AUTHOR'S NOTE: Man, it's been a while! How are all of you? I'd like to think one of my flamers, Sara, (who happens to go to my school!!! *shakes fist*) because it made me write faster. Um, this story is set at a talent show...and Frank is living in the 20's. The act kind of triggers it. Oh, I do own Chicago, but not the actual rights to it. Ha. And, also, this has nothing to do with anything. It makes no sense. But I'm very proud of it.
OK! Enough with the note. Here's what ya'll asked for!
"And now, for our final act of the evening...Here's two young, er, studs to perform a medley of songs from a movie I hope none of you have seen." Father Dominic paused, half coughed, then continued. "This is Susanna Simon and Paul Slater performing 'Chicago'!" The crowd cheered as the curtain was raised. CeeCee was smiling a little now, not so bored now that her *love* was on stage. She glanced over at the seemingly empty seat beside her, knowing that it had to do something with Paul and his "lost love", as Suze had put it. The vast majority of the auditorium stopped clapping once the curtains were finally open. There stood two gorgeous high school girls, decked out in silver glittery dresses with fringes on the end. Their hair was done in a twenties style, and they had full make up including false silver eyelashes. The question on everyone's mind: Where did Paul Slater fit into this?
The girl with blonde hair stepped up to the mike to answer that question. "Yeah," she said in a surprisingly masculine voice, "I lost a bet." The crowd chuckled at this, and CeeCee could have sworn she heard a combination snort/suppressed gasp in the unoccupied seat next to her.
"Hmmm..." She muttered to herself.
Paul(ina?) nodded to someone off stage and he(she?) and Suze turned their backs on the audience. A few slow notes filled the quiet room.
"Come on babe, Why don't we paint the town? And all that Jazz..." Suze was belting out all the notes, right on the money. "I'm gonna rouge my knees, roll my stockings down, And all that jazz..." The dance routine now kicked in, both of them singing along. The music then changed. "He had it comin', he had it comin', he only had himself to blame! If you'd a been there, if you'd a seen it, I betcha you would have done the same..."
Jesse's mind wandered as he watched his two queridas shake their groove thang on the stage. Aaah...back in the twenties. There had been a time in the twenties when he had questioned his sexuality, but it was definitely nothing drastic. Obviously, Paul was the one would had opened his eyes. But back then...
=^..^=
Frank set his suitcase gently on the ground next to the door. "Damn this place...I hate it already." He muttered. He slowly walked around the room, touching all the dusty furniture.
"You know," His father said from the doorway, "Rumor has it some broad took out a fella in this house."
"Is that so." He said in monotone, not at all interested. Jesse silently watched while sitting at the window.
"You'll just have to move on, kiddo. It's been a year." He walked away. Frank slumped down in a chair already in the room.
"You sure got over her quickly..." He said aloud. "But she was my mother. I refuse to move on." Jesse felt a twinge in his heart. Poor fella's mom died, he thought. That must be awful.
=^..^=
"Mister Cellophane....Mister Cellophane...Should have been my name, mister cellophane..." Paul seemed to sing from the very depths of his heart. "Cause you can look right through me," He grabbed the shoulders of his dress, "Walk right by me," He craned his neck as if tracking someone walking in front of the stage, "And never even know I'm there..."
"I see you, Paul." Jesse whispered. The non-seer beside him whipped around and glared at his seat. He shut his mouth quickly. She continued to look for a second before saying "I bet you're that Jesse fellow."
=^..^=
Jesse watched as Frank slept every night, what an angel. Beautiful, broken Frank. He looked like someone right out of one of those Impressionable people paintings. The way the moonlight that shone through Jesse's iridescent body and onto Frank's face was amazing. Had he ever seen someone so perfect for all their imperfections? Almost everyday he would come home and break something in the room, whether out of rage, or boredom, or Tourette's, who knew. But all the terrible aspects of him made him nearly flawless in Jesse's eyes. Beautiful, broken Frank.
