I do not own this song. All rights to 'Bad Romance' go to Lady GaGa.... She is AWESOME. If you dont understand what dances they are doing, by all means. Go to youtube and look up the music Video to 'Bad Romance'. The dance in this chapter is basically what they are doing in the video. ENJOY
Silence greeted her.
Standing before the mic, Gab glanced around the room. It was a packed house, all eyes on her. The lights shined bright, warming her skin under their gaze. She looked and her eyes locked onto a pair of warm brown orbs that looked upon her as thou she hung the moon and stars.
Wilson gave a grin, a little wave behind the heads of others that sat before him. A quick blow of a kiss and Greg gagged beside him before mocking his own kiss blow.
She closed her eyes and placed her hand out to her side, snapping her finger.
"Gabrielle House. I have been forced here, along with the rest of you. To perform. Tonight, I am going to sing 'Que sera sera.' "
Someone rushed out to hand a object into her hand before quickly disappearing behind the curtains. House voice boomed out in laughter at such a stupid song that was picked causing others to glare him him, even a smack on the shoulder by Wilson. Holding the object up, she hocked it onto her ear, pulling the small mic to her lips.
"But I changed my mind. If you know this song, please sing along. I hate to show off. Oh and clap when necessary. Hit it!"
The lights shut off suddenly causing the crowed to gasp. Wilson was quick to reach out and grab Gregs hand in worry, which only made Greg press his lips and slowly squeeze the hand back.
With a flick of a switch, a hew of blue glow pooled along the stage, showing Gab standing before them, her arms to her side. The speakers kicked to life and at first, it was silent. The... a weird stream of piano music began to play. "What is this, the 1700 century?" Wilson had to agree with Greg, it was a old wire made piano, but as it played, someone scream before them.
Soon other voices joined in, teens were standing up yelling out, one even waving their hands in the air. Wilson looked and he saw the small smirk on Gabs face.
A spot light flashed and hit Gab straight on and her voice ripped out.
'Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance '
Wilson jerked back shocked at the powerful chorus that left Gabs lips. The kids down below and even around him starting to yell in excitement. Gabs voice... it was so powerful.
Reaching out, Gab sang out to the crowed, her fingers stretched out as thou in a helpless plea.
'Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance '
With a swing on her arm, removing the mic, she knocked the mic stand in front of her down. A loud crash and all the stage lights went on at once, setting the stage a glow as she began to sing out, her hand ripping into her hair, pulling the pins out, letting her curls fall in dismay.
'Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-ah!
Roma-roma-mamaa!
Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance!'
Shaking her head, letting her knotted hair fly around her shoulders and frame her face, she lifted her arms above her head and began to clap with the beat, causing the young ones in the crowed to follow suit.
'Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-ah!
Roma-roma-mamaa!
Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance'
Lifting the mic to her lips, she snarled and called out, her finger pointing out, causing Wilson so sit up straight, his eyes wide in amazement.
'I want your ugly
I want your disease'
She looked away, trailing her free hand across her chest, causing the strips of her dress to fall from her shoulders.
'I want your everything
As long as it's free
I want your love.'
Turning around, House and Wilson sat there shocked at the fact that Gab didn't have a cane yet she moved freely, showing no signs of pain. As she sang, Wilson noticed the teens, whom he figured knew the singer and the song itself, began to sing along with her.
As she entered the next set, jaws dropped when another figure joined the floor. A man, dressed in a pair of tight dress pants, dress shoes and black gloved hands, glided over to her. His dirty blond hair was slicked back but his eyes were covered by a lace strap that tied behind his head. Down along his chest and his back, black ink designs laid, giving him almost a dangerous feel.
She reached out and grabbed the back of his head, pulling him close, her lips a breath from his, his hand reaching out trail down along her expose back to the crowed.
'I want your drama
The touch of your hand'
She turned her head side to side quickly, the man following suit only to have her hand jerk down, causing the man to fall to his knees, his hand reached up, touching her leg over the skirts, Gabs face turned away, her arms hugging herself all awhile keeping the mic in her hand.
'I want your leather-studded kiss in the sand
I want your love'
"Oh my god, thats Chase." House laughed out. His sides were killing him, Chase was dancing half naked beside Gab. This was priceless, he should of brought his camera.
'Love-love-love
I want your love'
She turned to face the front of the stage again, Chase sliding behind her. She purred, her hands cupping the mic to her lips as she sang out lightly, all awhile Chases arms slipped under her own arms and trailed up from her tossed hair, trailing down her sides to her hips where he curled his fingers and bunched her skirt up, letting the sight of her ankles and shines show.
'You know that I want you
And you know that I need you
I want it bad, your bad romance.'
"Sing it with me!" Gab called out as she whipped her hair to the side, letting Chase jump out beside her. Together, as thou they had rehearsed it, they danced, their hips rocking together, one arm waving above their head quickly while the other land on their hip.
'I want your love and
I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
(Oh-oh-oh--oh-oooh!)'
