? I'm not going to die like Satine did in the movie…I'm shivering just thinking about it!
"These…silly costumes!" I said. "It's amazing how we can even breathe wearing these…" I said, struggling to get up.
"Is everything all right?" a man, who I recognized to be the stage manager, said.
"Nothing for you to be worried about," Marie said, sending an icy glare towards the man.
"Then let's not keep those men waiting. We've got a show, and Zidler's losing patience!" the man said.
I looked at Marie after she held the cloth to my mouth while I was coughing, and I didn't like the look on my face. I was dying…it was just like in the movie! Well…I'll have to pretend that I don't know what's going on. I can't change the movie…it might end up changing the future as we know it! I can't let this get to me…
Once everyone left to continue their show, I got up and fumbled through the clothes looking for that one really cool red dress that I've always wanted to wear. I figured…if it worked for Satine in the movie, it couldn't hurt now! I just couldn't wait to meet my Christian…so cute!
I slipped into the dress and let Marie tie my corset. "Do you think I'll be like the great Sarah?" I asked.
"You're just as talented as she…I believe you could pull it off," Marie said, sweetly.
"One day I'm going to fly away…yes I'm going to fly away!" I said, mostly to the bird that was next to me.
"Is everything okay?" a voice behind me asked. It was Zidler, and he was coming in after watching the dancers do the Hunkadola with some men.
"Everything's fine, Harold…how do I look?" I asked, turning around to show my red dress with black gloves.
"You look perfect! The Duke won't be able to resist you, strawberry! Everything's going so well!" he said, dancing around the room.
~*~
I was starting to get nervous, like any man who is waiting for a girl in an elephant would. I took my hat off and placed it behind my back, trying to assure myself that everything would be fine. I searched my mind for the best poem, but nothing was coming to me! I'm no poet…I'm an actor!
"How do I look? Poetic…enough?" the girl asked, and I turned around. I gasped a "yes" as I noticed just how seductive she looked…the black outfit…ah!
"This is the perfect place for a poetry reading, don't you think? Now, how about we have some refreshments before we get started. A drink, perhaps? Some champagne?" she asked.
"Well…I thought we'd just get it over with…" I said, nervously.
"Well!" she said, dropping the champagne back in the bucket. "Then why don't you come over here?" she asked, walking over to the bed, and patting it very seductively. It was hard not to resist!
"I prefer to do it standing…" I stammered out.
Satine started to get up, a bit annoyed with what I was saying. She could be a good actress, though…one of the best if she is acting.
"Well…I don't mean that you have to stand…it's just that what I do may take a while…it is really quite modern!" I said. What was I saying? I don't even know where any of this is coming from…it's as if I'm acting a part but the lines are already in my head and I don't need to memorize them. "I hope you like what I do…" I whispered, not really meaning to say it out loud.
"I'm sure I will!" she said, staring in disbelief.
I turned around and tried to think of something to say. I could tell she was getting a bit too excited when I tried to form a poem, but nothing would end up happening…I was way to nervous to think of anything!
"What's wrong?" Satine asked.
"I'm…nervous…I need inspiration!" I stumbled over my words pitifully. No girl has done this to me before!
"I see…let mummy help!" she said, advancing toward me. She pulled on my zipper and dragged me to the bed. "Let's make love!"
"WHAT?" I asked, horrified. Sure, I'm a guy…and guys like sex. But this is just not one of those moments you feel sex is appropriate.
"Tell me the truth, can you feel the poetry?" she asked, fiddling with my pants. I was in a moment of pure pleasure, and I'm not about to describe it…because it's personal and you have no right to know it!
I heard a voice say, "He's got a huge talent." I think it belonged to Toulouse. And Satine didn't seem to hear it, so all is well!
I stumbled out of the bed and found myself saying things that just seemed to pop into my head. "Isn't it funny…this feeling inside. I'm not one of those who can easily hide!" I began.
Satine seemed to become even naughtier than before…and I was really confused as to what she was doing, but it was funny!
I went through the rest of the poem, before I realized that that was actually from a song I had heard once…but that's not important. To silence Satine, I started singing a song that I remembered Frankie singing in 'Singin in the Rain."
You
Stepped out of a dream,
You are too wonderful
To be what you seem.
Could there be eyes like yours?
Could there be lips like yours?
Could there be smiles like yours,
Honest and truly?
You
Stepped out of a cloud,
I want to take you away
Away from the crowd,
And have you all to myself,
Alone and apart.
Out of a dream
Safe into my heart.
I took Satine's hand and we seemed to fly out onto the rooftop of some old building. We danced through the song, and then I continued.
You
Stepped out of a cloud,
I want to take you away
Away from the crowd,
And have you all to myself,
Alone and apart.
