Signs
Title Signs
Prompt: Alisan somehow replaces Brooke as dancer/choreographer on tour. Focus on Kansas City tour stop/protestors. Behind-the-scenes goodness of all kinds. H/C Bingo: Epidemics.
Medium: Fic
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the real people mentioned. Situations are either totally fabricated or a fictionalized version of real events. Not written for profit.
Author(s): ficdirectory
Rating: PG
Warnings: Discrimination.
Notes: Written for nannerz2cool's request to the drabble meme & hc_bingo.
"Hey, don't look now... Those assholes..." Alisan swore.
The rainbow of signs lining the sidewalks were deceptive in their brightness. The messages were full of hate. There were men and women, and worst of all, little children, holding them. Worse, the bus seemed to be at an absolute crawl, leaving plenty of time for them to observe the offensive nature of every single sign. And hear every single hateful word.
"Bastards..." Sasha added between clenched teeth.
Both were startled when the curtain was suddenly pulled closed in front of them.
"Don't waste your energy on them. Come back with me and the boys. The Dark Knight's almost done," Adam encouraged, smiling.
If there was one thing he hadn't counted on, it was his shows becoming a magnet for protests and discrimination. Though he'd had a taste of it touring last summer with the Idols, this was on an entirely different scale.
This was bullhorns and shouting. These were children, being brought up to believe that the hate they were being taught was normal and okay. But the best thing Adam had found to do was just ignore it. Of course it hurt, and of course was hard to pretend nothing was going on when their negative message was spreading like a wildfire.
--
"Are you okay?" Alisan asked, once there was a minute to breathe backstage.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Adam replied. "Are you okay?"
"Hell, no! And I don't see how you can be either. They’ve got kids out there, Adam.”
“I know they do. I think it’s disgusting, but all I can do is focus on right now. Don’t think about all the hate out there. Think about all the love that’s gonna be in here,” he gestured around the arena. “This is a great thing. A great night for you. Don’t let them ruin that.”
Alisan nodded. “I know you’re right. I just can’t stand people thinking that way about you. They don’t even know you. It’s not fair.”
“Life’s not fair, girl,” he said apologetically. “But promise me you’ll focus on the good signs in here, and not the ones outside. They’re not what’s important. And hey! I can’t wait to see you kill all the choreography tonight.”
“Is that before or after I fall on my ass?” Alisan asked, grinning.
“You’re not going to fall on your ass,” Adam promised, pressing a kiss to her head.
“Hey! Did you all see the losers outside?” Allison called. “Me and Ori were gonna beat them over the head with her guitar. Not the kids!” she qualified. “They don’t know any better. But then we decided we’d rather just do a kick-ass show in here and make them all wish they came inside.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Adam agreed.
And when he took the stage, he focused on doing just that, and taking his own advice, giving love and attention to the positive signs around him. The screaming crowd who had come to support him. His dancers and his band who always had his back.
There would always be hate, Adam knew, growing like a cancer, and taking people over. But it wouldn’t win. Not if he could help it.
Love would always be stronger.
Prompt: Alisan somehow replaces Brooke as dancer/choreographer on tour. Focus on Kansas City tour stop/protestors. Behind-the-scenes goodness of all kinds. H/C Bingo: Epidemics.
Medium: Fic
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the real people mentioned. Situations are either totally fabricated or a fictionalized version of real events. Not written for profit.
Author(s): ficdirectory
Rating: PG
Warnings: Discrimination.
Notes: Written for nannerz2cool's request to the drabble meme & hc_bingo.
"Hey, don't look now... Those assholes..." Alisan swore.
The rainbow of signs lining the sidewalks were deceptive in their brightness. The messages were full of hate. There were men and women, and worst of all, little children, holding them. Worse, the bus seemed to be at an absolute crawl, leaving plenty of time for them to observe the offensive nature of every single sign. And hear every single hateful word.
"Bastards..." Sasha added between clenched teeth.
Both were startled when the curtain was suddenly pulled closed in front of them.
"Don't waste your energy on them. Come back with me and the boys. The Dark Knight's almost done," Adam encouraged, smiling.
If there was one thing he hadn't counted on, it was his shows becoming a magnet for protests and discrimination. Though he'd had a taste of it touring last summer with the Idols, this was on an entirely different scale.
This was bullhorns and shouting. These were children, being brought up to believe that the hate they were being taught was normal and okay. But the best thing Adam had found to do was just ignore it. Of course it hurt, and of course was hard to pretend nothing was going on when their negative message was spreading like a wildfire.
--
"Are you okay?" Alisan asked, once there was a minute to breathe backstage.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Adam replied. "Are you okay?"
"Hell, no! And I don't see how you can be either. They’ve got kids out there, Adam.”
“I know they do. I think it’s disgusting, but all I can do is focus on right now. Don’t think about all the hate out there. Think about all the love that’s gonna be in here,” he gestured around the arena. “This is a great thing. A great night for you. Don’t let them ruin that.”
Alisan nodded. “I know you’re right. I just can’t stand people thinking that way about you. They don’t even know you. It’s not fair.”
“Life’s not fair, girl,” he said apologetically. “But promise me you’ll focus on the good signs in here, and not the ones outside. They’re not what’s important. And hey! I can’t wait to see you kill all the choreography tonight.”
“Is that before or after I fall on my ass?” Alisan asked, grinning.
“You’re not going to fall on your ass,” Adam promised, pressing a kiss to her head.
“Hey! Did you all see the losers outside?” Allison called. “Me and Ori were gonna beat them over the head with her guitar. Not the kids!” she qualified. “They don’t know any better. But then we decided we’d rather just do a kick-ass show in here and make them all wish they came inside.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Adam agreed.
And when he took the stage, he focused on doing just that, and taking his own advice, giving love and attention to the positive signs around him. The screaming crowd who had come to support him. His dancers and his band who always had his back.
There would always be hate, Adam knew, growing like a cancer, and taking people over. But it wouldn’t win. Not if he could help it.
Love would always be stronger.