G.G.
I apologize for the misspelling of G.G. I missed the name in the show (getting ice cream) so I assumed until I read the shooting script that it was Gigi.
November (9th) was the date I started. I'm slow, I know.
GIGI
A story that takes place starting when Gigi is six (with plenty of flashbacks). About
mothers, daughters, grandparents, sisters, lovers, and, of course, a child with one
of the most unfortunate names ever. I'm not going to waste time begging for reviews. I just had this idea and wanted to get it out.
"Hi Gigi."
The glittery pink hair scrunchie that bit tightly into her wrist held a sudden unexpected fascination. A soft hi tumbled out of her lips, but was lost in the flowers that weaved up her jeans and shirt.
Her mother poked her back, not so that two women in front of her would notice, but hard enough so that it was clear to the six year old that good behavior and toothy, pearly-white smiles were expected of her. She looked up at her mother, wearing a flowing white dress and with roses that were "the new red" matching the pattern on Gigi's clothing. Her mother looked beautiful. The corner of her mouth twitched and out came:
"Lorelai! Rory! It's so nice to see you again! Our visits have become practically annual!" her mother's smile seemed a bit to wide. Gigi folded her hands in her lap and forced herself to blush prettily when Rory made a comment on how big she'd gotten. Once her half sister looked away she let out her breath and rested a cold hand on her red cheek.
"Gigi's gotten a head start on the lemonade. Would you ladies care for a beverage?"
"Something hot," Rory said, smiling, "it's snowing outside."
"Yes, I know. I hate this weather."
"Something spiked," Lorelai muttered in a grumble intended for Rory. Rory pretended she hadn't heard and kept the smile on her face. Gigi leaned closer to Lorelai, hoping for more unknown words that she could later find the meaning to.
Lorelai grimaced as she sipped the tea that the hostess had poured. Her pinkie raised slightly and she made eye contact with Rory. Gigi watched as Rory - unbeknownst to the chatting matriarch of the Hayden household - poked Lorelai in the back, causing the older woman to sit up straighter smile at Gigi's mother. Gigi wanted to lean back into the velvety couch but she knew that would result in a lecture on posture from her mother. She straightened up.
"So, Gigi, how's school?" asked Lorelai. Rory gave her a slight nod.
"Okay," she whispered to her lap. She could feel her mother's blue eyes boring into her hair.
A silence descended upon them. Gigi searched desperately for words in the curtains that were drawn over the window. They weren't very nice curtains - icky was the intense words she was looking for. She raised her nails to her lips and bit the edge of one, feeling the Barbie Pink Peel-Off non-Toxic nail polish wrinkle off into her mouth. Her mother was still staring at her. She dropped her nail and picked up a napkin, coughing out her nail polish.
Lorelai had observed the spectacle wearing a disgusted expression. Her mother gave a desperate giggle, "Gigi, kitty-puss, don't bite your nails. That's why we got you that nail polish, remember? So when you bite, you have to taste the stuff," Gigi watched as the speaker turned back to face the mother and daughter, something that looked like a smirk in her eyes, directed at Lorelai. Rory didn't seem to notice it.
"That was smart of you, Sherry," Lorelai complimented hollowly.
"And," her mother added with gusto, "the only colors they had were hideous, so I just bought clear and painted it over a nice, sensible color that we liked."
Gigi stared harder at her hands. She hated this color.
No one spoke for a moment. Lorelai turned to Gigi again, "so, Gigi, do you have a boyfriend?"
Rory rolled her eyes. Sherry laughed heartily, giving Gigi a lipsticky kiss on the cheek.
"No, no, no..." her mother kept on giggling.
"I'm only six."
"Really?" Lorelai gasped, "I could've sworn you were fifteen!" Rory poked her, "okay, maybe just thirteen." Rory collapsed back into the couch. Gigi noted Rory's posture. It was fine.
"So, how are you, Rory?" Gigi's mother inquired with enthusiasm.
Rory looked at the older woman seated next to her, who's eyes had gone to the alphabetized CD collection on the wall.
"Very well, thank you," she answered slowly, stressing the polite period at the end of the sentence. Sherry looked slightly taken aback, "Rory, honey, are you okay? You can always confide in me, you know."
"She's fine," Lorelai injected, her eyes hard.
Sherry's lip curled a bit, but she got back her smile, "and you, Lorelai?"