Out of a dream,
Safe into my heart...
Wa-dee-la-la
Out of a dream!
When I was finished, I arched her back and leaned over me. I couldn't believe it…I felt as if I meant each and every word I sang. I just hope she felt the same.
~*~
Hearing those words from Christian's mouth confirmed my beliefs that Christian was indeed not himself. Now I just had to figure out whether that was Frankie inside Christian or Chris…the man who I secretly wanted him to be.
"I can't believe it…I'm in love with a young…handsome…talented Duke!" I said, even though I knew very well he wasn't the Duke. I just needed to play my part out as much as possible.
"Duke?" he asked.
"Not that the title's important…of course," I said, smiling.
"I'm not a Duke," he said, laughing.
"Not a DUKE?" I asked, pulling away from him. I hated to hurt him like this, but it was the only way I could get him into hiding before the Duke came in to discover Christian too early.
"I'm a writer!"
"A WRITER??"
"Toulouse…" he said, becoming nervous again.
"You're not one of Toulouse's oh-so-talented, charmingly Bohemian, tragically impoverished poets?" I asked, not really needing to hear the answer.
"Well…yes."
"I'm going to kill him!" I said, not really meaning that at all. "If you're not the Duke…" I said, walking towards the door, beginning to open it. "THE DUKE!" I said, nervously, and slammed the door on the Duke. "HIDE!"
~*~
End: Chapter 2
Author: Sparkling Diamond Satine
Warning: Cheesy story that I decided to write during my school's production of 'Singin' in the Rain.' (And ooh it was raining during the performance…and they were singing…haha) There will probably be some inside jokes…only because I love our inside jokes to the play…they're so great!
If you want to know the summary, it's in chapter 1.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything that doesn't belong to me…'cuz you know that wouldn't make sense and I like to make sense most of the time. The song "You Stepped Out of a Dream" belongs to someone…I forget who wrote it, but whoever did, it belongs to them!
Chapter 1 also has some important notes. Read those before reading this!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Chapter 2~Top 15 Reasons/The Red Room
Top 15 Reasons You Know You've Been In Pit Orchestra Too Long
15. You can name all the songs in the musical, including the scene change music.
14. You know all the cuts by heart.
13. You know the numbers of the songs by heart.
12. You know the lyrics to all the songs.
11. You can tune perfectly to the piano.
10. You have all the music downloaded, even though it's really bad music.
9. You are mad because they don't have the exact music you play up for downloading.
8. You hate the color black after wearing it throughout Hell Week.
7. You are forced to play four of more different instruments…and you don't mind!
6. You make jokes about how you're going to marry a member of the cast.
5. You think that the fact that you used "Jeopardy" music for a scene is "way cool"
4. You think the battery-powered pit lights are cheap, but the plug- in lights are just incredibly annoying.
3. You joined pit orchestra just to watch the conductor make funny faces at the corny parts.
2. You've managed to shove down 2 slices of pizza in 10 minutes for dinner break when the pizza ended up delivered late.
And last but certainly not least…
1. You know the lines of the show better than the actors do!
The Red Room
I woke up after the woman I came to know as Marie passed some funny- smelling aroma past my nose. I coughed a bit, but I didn't think I was in for too much trouble. I mean, it was just a fainting spell, right? I'm not going to die like Satine did in the movie…I'm shivering just thinking about it!
"These…silly costumes!" I said. "It's amazing how we can even breathe wearing these…" I said, struggling to get up.
"Is everything all right?" a man, who I recognized to be the stage manager, said.
"Nothing for you to be worried about," Marie said, sending an icy glare towards the man.
"Then let's not keep those men waiting. We've got a show, and Zidler's losing patience!" the man said.
I looked at Marie after she held the cloth to my mouth while I was coughing, and I didn't like the look on my face. I was dying…it was just like in the movie! Well…I'll have to pretend that I don't know what's going on. I can't change the movie…it might end up changing the future as we know it! I can't let this get to me…
Once everyone left to continue their show, I got up and fumbled through the clothes looking for that one really cool red dress that I've always wanted to wear. I figured…if it worked for Satine in the movie, it couldn't hurt now! I just couldn't wait to meet my Christian…so cute!
I slipped into the dress and let Marie tie my corset. "Do you think I'll be like the great Sarah?" I asked.
"You're just as talented as she…I believe you could pull it off," Marie said, sweetly.
"One day I'm going to fly away…yes I'm going to fly away!" I said, mostly to the bird that was next to me.
"Is everything okay?" a voice behind me asked. It was Zidler, and he was coming in after watching the dancers do the Hunkadola with some men.
"Everything's fine, Harold…how do I look?" I asked, turning around to show my red dress with black gloves.
