All That Jazz
Author: hotaruchan2002
Disclaimer: Another stream of consciousness done by me. Writen in class. I don't own the characters, and I'm not sure whether I have the whole routine down, but none the less, I thought it was good.
As I frantically wash my hands clean, I hear someone shout at me that I'm on in two minutes. I mutter curses as I quickly make my way through the crowd backstage. Then I hear the music begin. I hop onto the little elevator and wait for my cue. I do one final check of my costume and my hands. The light shines down on me and makes my black beaded dress sparkle.
"Come on babe, why don't we paint the town?" I begin, slowly raising my head. "And all that jazz." As I move sensously across the stage, I can't push the image from my mind. "I'm gonna rouge my knees and role my stockings down..." The red of the blood, the two bodies laying lifelessly. "And all that jazz..." My sister Veronica and my husband Charlie, dead. "Start the car, I know a whoopie spot..." Then running, catching a cab out of there, to here. "Where the gin is cold, but the piano's hot!" This bar type place where people come to watch women like me sing and dance for their pleasure. " It's just a noisy hall where there's a nightly brawl..." And right on cue, a bar fight breaks out in the corner. "And allll thaat jaaazzzz."
While I dance on stage, I frantically search around the dimly lit room to make sure the coppers aren't here. I didn't mean to kill them, those lying cheating bastards. I completely blacked out. How long had they been cheating? They deserved it, they had it coming!
"Find a flask we're playing fast and loose..." I begin again, slowly being surrounded by male and female dancers. "Right up here is where I store the juice..." I hate this part. I begin to swing my hips and two random male dancers attach to my waist and lift me up. I continue to sing, not really concentrating because I've done this so many times it's permanently engrained in my head. Alright, almost done, and no cops. Okay, last trick, let's do this. I flip, land doing the splits, get lifted up by male dancers by my legs, and get spun around.
"And...." I'm almost done, just keep going, everything is going great. "All that..." Oh no, not now, this isn't good. The cops are here, they're going to arrest me, I know it. Just let me get off the stage before they do, please good sweet lord, please. "Jazzz!"
Author: hotaruchan2002
Disclaimer: Another stream of consciousness done by me. Writen in class. I don't own the characters, and I'm not sure whether I have the whole routine down, but none the less, I thought it was good.
As I frantically wash my hands clean, I hear someone shout at me that I'm on in two minutes. I mutter curses as I quickly make my way through the crowd backstage. Then I hear the music begin. I hop onto the little elevator and wait for my cue. I do one final check of my costume and my hands. The light shines down on me and makes my black beaded dress sparkle.
"Come on babe, why don't we paint the town?" I begin, slowly raising my head. "And all that jazz." As I move sensously across the stage, I can't push the image from my mind. "I'm gonna rouge my knees and role my stockings down..." The red of the blood, the two bodies laying lifelessly. "And all that jazz..." My sister Veronica and my husband Charlie, dead. "Start the car, I know a whoopie spot..." Then running, catching a cab out of there, to here. "Where the gin is cold, but the piano's hot!" This bar type place where people come to watch women like me sing and dance for their pleasure. " It's just a noisy hall where there's a nightly brawl..." And right on cue, a bar fight breaks out in the corner. "And allll thaat jaaazzzz."
While I dance on stage, I frantically search around the dimly lit room to make sure the coppers aren't here. I didn't mean to kill them, those lying cheating bastards. I completely blacked out. How long had they been cheating? They deserved it, they had it coming!
"Find a flask we're playing fast and loose..." I begin again, slowly being surrounded by male and female dancers. "Right up here is where I store the juice..." I hate this part. I begin to swing my hips and two random male dancers attach to my waist and lift me up. I continue to sing, not really concentrating because I've done this so many times it's permanently engrained in my head. Alright, almost done, and no cops. Okay, last trick, let's do this. I flip, land doing the splits, get lifted up by male dancers by my legs, and get spun around.
"And...." I'm almost done, just keep going, everything is going great. "All that..." Oh no, not now, this isn't good. The cops are here, they're going to arrest me, I know it. Just let me get off the stage before they do, please good sweet lord, please. "Jazzz!"