16. Singers

Disclaimer: Hey all! Thank you so much for the reviews! I also changed the rating incase of more sexual incidences ;) I do not own Elton John or any of his songs. Also, in this chapter, there will be some deleted scene imagery used early on regarding Jack in tight underwear…hehehe. ENJOY!

Jack and I fell asleep and didn't wake up until late that next morning on New Year's Day. I woke up and saw Jack sleeping soundly. I didn't want to wake him, so I carefully crawled over him, threw some clothes on and went downstairs. Once downstairs, I put on some soft rock (Elton John) and started making breakfast. I was dancing around the kitchen to "Crocodile Rock", cracking eggs and frying bacon and singing along with Sir Elton when Jack waltzed down the stairs and stood in the doorway to the kitchen. I didn't even notice him there. I was too busy singing and dancing and cooking to see Jack standing there in his tight white underwear grinning at me leaning on his arm. The song changed to "That's Why They Call it the Blues".

"….laughing like children, livin' like lovers, rollin' like thunder under the covers—and I guess that's why they call it the blues!" I sang as I flipped the bacon. I spun around to go back to the fridge for some juice when I sudden saw Jack in the doorway. Startled, I shrieked and started laughing as I fell to the floor like an idiot.

"JACK! You scared me!" I exclaimed from the floor, laughing, "And you saw me dancing and singing!" Jack just continued to stand there, laughing at me. I sat up and finally caught my breath. The song had already changed by this point to "Your Song" came on

"So excuse me forgetting, but these things I do, you see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue, anyway the thing is, what I really mean—your's are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen!" Jack sang, as he helped me off the floor.

"Aww Jack, Elton John is so sweet," I laughed as I went back to the bacon and eggs.

"I forgot you sang, Jack," I said as I finished up the bacon and eggs.

"Ange, I'm in a band!" he exclaimed as he stole a piece of bacon.

"I knew that—sorta," I laughed, "I think that's fabulous. What's your band's name?"

"Pragmatic Sanction," he replied with a grin. I burst out into laughter.

"Pragmatic Sanction! I learned about something like that in history class back in high school!"

"Yeah, I figured as much—but it's a great name!" he replied, stealing another piece of bacon. I snatched the plate of bacon away from him and placed it on the table.

"True, it is a good name. So is 'scorched earth policy'," I replied.

"Actually, that's the name of one of our songs," he laughed.

"What did you guys do! Read a history text book and name your songs after the vocab lists?" I laughed as I plated the eggs.

"That's a good idea!" he replied.

"Actually, I was in a chemistry class one year of high school, and there was this sign next to the wheel that turned on the gas to light the burners that said 'master gas valve' and I always thought that'd be a funny band name," I chuckled as I went to sit down at the table.

"Ange, you've never sung for me," Jack said as he pulled me from the chair.

"Jack, I can't sing right now! I just woke up!"

"You were singing Elton John," he smirked.

"I'll sing the day I see you sing and play with you band," I smirked back, knowing that would be a far off day.

"Good! I forgot to tell you, but we're having a local band concert this upcoming weekend," Jack replied. My mouth dropped.

"You don't wanna hear me sing. I sing opera. I don't know how to sing anything else,"

"Bullshit. I've heard you sing in the shower and in the car. I want you to open up for my band,"

"No fucking way. That is out of the question! Unless you want me to sing Dido's Lament from Purcell's Dido and Aeneas—cus I can't sing rock or punk or pop or anything…"

"You said it yourself, if you're classically trained you can sing anything," he said, flinging my own words back in my face. I buried my face in his chest and screamed.

"Jack! Don't let me make an ass of myself in front of all your fans," I pleaded.

"You won't make an ass of yourself, Ange. Now sing something for me right now—anything…even classical. I've never heard you in your element,"

"Alright, fine," I gave in, "hang on, I need to find some music," I ran away and rummaged through my old music and came running back.

"Pretend you're having a recital," he laughed as he sat down in the chair.

"Okay," I said, getting into it. I laughed first, then took my stance seriously. "My name is Ange D'agostino, and I'll be singing Bizet's Ouvre ton Coeur," I said formally, "oh yeah, this isn't supposed to be a cappella, but we'll have to deal," I said. I began to sing the aria. My French was a little rusty, but it wasn't all that bad. I finished the song and bowed. Jack clapped.

"That was gorgeous. I would have never have thought those kinds of sounds could come outta you," Jack laughed.

"Thanks," I replied.

"Now sing something you could sing for my band,"

"Nothing. There is nothing I can sing for your band, Jack. I'm classical! You heard me!"

"Shh," he calmed me, "now think. I know you enjoy all kinds of music, Ange. Think of something you can sing," I shut my eyes tightly and thought long and hard.

"I can't think of anything right now. Can I get back to you later?" I laughed.

"Fine by me, as long as you promise me you'll do this for me," he replied.

"Oh God," I sighed, "okay Jack. I promise you I'll open up for your band," His face lit up with a smile and he hugged me.

"Oh yeah, um, my band doesn't know I have a girlfriend…"

"Is this a secret?" I asked, a bit irritated.

"Kind of…" he replied.

"Jack! Why!"

"I'll tell them…just not yet!" he said, "I promise. I just haven't gotten around to it yet. They're not exactly into band members having girlfriends. They think that girls take time away from band time—which I don't care. But they will be pissed if they find out all this time we've taken off that I've been spending with you,"

"I get ya," I replied, a bit pissed.

"Ange, please don't be upset with me. They will find out. I will tell them. I promise,"

"I believe you," I replied, sitting down and eating my cold breakfast.