"You look perfect! The Duke won't be able to resist you, strawberry! Everything's going so well!" he said, dancing around the room.
~*~
I was starting to get nervous, like any man who is waiting for a girl in an elephant would. I took my hat off and placed it behind my back, trying to assure myself that everything would be fine. I searched my mind for the best poem, but nothing was coming to me! I'm no poet…I'm an actor!
"How do I look? Poetic…enough?" the girl asked, and I turned around. I gasped a "yes" as I noticed just how seductive she looked…the black outfit…ah!
"This is the perfect place for a poetry reading, don't you think? Now, how about we have some refreshments before we get started. A drink, perhaps? Some champagne?" she asked.
"Well…I thought we'd just get it over with…" I said, nervously.
"Well!" she said, dropping the champagne back in the bucket. "Then why don't you come over here?" she asked, walking over to the bed, and patting it very seductively. It was hard not to resist!
"I prefer to do it standing…" I stammered out.
Satine started to get up, a bit annoyed with what I was saying. She could be a good actress, though…one of the best if she is acting.
"Well…I don't mean that you have to stand…it's just that what I do may take a while…it is really quite modern!" I said. What was I saying? I don't even know where any of this is coming from…it's as if I'm acting a part but the lines are already in my head and I don't need to memorize them. "I hope you like what I do…" I whispered, not really meaning to say it out loud.
"I'm sure I will!" she said, staring in disbelief.
I turned around and tried to think of something to say. I could tell she was getting a bit too excited when I tried to form a poem, but nothing would end up happening…I was way to nervous to think of anything!
"What's wrong?" Satine asked.
"I'm…nervous…I need inspiration!" I stumbled over my words pitifully. No girl has done this to me before!
"I see…let mummy help!" she said, advancing toward me. She pulled on my zipper and dragged me to the bed. "Let's make love!"
"WHAT?" I asked, horrified. Sure, I'm a guy…and guys like sex. But this is just not one of those moments you feel sex is appropriate.
"Tell me the truth, can you feel the poetry?" she asked, fiddling with my pants. I was in a moment of pure pleasure, and I'm not about to describe it…because it's personal and you have no right to know it!
I heard a voice say, "He's got a huge talent." I think it belonged to Toulouse. And Satine didn't seem to hear it, so all is well!
I stumbled out of the bed and found myself saying things that just seemed to pop into my head. "Isn't it funny…this feeling inside. I'm not one of those who can easily hide!" I began.
Satine seemed to become even naughtier than before…and I was really confused as to what she was doing, but it was funny!
I went through the rest of the poem, before I realized that that was actually from a song I had heard once…but that's not important. To silence Satine, I started singing a song that I remembered Frankie singing in 'Singin in the Rain."
You
Stepped out of a dream,
You are too wonderful
To be what you seem.
Could there be eyes like yours?
Could there be lips like yours?
Could there be smiles like yours,
Honest and truly?
You
Stepped out of a cloud,
I want to take you away
Away from the crowd,
And have you all to myself,
Alone and apart.
Out of a dream
Safe into my heart.
I took Satine's hand and we seemed to fly out onto the rooftop of some old building. We danced through the song, and then I continued.
You
Stepped out of a cloud,
I want to take you away
Away from the crowd,
And have you all to myself,
Alone and apart.
Out of a dream,
Safe into my heart...
Wa-dee-la-la
Out of a dream!
When I was finished, I arched her back and leaned over me. I couldn't believe it…I felt as if I meant each and every word I sang. I just hope she felt the same.
~*~
Hearing those words from Christian's mouth confirmed my beliefs that Christian was indeed not himself. Now I just had to figure out whether that was Frankie inside Christian or Chris…the man who I secretly wanted him to be.
"I can't believe it…I'm in love with a young…handsome…talented Duke!" I said, even though I knew very well he wasn't the Duke. I just needed to play my part out as much as possible.
"Duke?" he asked.
"Not that the title's important…of course," I said, smiling.
"I'm not a Duke," he said, laughing.
"Not a DUKE?" I asked, pulling away from him. I hated to hurt him like this, but it was the only way I could get him into hiding before the Duke came in to discover Christian too early.
"I'm a writer!"
"A WRITER??"
"Toulouse…" he said, becoming nervous again.
"You're not one of Toulouse's oh-so-talented, charmingly Bohemian, tragically impoverished poets?" I asked, not really needing to hear the answer.
"Well…yes."
"I'm going to kill him!" I said, not really meaning that at all. "If you're not the Duke…" I said, walking towards the door, beginning to open it. "THE DUKE!" I said, nervously, and slammed the door on the Duke. "HIDE!"
~*~
End: Chapter 2