Challenge #2 - June table of doom
Title: Everything is Catching on Fire
Lyric(s) and band(s) Used: Hey Now Everybody by TMBG
Word Count: 505
Rating: PG
Original/Fandom: Glee
Pairings (if any): none
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con/etc): none
Summary: Artie moves to LA. A(nother) series of fics based on the "Fingertips" suite by TMBG.
You take a cab to Rachel's house. The fare is exorbitant and you know you're going to need a car asap. For now, you pay the cabbie an extra $10 to haul your bags up to the door. You really regret making this trip alone.
Rachel left a spare key in the mailbox and at least the cab driver offers to take your bags inside before he leaves. You leave the bags by the front door, hoping she won't mind. You don't even know where the study is and you feel uncomfortable exploring someone else's house when they're not around. You do grab a bottle of water from the fridge though. The flight left you tired and dehydrated. You just want to sleep, but you tell yourself to push through the jetlag.
You sit there for a minute, taking in Rachel's modest home. It's actually really nice, with new appliances and modern furniture. You know everything costs a fortune out here and you can't even imagine how much a place like this cost. You don't want to think about it. That kind of success seems so unlikely at this point.
You text Rachel to let her know you arrived safely. You have no idea what you're supposed to do now and you don't expect her to text back anytime soon. What a great welcome.
She does text you back. She tell you to come to set, she can get you a visitor's pass. You don't have any plans, so you agree. You take a city bus to the studio. It takes you 2 hours, but you don’t have anything better to do. You try to ignore that thought as it keeps running through your mind.
“Sorry, this is a closed set,” the guard says, looking at you suspiciously. You say your name and he immediately lets you through, only glancing at your ID and a quickly searching through your bag.
The cast is sitting on set while the crew sets up a shot. They’re all chatting or on their phones, but it all looks bizarre. You’ve been on plenty of sets, you know their heavy makeup and fake smiles are for the camera. That’s when it hits you that all these people are just actors. It’s not that you can’t separate them from the characters they play on TV, but it’s a weird disconnect to see these celebrities in person.
Rachel spots you suddenly and she comes rushing over. She smiles softly, “I’m glad you made it.”
“Thanks for inviting me,” you nod. It’s good experience just seeing how things operate on a professional set like this.
“No problem,” she’s still smiling. She must feel the eyes on you because she turns around suddenly and looks at her cast mates. She motions you to follow her closer to the cast. What else can you do? You follow her slowly. She looks around at the cast. “Everybody, this is Artie, an old friend. Artie, this is everyone.”
You give a little wave and just smirk. “Hey now, everybody.”
Lyric(s) and band(s) Used: Hey Now Everybody by TMBG
Word Count: 505
Rating: PG
Original/Fandom: Glee
Pairings (if any): none
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con/etc): none
Summary: Artie moves to LA. A(nother) series of fics based on the "Fingertips" suite by TMBG.
You take a cab to Rachel's house. The fare is exorbitant and you know you're going to need a car asap. For now, you pay the cabbie an extra $10 to haul your bags up to the door. You really regret making this trip alone.
Rachel left a spare key in the mailbox and at least the cab driver offers to take your bags inside before he leaves. You leave the bags by the front door, hoping she won't mind. You don't even know where the study is and you feel uncomfortable exploring someone else's house when they're not around. You do grab a bottle of water from the fridge though. The flight left you tired and dehydrated. You just want to sleep, but you tell yourself to push through the jetlag.
You sit there for a minute, taking in Rachel's modest home. It's actually really nice, with new appliances and modern furniture. You know everything costs a fortune out here and you can't even imagine how much a place like this cost. You don't want to think about it. That kind of success seems so unlikely at this point.
You text Rachel to let her know you arrived safely. You have no idea what you're supposed to do now and you don't expect her to text back anytime soon. What a great welcome.
She does text you back. She tell you to come to set, she can get you a visitor's pass. You don't have any plans, so you agree. You take a city bus to the studio. It takes you 2 hours, but you don’t have anything better to do. You try to ignore that thought as it keeps running through your mind.
“Sorry, this is a closed set,” the guard says, looking at you suspiciously. You say your name and he immediately lets you through, only glancing at your ID and a quickly searching through your bag.
The cast is sitting on set while the crew sets up a shot. They’re all chatting or on their phones, but it all looks bizarre. You’ve been on plenty of sets, you know their heavy makeup and fake smiles are for the camera. That’s when it hits you that all these people are just actors. It’s not that you can’t separate them from the characters they play on TV, but it’s a weird disconnect to see these celebrities in person.
Rachel spots you suddenly and she comes rushing over. She smiles softly, “I’m glad you made it.”
“Thanks for inviting me,” you nod. It’s good experience just seeing how things operate on a professional set like this.
“No problem,” she’s still smiling. She must feel the eyes on you because she turns around suddenly and looks at her cast mates. She motions you to follow her closer to the cast. What else can you do? You follow her slowly. She looks around at the cast. “Everybody, this is Artie, an old friend. Artie, this is everyone.”
You give a little wave and just smirk. “Hey now, everybody.”