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"In The Garage" - by Val Shrum (kiyonekatz at yahoo dot com)
Oh wow, my first 100 review story. I'm stunned.
The Son of Logan and Ororo: Yes, it is a reference to that.
Chapter 20
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Two hours breezed by faster than they had imagined. They had deli sandwiches and even widdled down the time at an arcade located barely a block away. Before they knew it, it was time to get back to the Nederlander to catch the two o'clock show.
Kitty presented their tickets to the usher, who pointed them to the area. They took their seats, somewhere in the second row. Almost close enough to touch the stage.
"I can't believe these..." Kitty looked around. "Is this normal?"
"Happens every show. Even the tour shows do something like this. Cool, isn't it?" Lance pulled Kitty into her seat.
She fell back and smiled at Lance. "... thanks. Really. I don't even know what to say. This is just so great."
Lance leaned over the middle arm guards and kissed her on the lips. "You don't need to thank me." He reached down and took her hand as an actor walked onto the stage, picking up a guitar and sitting down on a single table placed near the center of the stage. The audience cheered. Kitty and Lance shifted their attention forward to the front as the lights in the auditorium dimmed down.
The main actor on stage tuned the guitar, or at least that's what it sounded like. Another actor joined the stage to set up a small portable video camera. The second actor was dressed in a coat, long scarf, glasses, and slacks. He turned to address the audience, "We begin on Christmas Eve with me, Mark, and my roomate, Roger. We live in an industrial loft on the corner of 11th street and Avenue B, the top floor of what was once a music publishing factory."
***
The song ended as Act I came to a close. The lights rose in the auditorum for intermission as a few people got up from their chairs to take care of business or stretch. Kitty turned to Lance, "Did you see that? She pointed at us when we mooed!"
"Yeah! Makes me want to go out and stage a protest or something." Lance grinned.
"Maybe later, huh?" Kitty gave Lance's hand a gentle squeeze, "I'm going to head to the bathroom."
"Hurry back." Lance leaned back in his chair. He closed his eyes, '...So how do I tell her? I want to. I'm not even sure if she feels the same way. God, I'm scared.'
Kitty looked over the small booth selling souvenirs of the show. She opened her wallet and look over her funds. She turned back and headed down the aisle to where the seats were. "Hello again." She took her seat.
"Hey back at you." Lance put an arm around her. "Was it a long line?"
"Not really. I checked out the booth. They've got shirts and even a little cow that says 'Moo with me'. We should get something after the show." Kitty smiled.
"Sure, that'd be great." He said, then ermed, "Say uh... Kitty..."
"Yeah?" Kitty looked over at Lance, "What is it?"
"I just wanted--" His sentence cut short when the cast filed on stage and the lights dimmed. He leaned in close and said, "I'll tell you later."
Kitty nodded as Act II started up.
***
"No day but today..." The entire ensemble sang. On the back of the theatre wall was projected a film of the actors from the play, as their characters. A powerful and moving end as the entire company came on stage to take their final bows. Kitty and Lance stood up and clapped for the amazing performance. The house lights came up and the crowd started to part through and move down the aisles.
Lance squeezed Kitty's hand. "Did you like it?" He asked.
"It was good. Really good." Kitty smiled, a little misty eyed.
"Did you cry?" He looked at her, unsure of how to respond to that.
"Eh... well, maybe a little. It got me a few times." She wiped her cheek. "I think I'll have to borrow the soundtrack a little longer from you. Which reminds me... this doesn't exactly seem like your thing."
"... what, a guy can't like a musical? Wait, don't answer that." Lance walked with Kitty over to the concession booth. "You already figured out how I know about it."
"So I was right, an ex-girlfriend?" She bought a tee-shirt and a necklace. Kitty put the items in her bag.
Lance also bought a shirt, and the stuffed animal cow. "... sure..." He seemed nervous, touching upon the subject. "People you meet throughout your life influence what you like and know, just by association and exposure... and uh... she was a good friend."
They stepped out of the theatre. He held the cow small stuffed cow in both his hands, looking down at it as they returned to the streets of New York.
"Do you miss her?" Kitty asked. Her voice was curious, not angry at all.
"We were better friends than we were anything else." He shrugged. "Doesn't matter, though. We lost touch with each other after I found out about my little gift. Then I came to Bayville."
"Oh..." Kitty remembered when they had first met. "I see."
Lance paused and turned to Kitty. He offered her the stuffed animal. "Here. It wants you to moo with it."
