Hmm, I wonder who that man in the chair was. Hehe Well lets see who guesses. I'll include more details about that in the next few chapters. RENT Belongs to Jonathan Larson. Also, 'Cats' belongs to T. S. Elliot, Andrew Lloyd Webber, and another man whose name slips my mind. But he is there! This chapter is more Roxie and Angel past centric in regards to people's curiosity. I love ideas so don't mind making suggestions. Their hate for each other not revealed yet. Just the reason why they tolerate each other decently enough.
Old and worn converse shoes hit the ground as the younger man rose from his seat. "You think we have enough for now?" He asked the man next to him in a sweet voice. His short dark hair didn't look too well kept either. Maybe that was his own personal style. Well, he defiantly looked like a man who would come up with this sort of idea. Performers getting together regardless of how famous they may be. It's to give people the chance to do something they love.
"Yeah, I think so." The somewhat older man replied. "Thanks James for helping out with the piano. See you again in a week or two?" The age difference between him and the man with dark hair was probably five years or less, thus leaving him to be in his early forties. Either way, they both were very social able creatures and got along well. "So, regarding our previous talent… What do you have in mind?"
The piano man had simply nodded in response to his earlier question. James had wanted the two to get what they could out of the creative rush they had. Why bother destroy that?
"I really don't know, but one thing is for sure. She- I mean he's too young to play Skimbleshanks. He is more of the friendly uncle then a youth like him. I want to see dancing talents before I make any decisions though. After all, he has a good voice, but maybe he could be a better dancer." He replied finally looking down at his notebook. "Huh, Rosando. His name is Rosando. Well anyways, our performer looked a little shy at first. But then when the singing began, there was a whole different person. Maybe someone who has two different sides to them." Smiling at the old stage he continued, "Well regarding our previous performer…"
"The Rum Tum Tugger!" They both agreed in near unison.
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At the age of sweet sixteen you still spent so much time trying to discover who you were. Even if who you wanted to become was not all that acceptable at all...
The slightly older of the two appeared to be a little irritated. She had been forced to have some 'quality time' with her younger relative. Well, either way, it would mean a chance to go shopping. "Hurry up Ang." She practically snapped waiting outside a bathroom in her own home. "Look, we have to get going or we're not going at all." She was wearing a white tank top, and a light blue pleated skirt.
There was a brief moment of silence and a reply of, "Well, I don't know if I want to go in the first place. My parents probably don't want me to go out looking like this…" The voice of a younger Angel. Who, at this time, not developed her confidence in wearing drag yet. The one of the few things she had to thank Roxie for.
Frowning a little Roxie replied now in a sweeter voice, "Darling don't worry. I'm sure you'll look stunning. Don't you want the guys to like you with your 'natural look' better then the costume you wear everyday." She actually did want to make her cousin confident in her looks. That's what a guy loves, a girl who is confident. Plus, Angel figured she wasn't a guy, and so what she wore every day was in fact a 'costume'.
"Really..? Well, ok…if you say so…" The door opened slowly and out stepped Angel. One of her first times wearing drag, and especially in front of someone. A somewhat loose cute green sweater, and a skirt that was also pleated and red. "I-is this ok?" And of course, her trademark bob wig. Just white tights this time, after all, she was still devolving this persona. Roxie had a long time to work on her drag look, Angel on the other hand… Well, didn't. Either way she didn't look half bad.
Squealing and pulling her cousin into a tight hug Roxie cooed, "You look great. Oh, I can't believe how cute you are! Oh honey, you look wonderful! You're a whole new person. No, you are who you are meant to be." It was strange to think she was nice at one time, but not everyone can be bitter and angry their whole life. Once Angel was mentioned as Roxie's little protégée, and it wasn't a lie. She always was looking out for her cousin and tried to help her grow up into a strong person. Even though it really didn't seem so.
Angel on the other hand was not used to this very much at all. Wide-eyed and half traumatized she had thought her heart stopped for sure. Normally she would receive a scoff or something, but to have this? Well, it scared Angel quite a bit more then her cousin had intended. But there is always a first time for everything, right? "Roxie, you're killing my ears." She finally said colder then she had intending. Quickly she continued, "But thank you. That really means a lot to me…" Saved.
Smiling gently she couldn't help but giggle at her cousin's behavior. "Now, lets get going. I'm sure more people want to see Angel for who she is. Right?" At that they both were already leaving the house. Roxie's mother couldn't help but wonder what had gotten into her child. For she was just as scared as Angel hearing the sudden loud noises from upstairs. Normally Roxie at least stayed reasonably civil. There went her yoga pose, and maybe even her hip. Ouch.
At the mall everything was going great at first. Not many people spent time staring, and it was better that way. What use would it do the two to have people looking at them like they were freaks, and then make rude comments behind their back. On the other hand it wasn't the best time either. A particular group of boys around twenty years old kept on following them. Wherever they would go, this troop would follow them. The green-eyed girl would look over her shoulder every now and then to see their persistence. There were at least three of them, and they didn't even look all that suspicious…if you were not the one being followed. They would browse the stores just as if they were shopping, and even had bought some items, but as they exited the mall that all changed.
One with red hair had made the first move when they had gotten farther away from the store. "Hey, ladies." He started with a cocky voice. Gently grabbing Angel by the wrist he pulled her closer and continued, "You want a date from just a nice guy? How about I take you for a bit of a ride." Angel just tried to ignore him as she did in the past with other guys when these things had happened. This was the reason why she had only gone out in drag one or twice in the past. "No, back off." She firmly replied trying to pry him off. Grabbing her again he continued with a sleazy tone, "Oh baby aren't we a feisty one? Well too bad you are coming…"
Roxie had shot a cold glare at a sandy blonde haired boy who was looking her over. Storming over to the guy who was spewing cheesy lines and being a pain in the ass she glared up at him and asked with an attitude, "Hey buddy! Want to learn what I learned in my crotch punching class? Because as sure as I am here you'll be in hell when I'm finished with you."
He blinked a few times and let go of Angel. "What makes you think a girl like you could take me? Plus, I was just complimenting your little friend." This guy wasn't exactly expecting any fighting back or something like that. He just wanted a little 'something something' and that was it.
"Hey mister! She's my sister." She replied her emerald eyes not loosing that look of pure hate. "Plus, I'm not a girl! Isn't that a little obvious? For being such a 'ladies man' you have no idea what they look like, do you? Guess you're a fag too, eh?" Every little bit of her diva attitude was being used in this little speech. Hey, no one treated her family like that and got away with it!
When this little squabble had actually ended, the guys were long gone. Also, that lucky red head did get to learn what Roxie was taught in her claimed 'crotch punching class'.
"Hey hun, are you ok?" Roxie asked quite loudly as they were running off. Well, lets say she couldn't exactly take on thee guys and bolted for it. She was speeding up her pace while holding tightly to her cousin's hand. Well it was obvious they were heading home for safety. Weather or not the guys had followed them, the two never knew. They just didn't want to get the consequence for their actions.
Angel would only glance back every few moments barely hanging onto her older cousin. "Y-yeah! Better then I'll ever be!" The both of them never did want to attempt to pull a stunt like that ever again. They found it was not a wise one at all, but it was a memory they would never forgot.
"Wait, why did you say I'm your sister?"
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