xX… New story! Yay?! This is a cross BillyElliot/SoR fic. Just to let people know, the italics means the location is in the night club. Regular print is the normal story. Enjoy, keep in mind this is meant to be strange and sorta confusing. Enjoy. …xX

"Ladies and Gentleman, the evening is young, and the bottle is not yet half empty! The girls are all dolled up in the rouge and the stars and twinkling above! May I present too you, the balladeer to end all balladeers. Monsieur et Madame, I present DEWEY FINN!"

"Hello everyone, I'm Dewey!

Always the bride, never the groom"

A hot, blood red spotlight follows the tramp across the stage. Freaks dressed in all sorts of obscenities slowly parade the area. The men in their tuxedos watch with interest. The other half lives a life that is QUITE different…

Young Billy Elliot skips down the sidewalk. His hair flying behind him, he can hear the music as he practically dances down the sidewalk, his hoodie tight on his small body. The neighbors look at him behind their gates. What a poof, they think. What a fucking poof. Billy has learnt not to care, he gets to his home and opens the peeling green low wooden gate and enters the yard.

"I'm known, in all the wrong places,

I'm one of those faces,

You'll never forget!

And those may not adore me,

Could never ignore me,

I'm placing a bet"

The greasy stagehand watches from the sides, they wipe the grease, oil, and what not off their hands by massaging it into their hair. They look on disapprovingly; if this evening can end on schedule he can catch the last showing of the peep show next door.

He opens the already unlocked door and steps inside, the kitchen is a mess. He opens the feux frosted glass partier, tip toes past his sleeping, senile grandmother and into the room he and Tony share. He sits down on his mattress and puts on the record. Still, he thinks, Still we don't have a CD player. He plugs in the earphones and vacuums as he listens to the Bee-Gees. The music pulsing in his ears. Electricity.

"I can be real shallow if I try!

But there's so much more to me than meets the eye,

My manor can be misconstruing,

Right!

Ha Right!

I'm unforgettable,

A create of desire!"

Kathryn Brown looks down at herself in the mirror and pouts. She looks like a tramp in this dress, she thinks. It's short, cutting off a foot or so above the knee, it's white plastic with moveable white polka dots. It's just a fucking social down at the union social hall. Why does her mom make her dress like this? She looks longingly at her multi colored, bright, soft and very warm sweater and he jeans, frayed at the bottom. She sighs and falls backwards onto her posh bed. She picks up the CD player remote and flicks on The Who, Quadrophenia. She breathes deep and calms herself.

"Kathryn, love, you know who'll be there, this eve?" Kathryn's mom pokes her head in the door and looks disgusted at the filthy room. Kathryn raises her eyebrows in reply, "That little boy who ran off to The Royal 'Cademy of Dance in, London. That… uh… that Elliot boy."

Kathryn, hoists herself up,

"Mum, the boys a freakin' poof, why are ya telling me this?" Kathryn spits. Her mother looks hurt, about to give a lecture on tolerance. After all, she thinks, it's the Elliot's own dirt-poor kind that frowns on poofs, not them. But she holds her tongue,

"Someone to, you know, hang with. I'm truly sorry that you're father has to have a great job and has to attend these things!" she says sarcastically, Kathryn rolls her eyes and lets herself fall back onto the bed. Who gives? Kathryn's mother smiles and departs. Leaving Kathryn with her thoughts.

"These rags,

don't tell the whole story!

I live for the glory,

Of turning your head!

And while, I have your attention,

I'd kill for a mention,

In the popular press!"

The freaks twirl about in a flurry of color, dancing here, prancing there. The audience is in awe as the freak show proceeds

The Miner Union of Evernington Social Hall is a flutter of activity. The staff runs about, setting the buffet up, just in time as the doors open and the hungry union members pile in with their families. Talking about football, rugby, boxing, and the like. The wives go off the chatter aimlessly with the other wives, who DOES she think she is? Did you see so and so's kid? No? He's a poof! He's a fatso, that's why you never saw him! He's crazy! Off in rehab! Loves rap music!

Kathryn reluctantly walks in, out of the cold. She can almost hear the faces turn to look at her and her mother. Her father quickly flees the scene to go schmooze with the head of the union. Kathryn goes to the buffet, and picks at some barely edible…stuff. The others, the lower class, are chowing down. Kathryn and her mother nibble daintily and engage in boring conversation with the other, homely dressed other wives.

It's 11, the miners are drunk, and so is Kathryn's father. Her mother is know actually engaged in a discussion, a heated one at that. Kathryn slowly slips away and moves into the deserted, cold and dark boxing wing of the hall. Downstairs. Kathryn goes into the ring and squats down, trying to keep warm. She can hear the stupid laughter of the kids in the kid room. Playing with balls and what not. Most likely lots of kids from her school are in there. She now sits down and watches her breath turn white as she breathes in and out.

"'Scuse me, you using the ring?" says the voice of a boy. Kathryn looks up quickly. It's a short-ish boy. With messy brown hair and a soft face, he is wearing a hoodie and jeans. He looks at her.

"Sorry, not really," she says. Getting up. The boy laughs when he see's her dress, "Why?" she asks.

"No, no matta, you were using it, I'll go someplace else," he says and begins to leave.

Kathryn watches him go, she's never seen him around. I guess he's sorta cute, she thinks, if you like THAT.

"I'm known, in all the wrong places,

I'm one of those faces,

You'll never forget!

And those may not adore me,

Could never ignore me,

I'm placing a bet"

I'm the holy mother of invention,

I'm so hip, I never need to try!

The perfect cure for your anal retention!

I'm unforgettable,

A creature of the night!

I know what would look good on you, daling,

Me!

I'm known, in all the wrong places,

I'm one of those faces,

You'll never forget!

And those may not adore me,

Could never ignore me,

I'm placing a bet"

The freaks stopped, he stopped. Blues and reds collided and the stage was illuminated, the applause began, starting with the back moving, like a wave, to the front. A standing ovation. Immediately the stage went dark and they hurried off the stage

Billy walked out of the boxing wing embarrassed. He never could talk to strangers with ease. He bumped into some boy with shaggy chestnut hair,

"POOF!" the boy screamed at him. He was wearing a Ramones T-Shirt and wore a tag, like all the kids that were in the room had to wear, that said Hi, My Name Is: and scribbled in black sharpee was ZaCk.

Billy rolled his eyes, why on earth did he have to come back every holiday? He goes back into the main room and walks out the front door. It's freezing and the road is deserted. It's also snowing. This is Evernington, he says to himself before taking off down the road.

xX… the first chapter is sorta weird but it will get more interesting. AS you should know, this takes place in England. As if SoR never happened. The song was Ode to the Attention Seekers.