Kitty looked down at it and let out a laugh. She stepped forward and hugged Lance around the neck. "Thanks." Lance returned the hug, stunned at the affectionate response.
"So uh... what do we do now?" He asked, a little nervous.
She pulled away from the embrace and looked into his eyes, "You mean... you only planned as far as this? Good job." She giggled.
"No! Well, maybe." He smiled, "We could always go back to that arcade. You seemed to like that 'Dance Dance' game."
"No way! I sucked at that. Not as much as you..." Kitty teased.
"I refuse to dance to a song called 'It's Raining Men'. Sorry."
"So no arcades." She took Lance's hand and started walking. "What about Rockefeller Center? Maybe we could check out some stores around there."
Lance joked, "Shopping? Here, let me hide my enthusiasm. Oh wait! That's not hiding." She nudged him playfully. "Seriously, Kitty. I'll be the first to admit I have no idea what to do in this large of a city."
"Same here. So let's just walk toward Rockefeller Center, and maybe we'll find something worth doing between here and there. If not, we could always head back toward the station and then to Bayville and find something... entertaining to do there." Kitty hinted, almost implied something more there. Lance caught the hint, but wasn't sure how respond.
"... why, pretty Kitty, I'd almost think you were flirting with me."
"Not much there to 'think' about." Kitty smirked.
"K-Kitty!" He stammered. "You're makin' me blush."
She laughed and nudged him, "That was the point, silly. You know me well enough..."
"Well enough to know you're not serious." He nudged back.
Kitty smiled nervously, "Yeah." Her arm snugged around Lance from behind as they walked together. The ground rumbled slightly. This caused a glance from Kitty up to Lance, "... was that you?"
"No." Lance looked confused.
Her eyes shifted from Lance over to down the a cross-street they were at. Traffic backed up, and a few plumes of smoke. Police cornering off the area in an effort to contain whatever is going on.
"What the..." Kitty started to walk toward it. "C'mon, Lance." She grabbed his hand and pulled him
Lance didn't follow, which caused her to stumble. "Where do you think you're going?"
She pointed, "There! Someone might need our help." Kitty managed to get him to walk with her.
"I hate to be the break it to you, but we're not in Bayville. The authorities have it under control. We don't NEED to help, Kitty. It's our vacation."
"... so just because I'm on a break, I can't help out in a crisis situation?" She looked at him, just waiting for his response.
"No... I... Kitty, the police is already here. They're capable of doing it themselves, you know. It's New York City. They can handle it."
Kitty shook her head, "No, Lance. I'm going to check it out anyway. You can stay here or you can come with. I've got to at least check."
"Sure Kitty, okay." He gave in to her urge. "Let's get a closer look."
The two ran toward the excitement, or at least what appeared to be the tail end of it. Crumbled debris blocked the path from further down the street, with cars in the distance crashed together and almost piled atop each other. Whatever stormed through there made a huge mess. They got close enough to where the police had set up a line.
Kitty went up to the first uniformed person she saw. "What's going on?"
"It's not safe for you kids to be around here. It's best to just turn around and take an alternate route." The officer assured, "It's dangerous.."
"He's right, we should head back..." Lance started.
"That's not my question." She asked again, "What happened?"
"It's those superheroes. Crazy people in tights, always think they've got free reign on the city. Property damage, hah. What do they care?"
"... What kind of superheroes?" Kitty wondered. Were the X-Men there? "What do you mean? We're not from around here."
"What kind? That's a loaded question, kid. We got all sorts. This one in particular? He calls himself the Spider-Man. A vigilante who decided to have a little showdown with some crazed freak in the middle of our street. Who knows how many people are trapped in that mess. It'll take days to clean up after this. It's like they don't even understand that normal folk've got to deal with the aftermath."
"That's not true!" Kitty reacted. "Of course they know."
Lance put a hand on her shoulder. "Calm down."
"I am calm. How can you be so calm? Oh wait, you don't want anything to do with this hero stuff." Kitty's words cut into him, almost like a knife.
"... this isn't about me. Let the man do his job. Thanks for the information, officer." Lance gently urged Kitty to move away from the police lines.
She looked at the damage, then back at Lance. She stepped forward and slipped her bag off her shoulder and tossed it into him forcefully. He was winded by the throw. "Use my phone, call the Institute or don't, I don't care. I'm going in. They need my help here."
Lance's eyes widened, his hand reached out to grab her but missed. She had already turned intangible and ran into the scene. "No! Kitty!"