Cuddy gasped out and covered her mouth while Larry barked and demanded to know who changed the songs. She watched in growing horror as teens got up and started to dance, trying to follow suit, even some of the kids were being stopped by their nurses for fear that their IV's would be ripped out, all cause they wanted to dance to what Gab and Chase were doing.
Throwing her arms out, she moved her arms almost like a broken toy, Chase followed, moving his legs in a weird Charleston. It was so weird and yet, it was so amazing to watch.
'I want your love and
All your lovers' revenge
You and me could write a bad romance.'
Tossing the mic to the side, she touched her ear and turned on a smaller head set, all awhile, she kept dancing. Beads of sweat were forming on her forehead and her leg was trembling. But as long as the 'suit' held out, she would be okay.
Moving back to the front of the stage, she sang the vocals, her skirts brushing around her, almost like someone had turned on a fan and was gently blowing against her.
'Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance'
Looking up, her eyes caught Gregs. House rose a brow but Gabs eyes narrowed, her lips a snarl. This made Greg narrow his eyes back.
'Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance.'
Snapping her fingers, Chase joined beside her, his hands clapping to the beat making the others follow along.
'Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-ah!
Roma-roma-mamaa!
Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance.'
Whipping her arm out, her finger clawed at the air, her teeth bare in her snarl as she sang out, Chase backing up slowly behind her. But her eyes, they never left Gregs.
'I want your horror
I want your design.'
She whipped her hand down and shock her head, rocking her body to the beat calling out, both her arms reaching out, her nails curling inward, beckoning.
'Cause you're a criminal
As long as your mine
I want your love!'
House pressed his lips a little at the threat Gab had tossed in front of him, but another figure came out and this made both Wilson and Gregs face go red.
A women came out this time. It was like she was wearing a long sleeve one piece swim suit. White lace wrapped around her long arms, while a thicker fabric covered her bust and hips, jewels and crystals sewed on, letting her glitter in the spot light. White panty hose covered her long slender legs down to her knee high white leather heel boots. Her hair was fluffed out and whipping around her in her quick movements, and just like Chase, she had a white thick strap of lace covering her eyes, tieing behind her head.
Together, her and Chase fell into Gab's dance, following every step she made.
'I want your psycho
Your vertigo stick
Want you in my rear window
Baby you're sick
I want your love'
"13?" Foremen stood there shocked, but he was sure that was her. He knew those legs anywhere.
Love-love-love
I want your love.'
Hugging herself, Gab purred out, Chase to one side while 13 was on the other. As she sang out, Chase buried his face into Gabs hair while 13 fell to her knees gracefully, pressing her cheek into Gabs thigh, her hand raking along the skirts as if in a need to touch her flesh.
'You know that I want you
('Cause I'm a freak bitch baby!)
And you know that I need you
I want a bad, bad romance!'
With a clap of her hands, Chase picked her up, cradling her to his chest while 13 laid on the ground. Kicking her leg out, letting the skirt fall to show her sliver spiked heel, her hands reached up and stroked threw Chases hair, pulling his head down to her before she jerked it away, twisting her body to fall only to have him catch her against his hip before she hit the ground, her legs sweeping out before her, sitting her down completely on the floor where 13 laid.
'I want your love and
I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!)'
13 rolled onto her back and rested her head in Gabs lap who only stroked her hair lightly before shoving her off, causing 13 to bend forward and jump to her feet, turning her back to the crowed while Chase faced them, falling back into their dance scheme.
'I want your love and
All your lovers' revenge
You and me could write a bad romance!'
Lifting their arms above their head, Chase and 13 began to clap with the beat. Soon the room was booming with followers, other voices calling out the next lyrics as Gab sat there singing out.
'Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-ah!
Roma-roma-mamaa!
Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance!'
This is bad.
Her hair over her face, hiding her in the shadows but tears were filling her tightly closed eyes. Her 'suit' must of snapped cause her leg. It wouldn't move. Snarling, her fingers curling into her skirts, trying to hold down the pain, to not let it show in her voice.
'Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-ah!
Roma-roma-mamaa!
Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance!'
She stopped but Chase and 13 stepped up, moving in front of her, waving her hands for the crowed to go with them, to sing with them as they moved in a broken rhythm, their hands clawing out into the air, twisting them one way then another.
'Walk, walk fashion baby
Work it
Move that bitch crazy.'
Gab panted deeply, tears dripping off her chin. She was almost done, just a few more bars. She could do this.
'Walk, walk fashion baby
Work it
Move that bitch crazy'
With shaking hands she touched her thigh, feeling the hard metal under her dress. She snarled, clenching her teeth. She swore she heard some of her teeth cracking but the voices from the crowed grew only louder as 13 and Chase egged them on.
'Walk, walk fashion baby
Work it
Move that bitch crazy'
Just a few more bars, Gab reminded herself. Pushing herself slowly to her hands and knees, she panted, her legs struggling to get their strength.
