A/N: I simply adore the movie, and I was just itching to write something for it. I thought it would be interesting to write from the perspective of one of the lesser seen characters, and throughout the movie I found myself wishing that the Bandleader (Taye Diggs' character) did more than just introduce the performers, and thus the makings of this fic…
-Andee

Disclaimer: I don't own Chicago (had I, Taye Diggs would have had a much bigger role…and less clothing).


Good

He's gotten so use to sin that he doesn't lift an eyebrow to question it any more.

After all, it's common. Trivial, even.

He's had to learn from experience to keep a turned cheek and an easy smile when it comes to matters of scandal. He bears witness to it nightly, even had his hand in it once or twice, but he never fully acknowledges it.

Yes, there are people boozin' and shootin' up all over the place, but the only thing he's really conscious of are his fingers hitting them keys and those loud notes that just seem to pour out and fill the room.

Everyone seems to be dancing around morality these days, toeing over virtue and class, and he just can't be bothered enough to question what is right and what is wrong.

What's good and what's bad.

He's just the Bandleader. That 'dark skin fella hoverin' over dat there piano.'

The choices of man aren't his to make. The fate of which, not his to decide. He just focuses on the music that he's creating right beneath his finger tips…

And that's all the good he needs.

- конец (end)-