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TITLE: You're Not Human Tonight
AUTHOR: sporadic_fic
RATING: G
WORD COUNT: 2,199
WARNINGS: None
DISCLAIMER: nothing described is real.
SUMMARY: A poolside conversation, a night in March 2009. Hollywood is a strange and frightening beast; reality TV more so.
NOTES: Humiliatingly overdue charity fic for daemonicangel. Title from a passage in Raymond Chandler's The Little Sister, a highly recommended look at the strangeness of Hollywood.
SNIPPET:
A Hollywood pool at night - speaking of cliches. Reality shows and America has spoken and the word star being brutally overused. Unoriginal observations like the stars don't even shine that bright in L.A. Because of the smog, right, but it's a metaphor too. A bad one. And he can feel himself doing it - there's always been that danger, there always is when you're a gay performer in WeHo, but it felt like a game, dress-up and masks, not like now that he's on TV and not just in California anymore. Sorry, Dorothy, but Kansas is scarier than Oz. Kansas is a world where he might be a scandal or a curiosity, and he's a symbol of something and he doesn't care, he doesn't owe it to anyone and he's not on a crusade, he just wants to fucking sing, but still what if he gets it wrong.
( Two sets of cliches, co-existing peacefully. )
AUTHOR: sporadic_fic
RATING: G
WORD COUNT: 2,199
WARNINGS: None
DISCLAIMER: nothing described is real.
SUMMARY: A poolside conversation, a night in March 2009. Hollywood is a strange and frightening beast; reality TV more so.
NOTES: Humiliatingly overdue charity fic for daemonicangel. Title from a passage in Raymond Chandler's The Little Sister, a highly recommended look at the strangeness of Hollywood.
SNIPPET:
A Hollywood pool at night - speaking of cliches. Reality shows and America has spoken and the word star being brutally overused. Unoriginal observations like the stars don't even shine that bright in L.A. Because of the smog, right, but it's a metaphor too. A bad one. And he can feel himself doing it - there's always been that danger, there always is when you're a gay performer in WeHo, but it felt like a game, dress-up and masks, not like now that he's on TV and not just in California anymore. Sorry, Dorothy, but Kansas is scarier than Oz. Kansas is a world where he might be a scandal or a curiosity, and he's a symbol of something and he doesn't care, he doesn't owe it to anyone and he's not on a crusade, he just wants to fucking sing, but still what if he gets it wrong.
( Two sets of cliches, co-existing peacefully. )