New Obsession (Comes With a Drabble!)
OK, first off, all the Oscar picks I made here on LJ were correct. Go me! That said, this was not a tricky year to pick winners, as almost all the big awards were more or less sure things. Maybe next year will be less predictible. I was happy enough with all the winners, but was most happy about Sandra Bullock's win. I adore her.
At the end of that post, I promised I would confess my new obsession. And that's new since the end of November, so maybe not so new anymore, but it has definitely become a little all-encompassing. It all started with the American Music Awards. I did not watch them, since my musical taste vastly differs from what tends to be popular these days. But someone on my flist (I am going to guess astolat) posted a video of Adam Lambert's polarizing performance and, out of curiosity--since many people on my flist had been flailing about Adam most of the year--I watched. That was it. I was completely and utterly hooked. I got a hold of a copy of his album (thanks to my primary enabler, marzilla) and spent most of December and January listening to nothing else (and still am listening to only a few other things in addition to Adam, including Kris Allen's album, which also rocks). Fox Reality very kindly replayed American Idol 8 around New Year's, so I got to watch that all the way through, and the last few months have been a joyous haze of music, video, and fic. Both reading and writing.
I cannot explain exactly what it is about Adam that I keyed into. I love that he's honest about who he is, I love that he has no filter when he speaks, and just says what he's thinking, I love his voice, I love his positive attitude, even in the face of people villifying him. I think he's amazing.
So, as usually happens with these hit-me-like-a-truck fandoms (see: Torchwood, Kings, As the World Turns, among others), I am now writing in it. I just finished a longer story, and it is in the hands of my beta, but below is my first effort, written about a month or so ago.
In short, am a very happy fangirl at the moment.
On to the fic...
Title: Insomnia
Author: Chelsea Frew
Rating: G
Pairing: Kris/Adam
Word Count: 100
Summary: It is late in AI8's competition, and Adam can't sleep.
Notes: My thanks to marzilla for reading this first and telling me to post it.
Kris woke with the feeling he was being watched. The fluorescent display of his clock said it was 2:46. His gaze was then drawn to the doorway, spying a totally recognizable tall, shadowy figure. Raising himself up on his elbows, he sleepily rasped, "Adam?"
The tall, shadowy figure shuffled his feet. "Yes. Um. Hi."
"What's going on?"
"I couldn't sleep."
Kris had just that afternoon moved into Matt's now-vacant room. He smiled. "Come on in."
Adam wasted no time moving across the room to climb into bed next to Kris, wrapping his arms firmly around him once he got there.
At the end of that post, I promised I would confess my new obsession. And that's new since the end of November, so maybe not so new anymore, but it has definitely become a little all-encompassing. It all started with the American Music Awards. I did not watch them, since my musical taste vastly differs from what tends to be popular these days. But someone on my flist (I am going to guess astolat) posted a video of Adam Lambert's polarizing performance and, out of curiosity--since many people on my flist had been flailing about Adam most of the year--I watched. That was it. I was completely and utterly hooked. I got a hold of a copy of his album (thanks to my primary enabler, marzilla) and spent most of December and January listening to nothing else (and still am listening to only a few other things in addition to Adam, including Kris Allen's album, which also rocks). Fox Reality very kindly replayed American Idol 8 around New Year's, so I got to watch that all the way through, and the last few months have been a joyous haze of music, video, and fic. Both reading and writing.
I cannot explain exactly what it is about Adam that I keyed into. I love that he's honest about who he is, I love that he has no filter when he speaks, and just says what he's thinking, I love his voice, I love his positive attitude, even in the face of people villifying him. I think he's amazing.
So, as usually happens with these hit-me-like-a-truck fandoms (see: Torchwood, Kings, As the World Turns, among others), I am now writing in it. I just finished a longer story, and it is in the hands of my beta, but below is my first effort, written about a month or so ago.
In short, am a very happy fangirl at the moment.
On to the fic...
Title: Insomnia
Author: Chelsea Frew
Rating: G
Pairing: Kris/Adam
Word Count: 100
Summary: It is late in AI8's competition, and Adam can't sleep.
Notes: My thanks to marzilla for reading this first and telling me to post it.
Kris woke with the feeling he was being watched. The fluorescent display of his clock said it was 2:46. His gaze was then drawn to the doorway, spying a totally recognizable tall, shadowy figure. Raising himself up on his elbows, he sleepily rasped, "Adam?"
The tall, shadowy figure shuffled his feet. "Yes. Um. Hi."
"What's going on?"
"I couldn't sleep."
Kris had just that afternoon moved into Matt's now-vacant room. He smiled. "Come on in."
Adam wasted no time moving across the room to climb into bed next to Kris, wrapping his arms firmly around him once he got there.