***
"In The Garage" - by Val Shrum (kiyonekatz at yahoo dot com)
Oh wow, my first 100 review story. I'm stunned.
The Son of Logan and Ororo: Yes, it is a reference to that.
Chapter 20
***************************************************************************
Two hours breezed by faster than they had imagined. They had deli sandwiches and even widdled down the time at an arcade located barely a block away. Before they knew it, it was time to get back to the Nederlander to catch the two o'clock show.
Kitty presented their tickets to the usher, who pointed them to the area. They took their seats, somewhere in the second row. Almost close enough to touch the stage.
"I can't believe these..." Kitty looked around. "Is this normal?"
"Happens every show. Even the tour shows do something like this. Cool, isn't it?" Lance pulled Kitty into her seat.
She fell back and smiled at Lance. "... thanks. Really. I don't even know what to say. This is just so great."
Lance leaned over the middle arm guards and kissed her on the lips. "You don't need to thank me." He reached down and took her hand as an actor walked onto the stage, picking up a guitar and sitting down on a single table placed near the center of the stage. The audience cheered. Kitty and Lance shifted their attention forward to the front as the lights in the auditorium dimmed down.
The main actor on stage tuned the guitar, or at least that's what it sounded like. Another actor joined the stage to set up a small portable video camera. The second actor was dressed in a coat, long scarf, glasses, and slacks. He turned to address the audience, "We begin on Christmas Eve with me, Mark, and my roomate, Roger. We live in an industrial loft on the corner of 11th street and Avenue B, the top floor of what was once a music publishing factory."
***
The song ended as Act I came to a close. The lights rose in the auditorum for intermission as a few people got up from their chairs to take care of business or stretch. Kitty turned to Lance, "Did you see that? She pointed at us when we mooed!"
"Yeah! Makes me want to go out and stage a protest or something." Lance grinned.
"Maybe later, huh?" Kitty gave Lance's hand a gentle squeeze, "I'm going to head to the bathroom."
"Hurry back." Lance leaned back in his chair. He closed his eyes, '...So how do I tell her? I want to. I'm not even sure if she feels the same way. God, I'm scared.'
Kitty looked over the small booth selling souvenirs of the show. She opened her wallet and look over her funds. She turned back and headed down the aisle to where the seats were. "Hello again." She took her seat.
"Hey back at you." Lance put an arm around her. "Was it a long line?"
"Not really. I checked out the booth. They've got shirts and even a little cow that says 'Moo with me'. We should get something after the show." Kitty smiled.
"Sure, that'd be great." He said, then ermed, "Say uh... Kitty..."
"Yeah?" Kitty looked over at Lance, "What is it?"
"I just wanted--" His sentence cut short when the cast filed on stage and the lights dimmed. He leaned in close and said, "I'll tell you later."
Kitty nodded as Act II started up.
***
"No day but today..." The entire ensemble sang. On the back of the theatre wall was projected a film of the actors from the play, as their characters. A powerful and moving end as the entire company came on stage to take their final bows. Kitty and Lance stood up and clapped for the amazing performance. The house lights came up and the crowd started to part through and move down the aisles.
Lance squeezed Kitty's hand. "Did you like it?" He asked.
"It was good. Really good." Kitty smiled, a little misty eyed.
"Did you cry?" He looked at her, unsure of how to respond to that.
"Eh... well, maybe a little. It got me a few times." She wiped her cheek. "I think I'll have to borrow the soundtrack a little longer from you. Which reminds me... this doesn't exactly seem like your thing."
"... what, a guy can't like a musical? Wait, don't answer that." Lance walked with Kitty over to the concession booth. "You already figured out how I know about it."
"So I was right, an ex-girlfriend?" She bought a tee-shirt and a necklace. Kitty put the items in her bag.
Lance also bought a shirt, and the stuffed animal cow. "... sure..." He seemed nervous, touching upon the subject. "People you meet throughout your life influence what you like and know, just by association and exposure... and uh... she was a good friend."
They stepped out of the theatre. He held the cow small stuffed cow in both his hands, looking down at it as they returned to the streets of New York.
"Do you miss her?" Kitty asked. Her voice was curious, not angry at all.
"We were better friends than we were anything else." He shrugged. "Doesn't matter, though. We lost touch with each other after I found out about my little gift. Then I came to Bayville."
"Oh..." Kitty remembered when they had first met. "I see."
Lance paused and turned to Kitty. He offered her the stuffed animal. "Here. It wants you to moo with it."
