CSI: NY – The Musical!
Disclaimer: I got the DVDs, the CDs, rhythm, music, my man, who can ask for anything more.
Summary: I'm simply a man who walks on the stars whenever it's Linds on my arm!
AN: From La Cage Aux Folles.
Chapter Eight - With Lindsay On My Arm
Danny Messer stood in his father's study like the ten year old boy he once was and had to fess up to breaking the window playing baseball. Except Danny wasn't ten, he was a grown man of thirty two and wasn't guilty of a high fly ball but falling in love. He didn't want clemency for the window, but a blessing for the woman.
"You're what Daniel?" his father asked him, Dominick Messer was a formable and intimidating man, Danny took a breath before repeating himself.
"I'm in love Papa. I want to get married." Danny said.
"Daniel, for all that book learning you did you're a moron, don't throw your life a way on a girl of the week because she won't let you in her pants without a ring. Your girls come and go like waves."
"Girls have come and gone, Papa. Angelique and Antoinette, or did I prefer Leslie or Hélène?" Danny began, Dominick looked at his son. "It was all a blur, and yet, Papa
When Lindsay comes running down the street…" Danny sighed and took a seat in the wing back across from his father. "I link my arm in hers, girls have come and gone, girls may come and go, but something very odd occurs, Papa."
"You sound like a fruit Daniel; you break out into song you're out of the family." Such a way with words.
"Papa, you don't get it. I know you give a damn about Ma, you love her. Is it so insane that I have the same emotional capabilities as you?" Danny asked angrily. A ten count later Danny continued. "Life is in perfect order with Linds on my arm. It makes my shoulders broader with Linds on my arm. Even when things won't gel, and the pieces won't fit, I'm suddenly in, I'm suddenly on, I'm suddenly "it"." Who else can make me feel like I'm handsome and tall? Who else can make me feel I'm on top of it all?
"I found a combination that works like a charm: I'm simply a man who walks on the stars whenever it's Lindsay on my arm! I want to marry her!" a very wry smile split the eldest Messer's face.
"You've made a perfect case, Daniel, not even a lawyer shark could tear it up. I'll do one better than a blessing…" Dominick got up and walked to the painting hanging behind him, with a few flips and the buzz of a combination the safe opened. Dominick took out a velvet box and closed the safe. He returned to the chair of power he had occupied and set down the box.
"Your Nana gave this to me when she couldn't wear it anymore. I was told to give it to which ever one of my boys needed it. If you're going to marry this Montanan outsider you're going to do it the traditional Messer way." Danny nodded and took the box from the desk. He opened it with the same amount of trepidation found when the bomb squad checks suspicious parcels.
The ring was beyond imagining, there was a carat diamond in the center of immaculate white gold work in an Art Deco Style, Pop Messer had excellent taste.
"Thanks Papa." Danny said pocketing the box and getting up to leave.
"Thank me at the reception; I'm expecting a shout out in the wedding toast."