=^..^=
The music slowed almost to a halt and Suze was bathed in blue light from the spotlight. "You can like the life your living, you can live the life you like..."
Paul panted a bit, then continued with a grin. "You can even marry Harry, and mess around with Ike..." All the sudden, the music got a beat again and another dance routine ensued. The audience cheered them on enthusiastically. Finally the act ended and they bowed, the light dancing off their glitter and eyelashes. They stepped off the stage while the standing ovation was still in full clap.
=^..^=
One of those days, Frank ran out of things to break. Beautiful, broken Frank. That was a very quiet day. The next day, however, was not. Jesse appeared at his usually window spot and waited for him. A couple hours later, Frank came into the room. But he was not alone. Beautiful, broken Frank had a revolver with him. Jesse's revolver. One he must have left in the attic. He sat down at the desk that had yet to be battered, and scribbled a few words on a piece of paper. Jesse saw a few words he understood, like Mother...and death. Jesse wished more than anything that Frank could hear him now, see him flapping his arms, screaming "No" over and over. To no avail. There was a look of amusement, or maybe confusion in his eyes before they lost their color. His beautiful, broken Frank.
The years went past, and Jesse understood that he would never be able to be in love, and that's why he was infatuated with Frank. Because he could not have him.
=^..^=
Paul gave Jesse a peck on the lips when he was sure no one backstage was looking. "So? Was it good? Did you like it?" He whispered excitedly. "I think I might have accidentally tripped Suze on the 'Honey Bunny' but other than that..."
"It was wonderful!" Jesse, too, whispered excitedly. "That was the best performance I've ever seen a fellow in a dress do before!"
"Does it freak you out that I like wearing dresses?" His eyes shifted. It would, after all, seem a bit odd for a good looking young-en to be talking to the air about cross-dressing.
"It's a little confusing, but it's also new to me..."
"Like I was in the beginning, that kind of new?"
"Yes! Yes, a good kind of new. Don't fret." Jesse rubbed one of Paul glittery arms reassuringly. "After all, one of us does have to be on the feminine side."
"Yeah, and you're definitely the masculine one, you little cowboy of mine." His face curved into a smirk suddenly. "Ok, I want your honest opinion on this...Do these eyelashes make me look extremely shaggable, or is it just me?"
OK! Enough with the note. Here's what ya'll asked for!
"And now, for our final act of the evening...Here's two young, er, studs to perform a medley of songs from a movie I hope none of you have seen." Father Dominic paused, half coughed, then continued. "This is Susanna Simon and Paul Slater performing 'Chicago'!" The crowd cheered as the curtain was raised. CeeCee was smiling a little now, not so bored now that her *love* was on stage. She glanced over at the seemingly empty seat beside her, knowing that it had to do something with Paul and his "lost love", as Suze had put it. The vast majority of the auditorium stopped clapping once the curtains were finally open. There stood two gorgeous high school girls, decked out in silver glittery dresses with fringes on the end. Their hair was done in a twenties style, and they had full make up including false silver eyelashes. The question on everyone's mind: Where did Paul Slater fit into this?
The girl with blonde hair stepped up to the mike to answer that question. "Yeah," she said in a surprisingly masculine voice, "I lost a bet." The crowd chuckled at this, and CeeCee could have sworn she heard a combination snort/suppressed gasp in the unoccupied seat next to her.
"Hmmm..." She muttered to herself.
Paul(ina?) nodded to someone off stage and he(she?) and Suze turned their backs on the audience. A few slow notes filled the quiet room.
"Come on babe, Why don't we paint the town? And all that Jazz..." Suze was belting out all the notes, right on the money. "I'm gonna rouge my knees, roll my stockings down, And all that jazz..." The dance routine now kicked in, both of them singing along. The music then changed. "He had it comin', he had it comin', he only had himself to blame! If you'd a been there, if you'd a seen it, I betcha you would have done the same..."
Jesse's mind wandered as he watched his two queridas shake their groove thang on the stage. Aaah...back in the twenties. There had been a time in the twenties when he had questioned his sexuality, but it was definitely nothing drastic. Obviously, Paul was the one would had opened his eyes. But back then...