"Peachy," she winced, and Gigi noticed that Rory's hand had disappeared. Lorelai put on a grin, "my inn..."
Gigi chose that moment to choke on one of the frilly cookies her mom set out for "company". Her mother swatted at her back gently and Lorelai managed a, "Gigi, are you okay?"
Once her fit had subsided, the silence returned.
"I got through Edelweiss today without any mistakes," Gigi blurted out, her hands groping nervously at her bracelet.
"Edelweiss?" Lorelai asked, ever so nicely.
"A piece on the flute I've been working on," she explained, her gaze returning to her fingernails.
"It was a very difficult piece," her mother added, waving her hand dismissivally, "from The Sound of Music, you know? Gigi has gotten so wonderful on the flute. She can play "Everybody Have Fun Tonight" so beautifully," Sherry giggled.
"It's really easy," Gigi whispered, her cheeks coloring again.
"I don't like Wang Chung," Lorelai said, offhand. Rory sighed.
"I didn't know you played the flute," Rory smiled and leaned forward.
"Rory has no musical talent whatsoever," Lorelai laughed. Her laugh was pretty, but it was so obviously fake, "When I was sixteen, I loved the Go-Go's and the Bangles. I was going to name Rory Belinda or Susanna. You can imagine my disappointment when I found she only vocally covered one octave. Not that I can say that there was any hope of her inheriting any sort of voice from either me or your father," Lorelai laughed again. Rory smiled. Gigi's mother smiled.
Gigi quickly counted out numbers on her fingers, "you kept the same favorite bands all through high school and college and until you had Rory?" Gigi asked. Normally she avoided voluntary communication - children should be seen and not heard. But the silence and smiles were suffocating her.
Lorelai kept smiling and turned frantic eyes to Rory.
"Christopher's so sorry he can't be here until tomorrow," her mother spoke smoothly, glaring at Lorelai.
"That's quite all right," Lorelai grinned again. Rory was picking lint off her skirt.
"Business trip. We're so lucky he has such a successful business..."
Gigi sunk into the couch and inched away from her gushing mother. She wanted to go to the bathroom, get away from this. But it looked like she was going to have to stay and continue to blush through the insipid, "you've gotten so big comments." Compliment her absent father. And smile.
The view out the window was beautiful.
I apologize for the misspelling of G.G. I missed the name in the show (getting ice cream) so I assumed until I read the shooting script that it was Gigi.
November (9th) was the date I started. I'm slow, I know.
GIGI
A story that takes place starting when Gigi is six (with plenty of flashbacks). About
mothers, daughters, grandparents, sisters, lovers, and, of course, a child with one
of the most unfortunate names ever. I'm not going to waste time begging for reviews. I just had this idea and wanted to get it out.
"Hi Gigi."
The glittery pink hair scrunchie that bit tightly into her wrist held a sudden unexpected fascination. A soft hi tumbled out of her lips, but was lost in the flowers that weaved up her jeans and shirt.
Her mother poked her back, not so that two women in front of her would notice, but hard enough so that it was clear to the six year old that good behavior and toothy, pearly-white smiles were expected of her. She looked up at her mother, wearing a flowing white dress and with roses that were "the new red" matching the pattern on Gigi's clothing. Her mother looked beautiful. The corner of her mouth twitched and out came:
"Lorelai! Rory! It's so nice to see you again! Our visits have become practically annual!" her mother's smile seemed a bit to wide. Gigi folded her hands in her lap and forced herself to blush prettily when Rory made a comment on how big she'd gotten. Once her half sister looked away she let out her breath and rested a cold hand on her red cheek.
"Gigi's gotten a head start on the lemonade. Would you ladies care for a beverage?"
"Something hot," Rory said, smiling, "it's snowing outside."
"Yes, I know. I hate this weather."
"Something spiked," Lorelai muttered in a grumble intended for Rory. Rory pretended she hadn't heard and kept the smile on her face. Gigi leaned closer to Lorelai, hoping for more unknown words that she could later find the meaning to.
Lorelai grimaced as she sipped the tea that the hostess had poured. Her pinkie raised slightly and she made eye contact with Rory. Gigi watched as Rory - unbeknownst to the chatting matriarch of the Hayden household - poked Lorelai in the back, causing the older woman to sit up straighter smile at Gigi's mother. Gigi wanted to lean back into the velvety couch but she knew that would result in a lecture on posture from her mother. She straightened up.
"So, Gigi, how's school?" asked Lorelai. Rory gave her a slight nod.
