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iwillbelive.livejournal.comHi. This is my first time posing on here (so be nice?) but defiantly not the first Fic of any kind have written... :)
Yeah. Hey. Not sure how good this is but if people like it I will continue and maybe think about getting it Beta-ed. Enjoy, It's called 'Lines'. I wrote it a while ago but felt it needed an audience.
Oh, and bizarrely for me, it's an RPS.
Yeah. Hey. Not sure how good this is but if people like it I will continue and maybe think about getting it Beta-ed. Enjoy, It's called 'Lines'. I wrote it a while ago but felt it needed an audience.
Oh, and bizarrely for me, it's an RPS.
Title: Lines (RPS)
Paring: Mike/Dave (just cos there really isn't enough of it...;))
Word Count: 562
Rating: PG - I think
Warnings: I swear a bit.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything and am no way connected with the Boosh. I do not aim to make money from this.
Authors Notes: Said it all up top I think.. :)
"Hello?" I call out to an empty audience. It bounces around the previously packed hall, echoing off walls that were, only an hour ago reverberating with the sounds of the crowd cheering. Now there is nothing. It feels so hollow and simple. There is nothing special here, it is the audience that makes it special. I think we could play a crumbing warehouse and still, with the right crowd, it would be good. Providing I don't fuck up all my lines and then just freeze.
I think the thing was, was that I forgot. I forgot that the majority of the audience didn't know what Noel and I knew, Instead I forgot. And then I stopped. I forgot to keep going and cover my tracks. Instead I felt like I wanted to run away, run off stage and hide in a corner until the world has forgotten me - like Noel and I used to do when we were angry or upset as kids. Or when we played hide and seek.
I smile a bit at the memory. It was one of those days, the endless ones in summer where, for once Noel was at home with no-one to see and me and him had been left to our own devices, or rather, I had and he had to look after me. So, in an attempt, I presume, to get rid of me for a bit he proposed a game of hide and seek, I hid, he counted. I was young enough that it took me nearly an hour to realize he wasn't looking for me anymore. Yet even when I did come out I insisted he won. At the time I hated him for it but now, looking back, it just makes me smile. I hope one day I can look back and smile at how ridiculous I am being. But right now, all I can feel is confused dispaire at the world.
Everyone has bad days, I guess this is mine.
"FUCK IT!" I shout at the empty space and it bounces back at me, a little distorted and emptier but with the same passion that I yelled it with. Sometimes you don't need a reason to be angry - just and excuse.
"Fuck it." I mutter again. But this time the building doesn't pick it up.
A little while later a warm hand slips into mine and a second winds it's way around my waist.
"Time to go Mikey."
"Cool." I mutter but don't make an effort to move
"Come on, the bus is waiting. We've still got the after party to go yet."
I still don't move asides from to lean into Dave a bit.
"Mike, what's wrong?"
"Nothin'."
"I don't believe you."
"It doesn't matter, it's just a stupid little thing. I'll be fine."
"The bus is waiting." He repeats. As he walks away I know I've offended him.
"Dave, wait! You know I didn't mean it like that! It's just, I dunno, I guess earlier really shook me."
"What, with the lines?"
"Yeah."
"But you've forgotten lines before, what's the difference in this time?" He's sat in front of me now, crossed legged on the stage, facing the audience."
"I dunno. I think that's part of it. Like, why now of all times? We're halfway through a tour and it's going great. It isn't even like it was that an important line, I could have covered them easily.
Dave takes my hand and pulls me down next to him.
"Look at you mike, you don't need to kill yourself over a tincy slip up. You're funny, talented, Beautiful, Kind and not to mentions lucky to have such a wonderful boyfriend as moire!" He finishes with a but of typical Brown bravado that I can't help but feel my lips tug into a smile at the cheesiness of. To this Dave smiles back and pulls me into a very close hug - squeezing me tight to him.
"Don't worry about it, give it a couple of hours and you'll wonder why you were worried at all. You'll always be brilliant. Now, after party?"
"I nod and follow him out, feeling just a tiny bit better than I did before.
OK, how was that - don't think I got it very in character?? Please leave me a comment and I may continue it
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