=^..^=
Frank set his suitcase gently on the ground next to the door. "Damn this place...I hate it already." He muttered. He slowly walked around the room, touching all the dusty furniture.
"You know," His father said from the doorway, "Rumor has it some broad took out a fella in this house."
"Is that so." He said in monotone, not at all interested. Jesse silently watched while sitting at the window.
"You'll just have to move on, kiddo. It's been a year." He walked away. Frank slumped down in a chair already in the room.
"You sure got over her quickly..." He said aloud. "But she was my mother. I refuse to move on." Jesse felt a twinge in his heart. Poor fella's mom died, he thought. That must be awful.
=^..^=
"Mister Cellophane....Mister Cellophane...Should have been my name, mister cellophane..." Paul seemed to sing from the very depths of his heart. "Cause you can look right through me," He grabbed the shoulders of his dress, "Walk right by me," He craned his neck as if tracking someone walking in front of the stage, "And never even know I'm there..."
"I see you, Paul." Jesse whispered. The non-seer beside him whipped around and glared at his seat. He shut his mouth quickly. She continued to look for a second before saying "I bet you're that Jesse fellow."
=^..^=
Jesse watched as Frank slept every night, what an angel. Beautiful, broken Frank. He looked like someone right out of one of those Impressionable people paintings. The way the moonlight that shone through Jesse's iridescent body and onto Frank's face was amazing. Had he ever seen someone so perfect for all their imperfections? Almost everyday he would come home and break something in the room, whether out of rage, or boredom, or Tourette's, who knew. But all the terrible aspects of him made him nearly flawless in Jesse's eyes. Beautiful, broken Frank.
=^..^=
The music slowed almost to a halt and Suze was bathed in blue light from the spotlight. "You can like the life your living, you can live the life you like..."
Paul panted a bit, then continued with a grin. "You can even marry Harry, and mess around with Ike..." All the sudden, the music got a beat again and another dance routine ensued. The audience cheered them on enthusiastically. Finally the act ended and they bowed, the light dancing off their glitter and eyelashes. They stepped off the stage while the standing ovation was still in full clap.
=^..^=
One of those days, Frank ran out of things to break. Beautiful, broken Frank. That was a very quiet day. The next day, however, was not. Jesse appeared at his usually window spot and waited for him. A couple hours later, Frank came into the room. But he was not alone. Beautiful, broken Frank had a revolver with him. Jesse's revolver. One he must have left in the attic. He sat down at the desk that had yet to be battered, and scribbled a few words on a piece of paper. Jesse saw a few words he understood, like Mother...and death. Jesse wished more than anything that Frank could hear him now, see him flapping his arms, screaming "No" over and over. To no avail. There was a look of amusement, or maybe confusion in his eyes before they lost their color. His beautiful, broken Frank.
The years went past, and Jesse understood that he would never be able to be in love, and that's why he was infatuated with Frank. Because he could not have him.
=^..^=
Paul gave Jesse a peck on the lips when he was sure no one backstage was looking. "So? Was it good? Did you like it?" He whispered excitedly. "I think I might have accidentally tripped Suze on the 'Honey Bunny' but other than that..."
"It was wonderful!" Jesse, too, whispered excitedly. "That was the best performance I've ever seen a fellow in a dress do before!"
"Does it freak you out that I like wearing dresses?" His eyes shifted. It would, after all, seem a bit odd for a good looking young-en to be talking to the air about cross-dressing.
"It's a little confusing, but it's also new to me..."
"Like I was in the beginning, that kind of new?"
"Yes! Yes, a good kind of new. Don't fret." Jesse rubbed one of Paul glittery arms reassuringly. "After all, one of us does have to be on the feminine side."
"Yeah, and you're definitely the masculine one, you little cowboy of mine." His face curved into a smirk suddenly. "Ok, I want your honest opinion on this...Do these eyelashes make me look extremely shaggable, or is it just me?"