"Okay," she whispered to her lap. She could feel her mother's blue eyes boring into her hair.
A silence descended upon them. Gigi searched desperately for words in the curtains that were drawn over the window. They weren't very nice curtains - icky was the intense words she was looking for. She raised her nails to her lips and bit the edge of one, feeling the Barbie Pink Peel-Off non-Toxic nail polish wrinkle off into her mouth. Her mother was still staring at her. She dropped her nail and picked up a napkin, coughing out her nail polish.
Lorelai had observed the spectacle wearing a disgusted expression. Her mother gave a desperate giggle, "Gigi, kitty-puss, don't bite your nails. That's why we got you that nail polish, remember? So when you bite, you have to taste the stuff," Gigi watched as the speaker turned back to face the mother and daughter, something that looked like a smirk in her eyes, directed at Lorelai. Rory didn't seem to notice it.
"That was smart of you, Sherry," Lorelai complimented hollowly.
"And," her mother added with gusto, "the only colors they had were hideous, so I just bought clear and painted it over a nice, sensible color that we liked."
Gigi stared harder at her hands. She hated this color.
No one spoke for a moment. Lorelai turned to Gigi again, "so, Gigi, do you have a boyfriend?"
Rory rolled her eyes. Sherry laughed heartily, giving Gigi a lipsticky kiss on the cheek.
"No, no, no..." her mother kept on giggling.
"I'm only six."
"Really?" Lorelai gasped, "I could've sworn you were fifteen!" Rory poked her, "okay, maybe just thirteen." Rory collapsed back into the couch. Gigi noted Rory's posture. It was fine.
"So, how are you, Rory?" Gigi's mother inquired with enthusiasm.
Rory looked at the older woman seated next to her, who's eyes had gone to the alphabetized CD collection on the wall.
"Very well, thank you," she answered slowly, stressing the polite period at the end of the sentence. Sherry looked slightly taken aback, "Rory, honey, are you okay? You can always confide in me, you know."
"She's fine," Lorelai injected, her eyes hard.
Sherry's lip curled a bit, but she got back her smile, "and you, Lorelai?"
"Peachy," she winced, and Gigi noticed that Rory's hand had disappeared. Lorelai put on a grin, "my inn..."
Gigi chose that moment to choke on one of the frilly cookies her mom set out for "company". Her mother swatted at her back gently and Lorelai managed a, "Gigi, are you okay?"
Once her fit had subsided, the silence returned.
"I got through Edelweiss today without any mistakes," Gigi blurted out, her hands groping nervously at her bracelet.
"Edelweiss?" Lorelai asked, ever so nicely.
"A piece on the flute I've been working on," she explained, her gaze returning to her fingernails.
"It was a very difficult piece," her mother added, waving her hand dismissivally, "from The Sound of Music, you know? Gigi has gotten so wonderful on the flute. She can play "Everybody Have Fun Tonight" so beautifully," Sherry giggled.
"It's really easy," Gigi whispered, her cheeks coloring again.
"I don't like Wang Chung," Lorelai said, offhand. Rory sighed.
"I didn't know you played the flute," Rory smiled and leaned forward.
"Rory has no musical talent whatsoever," Lorelai laughed. Her laugh was pretty, but it was so obviously fake, "When I was sixteen, I loved the Go-Go's and the Bangles. I was going to name Rory Belinda or Susanna. You can imagine my disappointment when I found she only vocally covered one octave. Not that I can say that there was any hope of her inheriting any sort of voice from either me or your father," Lorelai laughed again. Rory smiled. Gigi's mother smiled.
Gigi quickly counted out numbers on her fingers, "you kept the same favorite bands all through high school and college and until you had Rory?" Gigi asked. Normally she avoided voluntary communication - children should be seen and not heard. But the silence and smiles were suffocating her.
Lorelai kept smiling and turned frantic eyes to Rory.
"Christopher's so sorry he can't be here until tomorrow," her mother spoke smoothly, glaring at Lorelai.
"That's quite all right," Lorelai grinned again. Rory was picking lint off her skirt.
"Business trip. We're so lucky he has such a successful business..."
Gigi sunk into the couch and inched away from her gushing mother. She wanted to go to the bathroom, get away from this. But it looked like she was going to have to stay and continue to blush through the insipid, "you've gotten so big comments." Compliment her absent father. And smile.
The view out the window was beautiful.