'Walk, walk fashion baby
Work it
I'm a freak bitch, baby.'
13 and Chase turned to grab Gabs arms, helping her to her feet. Chases lips parted at the sight of tears and jerked his head to look at 13. 13 noticed and panic covered her own. Something was wrong but Gab only pulled at them, moving them closer to the front of the stage, the roughness of her voice only adding to the stress of the lyrics.
'I want your love and
I want your revenge
I want your love
I don't wanna be friends..'
Chase held onto her more tightly. She must of hurt her leg. He tried to get her to walk off stage but she only yanked away, she only had a few more bars.. just a few more bars.
'Je veux ton amour
Et je veux ton revenge
J'veux ton amour
I don't wanna be friends!'
Shaking her head, she rolled her fingers threw her hair, pulling it from her face as she yelled out.
'I don't wanna be friends!'
Throwing her arms back to her side, she pulled them inwards to her chest as she bent forward, yelling out again.
'I don't wanna be friends!'
Whipping her arms out, she threw her head back, the lights flickering and changing to every color they had, covering them with every shade.
'Want your bad romance
(Caught in a bad romance)
Want your bad romance!'
Like a whip, 13 and Chase were back at Gabs side and together, they did their dance. Chase watched Gab carefully, ready to catch her if she fell, 13 doing the same but Gab kept pushing on, her heart racing, her body screaming out for her to step but she went on, breaking her body in the dance moves.
'I want your love and
I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
I want your love and
All your lovers' revenge
You and me could write a bad romance!!'
13 jumped ahead then, clapping her hands into the beat while Gab fell backwards. Chase caught her, pulling her head towards his own, threw the lace he tried to see her pupils, his fingers feeling her pulse, it was going to fast. Before he could do anything, she pulled arms length away from him, her face twisted in pain but she sang out, each step she took felt like she was ripping her muscle out but she pushed threw. Just a few more bars.
'Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-ah!
Roma-roma-mamaa!
Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance....'
The song ended and Gab stood there straight panting. 13 was before her, Chase staying behind. The crowed began to cheer and applaud. Some were just to shocked to do anything. Soon the curtains began to close and Chase touched Gabs hips, pulling her back slowly. 13 followed, giving a embarrassed wave to the grinning Foremen.
Once the curtains closed, Gab collapsed in Chases arms. Ripping the mask from his face, he touched her throat again. "Gab! Gab look at me, you need to stay with me, where are your pills?"
Gab flinched and gasped, shaking her head a little. She couldn't answer. She heard clicking heels as Jess quickly rushed towards them, panic on her face. On the other side of the curtain, both Cuddys were trying to get the place settled while Wilson and Greg sat there dumb founded.
'Wow...' Wilson muttered only to have Greg nod. 'Yeah...'
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It took a few moments but Gab was placed down on the floor off the stage, her legs stretched out before her. A air mask was placed over her mouth and nose, helping her breath as she waited for the pain to go away. 13 was talking with Jess, telling her what had happened while Chase busied himself on removing the 'suit'.
"What are you talking about?" Jess asked harshly, only wanting to be at Gab side. 13 held her hands up to stop her before sighing. "From what Chase had told me. Gab had got ahold of this device called the leg 'suit'. Its metal cast. Like the device we use to help keep a bone straight by bolting screws to it. Well this one just presses into you. From what I can tell, it was suppose to act like her thigh without it being her thigh.
The dress covered it up pretty well. Its still hasn't been fully tested but its suppose to work like, when Gab puts her leg down, instead of the weight going to her thigh where her muscle is missing, it would hit the metal cast and it would keep the weight off and just transfer it to her knee. Acting like a thigh without being a thigh. It seems when Chase sat her on the ground, it knocked a screw loose and the device lost its hold and slipped causing her infected thigh to feel the full force."
Chase pulled out the metal cast from Gab, tossing the broken object to the side. Looking up, he touched Gabs sweat covered face. "You doing okay?" He asked lightly. She opened her eyes slowly, looking up to him, weakly chuckling as she muttered. "I knew you would be up my skirt again. What would your wife think?"
"The same thing she always thinks. I'm at the gym."
That made Gab snort and Chase gave a little smile in return. With a nod of his head, glad to know she was okay, he was quick to lean over and give her a peck on the forehead. Pushing himself to stand, he called out to 13, telling her Jess could return.
Jess came to her friends side quickly, sitting herself down beside her. She watched Gab pant lightly, her eyes closed in her rest. Jess looked at the cane she still held before laying it back down at her side.
"You know, Cuddy is going to kill you for singing that song." She whispered.
Gab cracked one eye open to look over at her friend silently for a moment before a grin touched her face. Her voice muffled behind the mask.
"So worth it. I did good right?"
Reaching out, Jess pushed some of Gabs hair back from her arm before moving closer, resting her cheek against her friends shoulder, her hand grabbing the others tightly, letting her thumb brush along the others knuckles.
"You did great House."
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