Alli Calls Adam-SYTYCD Drabble
Title: Have You Ever Noticed?
Word Count: 625
Rating: Gen
Author: Idahophoenix
Characters: Adam, Allison, Sasha
Adam is enjoying his escape to Miami. He is unreachable to the world and has declared himself off limits to absolutely everyone--even Sauli. It's time to think, to write lyrics, to drink ridiculous umbrella drinks and listen to music. Alone. Yes, Alone, that's a good thing. He's even hidden his cell telephone. It's a little scary to be so cut off, but that's ok. Scary is good. He does his best thinking when a little scared.
The hotel phone rings. An apologetic voice, the hotel operator. "Sir, a young woman keeps calling. She insists it is an emergency. I'm so sorry to disturb you."
"Who is it?" Adam yawns. His damn crazy fans track him everywhere.
"Well, sir, she says to tell you it's the Cheshire Cat." Crap! That's Allison. God, it must really be an emergency. Adam feels his heart rate go up.
"Oh. Thank you. Thank you very much for the message. I'll call her right away." Adam fumbles for his phone. Thank God--it's charged. He dials Allison's number.
She answers, words tumbling out. "Adam, is that you? I'm so messed up! Thank God you called. Are you fucking watching So You Think You Can Dance? I just don't know what to do. FUCKING HELL ANYWAYS!"
"Whoa. Alli-slow down. What's going on."
"Adam!!!" She moans dejectedly. "It's Sasha!"
"What, what? Has she been hurt? I havent' been following things. Is she ok?"
"Adam, she's not just ok. She's beautiful." Allison is talking way too fast and Adam has to strain to hear. " Have you ever noticed how fucking gorgeous she is. How when she moves the air seems to move with her. How the muscles move in her arms and legs? How she's such a girl..but then again, sort of not. How even when she's on the stage with 20 other dancers, the only person you can look at is her? And the awesome way she and her sister are together--like they've known each other all their lives and there's just this pure kind of love shining. And then you wish that she'd look at you like that, but only not like a sister, but like she really sees you and then you think, sure I can sing, but I can't dance, not like that. So she'd never really see you, but just see a kid who's trying really hard. But still she'd smile all sweet and understanding, but it wouldn't be what you want at all. I mean, have you ever noticed? And then, Adam it goes like this, you just can't stop thinking about her, so you send her a smartass tweet and she sends you back one, but it wasn't what you meant to say at all. And you think all those months, all those months on the road and you never noticed, but she has to be on TV in front of everyone for you to see, but now it's too late, because everyone, just everyone is going to see it and how could you stand a chance! You know?"
Adam sits back. His heart slows. Allison's ok. Sasha's ok. Everything is just fine.
"This is your emergency Allison?"
"Adam I can't fucking breathe! Really, I think I'm going to have an asthma attack. Listen to me--this is me breathing hard, about to pass out."
"Ok. Ok sweetie. I get it. It is an emergency. But you don't even have asthma, so I think you're going to be ok. Let's start just by breathing together. We can do that. We're just getting ready for the show. Calm and center and breathe. And then maybe you can tell me more about Sasha, cuz honestly honey, I can't say that I've ever seen her quite that way."
Word Count: 625
Rating: Gen
Author: Idahophoenix
Characters: Adam, Allison, Sasha
Adam is enjoying his escape to Miami. He is unreachable to the world and has declared himself off limits to absolutely everyone--even Sauli. It's time to think, to write lyrics, to drink ridiculous umbrella drinks and listen to music. Alone. Yes, Alone, that's a good thing. He's even hidden his cell telephone. It's a little scary to be so cut off, but that's ok. Scary is good. He does his best thinking when a little scared.
The hotel phone rings. An apologetic voice, the hotel operator. "Sir, a young woman keeps calling. She insists it is an emergency. I'm so sorry to disturb you."
"Who is it?" Adam yawns. His damn crazy fans track him everywhere.
"Well, sir, she says to tell you it's the Cheshire Cat." Crap! That's Allison. God, it must really be an emergency. Adam feels his heart rate go up.
"Oh. Thank you. Thank you very much for the message. I'll call her right away." Adam fumbles for his phone. Thank God--it's charged. He dials Allison's number.
She answers, words tumbling out. "Adam, is that you? I'm so messed up! Thank God you called. Are you fucking watching So You Think You Can Dance? I just don't know what to do. FUCKING HELL ANYWAYS!"
"Whoa. Alli-slow down. What's going on."
"Adam!!!" She moans dejectedly. "It's Sasha!"
"What, what? Has she been hurt? I havent' been following things. Is she ok?"
"Adam, she's not just ok. She's beautiful." Allison is talking way too fast and Adam has to strain to hear. " Have you ever noticed how fucking gorgeous she is. How when she moves the air seems to move with her. How the muscles move in her arms and legs? How she's such a girl..but then again, sort of not. How even when she's on the stage with 20 other dancers, the only person you can look at is her? And the awesome way she and her sister are together--like they've known each other all their lives and there's just this pure kind of love shining. And then you wish that she'd look at you like that, but only not like a sister, but like she really sees you and then you think, sure I can sing, but I can't dance, not like that. So she'd never really see you, but just see a kid who's trying really hard. But still she'd smile all sweet and understanding, but it wouldn't be what you want at all. I mean, have you ever noticed? And then, Adam it goes like this, you just can't stop thinking about her, so you send her a smartass tweet and she sends you back one, but it wasn't what you meant to say at all. And you think all those months, all those months on the road and you never noticed, but she has to be on TV in front of everyone for you to see, but now it's too late, because everyone, just everyone is going to see it and how could you stand a chance! You know?"
Adam sits back. His heart slows. Allison's ok. Sasha's ok. Everything is just fine.
"This is your emergency Allison?"
"Adam I can't fucking breathe! Really, I think I'm going to have an asthma attack. Listen to me--this is me breathing hard, about to pass out."
"Ok. Ok sweetie. I get it. It is an emergency. But you don't even have asthma, so I think you're going to be ok. Let's start just by breathing together. We can do that. We're just getting ready for the show. Calm and center and breathe. And then maybe you can tell me more about Sasha, cuz honestly honey, I can't say that I've ever seen her quite that way."