Valentine Talent Show
Harley stood in the stock room that was being used as the backstage area of the 3rd Annual Nuthouse Valentine Talent Show. Well, that wasn't the real name of the gig, but that's what Harley was calling it. Adaline had gone third and brought the house down. Then again, considering the two inmates performing before her had two of the lamest acts Harley had ever seen, and that included Moe dressing in drag, it wouldn't have been hard.
Now was Harley's turn, and while she wasn't the last act, the guy going on after her was going to be talking to a sock so she really didn't think he stood a chance of upstaging her. She pulled on the pink sweater she'd managed to borrow from one of the charge nurses for a costume and waited for the idiot juggling toilet paper rolls to get off the stage. She didn't even want to know why he thought that was an actual talent.
He dropped the last one and scurried off the stage area while the other inmates laughed and then it was her turn. It was a pity she didn't have music to accompany her, but Harley would make do. As long as she concentrated on the song and not what the date was, everything would be okay.
There are worse things I could do,
than go with a boy or two
Even though the neighborhood
thinks I'm trashy and no good
I suppose it could be true,
but there are worse things I could do
I could flirt with all the guys,
smile at them and bat my eyes.
Press against them when we dance,
make them think they stand a chance
and then refuse to see it through,
that's the thing I'd never do.
I can stay home every night
Wait around for Mr. Right,
take cold showers everyday,
and throw my life away,
on a dream that won't come true
I could hurt someone like me, out of spite or jealousy,
I don't steal and I don't lie, but I can feel and I can cry
A fact I'll bet you never knew,
but to cry in front of you,
that's the worst thing I could do.
She always had loved Stockard Channing as Rizzo. And hey, who didn't love Grease?
Now was Harley's turn, and while she wasn't the last act, the guy going on after her was going to be talking to a sock so she really didn't think he stood a chance of upstaging her. She pulled on the pink sweater she'd managed to borrow from one of the charge nurses for a costume and waited for the idiot juggling toilet paper rolls to get off the stage. She didn't even want to know why he thought that was an actual talent.
He dropped the last one and scurried off the stage area while the other inmates laughed and then it was her turn. It was a pity she didn't have music to accompany her, but Harley would make do. As long as she concentrated on the song and not what the date was, everything would be okay.
There are worse things I could do,
than go with a boy or two
Even though the neighborhood
thinks I'm trashy and no good
I suppose it could be true,
but there are worse things I could do
I could flirt with all the guys,
smile at them and bat my eyes.
Press against them when we dance,
make them think they stand a chance
and then refuse to see it through,
that's the thing I'd never do.
I can stay home every night
Wait around for Mr. Right,
take cold showers everyday,
and throw my life away,
on a dream that won't come true
I could hurt someone like me, out of spite or jealousy,
I don't steal and I don't lie, but I can feel and I can cry
A fact I'll bet you never knew,
but to cry in front of you,
that's the worst thing I could do.
She always had loved Stockard Channing as Rizzo. And hey, who didn't love Grease?