Author's note/remark: I do believe this is perfectly in line with young Skywalker's persona and is hopefully...*gooooood*
I'm Anakin
"I don't like sand"
Anakin Skywalker could scarcely believe that half an hour before, he had just had his first kiss.
From her, no less.
She, the object of many of his a fever dream for Force knows how long…his angel since he was but a boy.
Just remembering how incredibly soft and warm her lips were sent a chill down his spine…among many other body parts.
Hmm…I'll have to ask Master Kenobi about this…stiff development, he airily thought.
Alas, Padme Amidala was truly a strong-willed woman. She excused herself for the night and would not take no for an answer.
Had it been anyone else, he would have put up a fight. But not her.
Never her.
"I don't like sand…", Anakin thought glumly, "real smooth, Skywalker…"
He sighed , strolling on the most perfect moonlit beach of her most perfect palatial villa.
But nothing could compare to her.
She was everything soft…and smooth.
He might have been the Chosen One, but by the Force…if only she could choose him instead.
Young Skywalker decided to take a seat within the mouth of a small cave along Varykino's moonlit beach and communed with the Force for answers.
Words failed him—and then he recalled an odd piece of advice from his own Master.
If you can't find words to speak to the Force…I do suggest you try singing to it!
He was sure Master Kenobi had been positively joking…then again, a most wonderful memory came to mind.
What a majestic sight Obi-Wan made—singing like there was no tomorrow, hanging gracefully and dancing atop one of the Temple's spires under the Coruscanti night in a way that could make the most diehard theatre purists stand up in ovation.
"And you can tell everybody," Obi Wan belted majestically, "this is your song!"
Whose song? He wondered, swearing he heard Coruscant's moon reply in a full tenor with a full orchestra in swing….but that was a mystery for another day.
He certainly wasn't dedicating that number to Anakin.
In his heart of hearts, he mulled if he should try singing…if that was the will of the Force, who was he to object?
What else did he have to lose anyway?
And so, Anakin Skywalker breathed in and allowed the Force…and the music flow through him.
"Doesn't seem to matter what I do…
I'm always number two…
Obi-Wan knows how hard I tried, oh-oh…I…
I have feelings that I can't explain…
Drivin' me insane…
All my life, I've been a slave….
And I'll sleep alone in this cave…
Whatever his doubts were had quickly evaporated and he surrendered himself to his song.
The Force had answered his call—and added a crisp melancholy melody on a metaphysical piano no less!
I'm Anakin!,
Born and raised on Tatooine
Is it my destiny to live and die a life without Padme Naberrie?
The Force answered his aching heart suit—crisp and perfect, with a glissando flourish spoken from the very atmosphere of Naboo and beyond.
I'm Anakin!
Where I see love, does she see a friend?
What will it take for her to see the man not the Padawan and fall for me?
The Force must have thought a change in direction was in order—one glorious and majestic, for from it was birthed the epic roar of electric guitars ready to shred from Coruscant all the way to the Outer Rim.
What was a boy—albeit one blessed beyond all others in the Force—to do but go on with the show?
Yes, the Force answered suit—suddenly he wasn't alone.
He wasn't sure he was on Naboo anymore either as the very earth and the sky above seemed to merge into one—as if that wasn't peculiar enough, an veritable army of his doppelgangers appeared from the bizarre aether that the Force had conjured.
Cosmic guitars and drums rang and all the Anakins turned their focus toward the original—what was a boy to do indeed?
Perhaps such questions no longer mattered to the troubled young Jedi.
The Force called and he, the Chosen One, rose with the vigor and swagger of a galactic rockstar ready to bring the house down.
He had been through stranger visions anyway.
I wanna know what it's like to love, to be the real thing!
Anakin belted out and his doppelgangers came at him one, two—ten at a time. He did not need his lightsaber—through sheer dramatic will did he fight back. Pushing away his doubles and his troubles with song made from his hands, his words and his waxed smooth chest.
Is it a crime?
Am I not hot when I feel my feelings?
His Orphean ode to the one he loved rang throughout the Force and beyond. Even his doubles—his doubts, his shame, his fears—seemed to fight and dance and concert to the notes he pulled from his purest, most secret heart.
And is my moment finally here, or am I dreaming?
I'm no Master…
Just then, one of his doubles pointed tauntingly and strode toward him—a shirtless angry Anakin with a curious black gloved hand, lustrous shoulder length hair and the sculpted pectorals and abdominals of a deity.
Anakin Skywalker was not going down without a fight.
As one, both Anakins bared their chests at each other and screamed with such power as to be heard throughout the galaxy, the Force and beyond…
Suddenly the very cosmos began to revolve around them—around him! And now a heavy synthesizer joined the vigorous staccato beat.
Can you feel the Anakenergy?
Feels so real, my Anakenergy?
His doubles got down to that discotheque of the Force. So did he – this fight was not one Anakin Skywalker cared to lose—interpretative dance moved and all.
"Mysterious, is the will of the Force," the sagely Yoda might have said had he beheld such a spectacle. Perhaps he would have been both perplexed and entertained by the absurdity of it all as well.
What a sight the army of Anakin Skywalkers must have made, flexing and prancing and pirouetting all over to the slick melody and rhythm.
His opposite member, that double with the strange gloved hand mirrored his own moves with glorious pompous purpose.
After first flipping those glorious dirty blonde locks, that is.
Can you feel the Anakenergy?
Feels so real, my Anakenergy!
And suddenly he and his double with the fabulous hair were at each others necks—and both of them realized the very message the Force had been trying to tell them—tell him—all along.
Was he that hard as a student that?
Ah, it did not matter…and he sang his most fabulous credo while his song returned to that cosmic ballad of power straight from the heart of the Force.
I'm Anakin!,
Born and raised on Tatooine
Is it my destiny to live and die a life without Padme Naberrie?
The universe swang slower then, in harmony with his realizations and a newfound sense of purpose…and his doubles came toward him— no longer as enemies but as friends—nay brothers!
I'm Anakin!
Where I see love, does she see a friend?
What will it take for her to see the man not the Padawan and fall for me?
His doubles surrounded him, smiling and he could have sworn the very stars around them bearing his face and smile.
There, came the glorious crescendo as Anakin Skywalker and his doubles—all of him sang together in peace, love and harmony.
Ah, the unbelievable power of self actualization…
I'm Anakin (And I'm enough)
And I hate sand because it's rough!
He thanksed the Force for this absurd and profound lesson—he only needed to be himself and maybe just maybe….
Padme! Check me out, yeah, I'm Anakin!
I'm Anakin! (and so am I!)
Put that mechanical hand in mine!
For his double who had shed the black glove revealed a most curious machine arm—what that meant could wait.
The Force had given him all the answers he needed for now.
Now all that was left was to bask in the absurd glory of being one so blessed by the Force.
Padme! Check me out, yeah, I'm Anakin!
Oh, what sweet sorrow it was to love, and want to be loved. Oh, what joy in knowing that he only need be himself for her to maybe—just maybe, love him.
This was the moment.
This was his moment.
And belted in a perfect tenor his realization and his plea, with closed eyes and shed tear did he.
For all the beach, for all the universe and hopefully—for her to see.
Baby, I'm Anaaaakin!
*song lyrics based off the glorious anthem "I'm Just Ken" from Barbie (2023).