Chapter 22-Theme song
By: MysticFantasy
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"F.Y.I., I am never going camping again and I don't care what any of you say about stress. There is a thing called hair dye."
"You're gonna need a lot of it then." Clint remarked. "Might want to use something for those bags you got there."
"Hey, I don't wear make-up. Capsicle here is the only one who has when he was still an entertainer." Tony declared.
"I never wore make-up." the soldier stated.
"What was it like when you took the stage for the first time?" Bruce asked.
"Ugh, I remember it all too well." Steve answered.
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Steve sat in his new dressing room and stared at his reflection in the full body mirror. He felt very silly for wearing such a costume but he had been promised that it would be his way of helping with the war.
Sitting on a chair, Steve could hear the music and singing down the hall. The show would start in an hour and he felt like he was sitting on pins and needles.
He'd never performed anything in his life and in just an hour he was going to perform in front of a sold out audience.
As if wearing the tights wasn't bad enough, he just barely got his script a few minutes ago. His nerves were making the words blur together and it was making it hard to read the words.
Figuring it would be better, he found some tape and taped his lines to the back of his shield. With this new memory he got thanks to the serum, it wouldn't take long to memorize the lines once his nervousness went away.
"Five minutes." a voice called from outside his door.
Steve sighed heavily as he stood, grabbed his mask and made his way toward the stage. He didn't fail to notice the dancers look in his direction as he walked over. It was definatly new. He was so use to women ignoring him and looking at Bucky.
He made his way toward the stage and watched as everyone began to take their places.
"I don't think I can do this." he said.
"There's nothing to it." his manager said as he walked over. "You sell a few bonds. Bonds buy bullets, bullets kill Nazi's. You're the American hero."
"This is just not how I pictured getting there." Steve said as his nerves really began to soar.
"The Senator has got a lot of pull up on the Hill. You play ball with us, you'll be leading your own platoon in no time."
Steve wasn't sure if he could believe his new manager as he tugged on his mask and picked up his shield. He barely grabbed the item before he was suddenly pushed and was now on the stage as the dancers started singing.
But he felt frozen in place as he saw all the people that were watching him. Other than a baseball game, he'd never seen so many people at once.
He could barely find his voice as he raised his shield to read the still blurred words. He knew his voice was coming out of his mouth, saying the words on the pages before him, but somehow he couldn't even hear himself.
It was amazing how stage fright could control someone.
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"The man with the plan actually froze?!" Tony exclaimed.
"It was the first time I'd ever been on a stage performing. Imagine if it was your first time doing something like that and the theater was fully packed."
"Ok. You have a good point there." Tony agreed.
"So you were nervous about it?" Bruce asked.
"Of course I was." Steve answered. "You're talking about a guy who had never before been the center of anyone's attention and is now suddenly the most famous soldier of the war practically over night. It was not easy getting use to that kind of attention."
"What do you mean?" Tony questioned. "That kind of publicity is awesome."
"He is the only one of us with his own theme song." Clint pointed out and suddenly got slapped upside the head by Natasha.
"Don't give him any ideas!"