Kitty looked down at it and let out a laugh. She stepped forward and hugged Lance around the neck. "Thanks." Lance returned the hug, stunned at the affectionate response.
"So uh... what do we do now?" He asked, a little nervous.
She pulled away from the embrace and looked into his eyes, "You mean... you only planned as far as this? Good job." She giggled.
"No! Well, maybe." He smiled, "We could always go back to that arcade. You seemed to like that 'Dance Dance' game."
"No way! I sucked at that. Not as much as you..." Kitty teased.
"I refuse to dance to a song called 'It's Raining Men'. Sorry."
"So no arcades." She took Lance's hand and started walking. "What about Rockefeller Center? Maybe we could check out some stores around there."
Lance joked, "Shopping? Here, let me hide my enthusiasm. Oh wait! That's not hiding." She nudged him playfully. "Seriously, Kitty. I'll be the first to admit I have no idea what to do in this large of a city."
"Same here. So let's just walk toward Rockefeller Center, and maybe we'll find something worth doing between here and there. If not, we could always head back toward the station and then to Bayville and find something... entertaining to do there." Kitty hinted, almost implied something more there. Lance caught the hint, but wasn't sure how respond.
"... why, pretty Kitty, I'd almost think you were flirting with me."
"Not much there to 'think' about." Kitty smirked.
"K-Kitty!" He stammered. "You're makin' me blush."
She laughed and nudged him, "That was the point, silly. You know me well enough..."
"Well enough to know you're not serious." He nudged back.
Kitty smiled nervously, "Yeah." Her arm snugged around Lance from behind as they walked together. The ground rumbled slightly. This caused a glance from Kitty up to Lance, "... was that you?"
"No." Lance looked confused.
Her eyes shifted from Lance over to down the a cross-street they were at. Traffic backed up, and a few plumes of smoke. Police cornering off the area in an effort to contain whatever is going on.
"What the..." Kitty started to walk toward it. "C'mon, Lance." She grabbed his hand and pulled him
Lance didn't follow, which caused her to stumble. "Where do you think you're going?"
She pointed, "There! Someone might need our help." Kitty managed to get him to walk with her.
"I hate to be the break it to you, but we're not in Bayville. The authorities have it under control. We don't NEED to help, Kitty. It's our vacation."
"... so just because I'm on a break, I can't help out in a crisis situation?" She looked at him, just waiting for his response.
"No... I... Kitty, the police is already here. They're capable of doing it themselves, you know. It's New York City. They can handle it."
Kitty shook her head, "No, Lance. I'm going to check it out anyway. You can stay here or you can come with. I've got to at least check."
"Sure Kitty, okay." He gave in to her urge. "Let's get a closer look."
The two ran toward the excitement, or at least what appeared to be the tail end of it. Crumbled debris blocked the path from further down the street, with cars in the distance crashed together and almost piled atop each other. Whatever stormed through there made a huge mess. They got close enough to where the police had set up a line.
Kitty went up to the first uniformed person she saw. "What's going on?"
"It's not safe for you kids to be around here. It's best to just turn around and take an alternate route." The officer assured, "It's dangerous.."
"He's right, we should head back..." Lance started.
"That's not my question." She asked again, "What happened?"
"It's those superheroes. Crazy people in tights, always think they've got free reign on the city. Property damage, hah. What do they care?"
"... What kind of superheroes?" Kitty wondered. Were the X-Men there? "What do you mean? We're not from around here."
"What kind? That's a loaded question, kid. We got all sorts. This one in particular? He calls himself the Spider-Man. A vigilante who decided to have a little showdown with some crazed freak in the middle of our street. Who knows how many people are trapped in that mess. It'll take days to clean up after this. It's like they don't even understand that normal folk've got to deal with the aftermath."
"That's not true!" Kitty reacted. "Of course they know."
Lance put a hand on her shoulder. "Calm down."
"I am calm. How can you be so calm? Oh wait, you don't want anything to do with this hero stuff." Kitty's words cut into him, almost like a knife.
"... this isn't about me. Let the man do his job. Thanks for the information, officer." Lance gently urged Kitty to move away from the police lines.
She looked at the damage, then back at Lance. She stepped forward and slipped her bag off her shoulder and tossed it into him forcefully. He was winded by the throw. "Use my phone, call the Institute or don't, I don't care. I'm going in. They need my help here."
Lance's eyes widened, his hand reached out to grab her but missed. She had already turned intangible and ran into the scene. "No! Kitty!"
***
