[sunday reveries] lorna landvik quote
NOTE: Backdated to last night. Stephanie is effiecat, Sal is we_standalone, Zee is zee_ali, and all were used without permission, but lots of love.
"My dreams have come true and I'm scared I won't know what to do with them."
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“Wait! Wait…I’m sorry, usually we’d end with the curtain calls, but something more important simply must be addressed tonight…”
“Jesus.” Tommy breathed, smiling in spite of himself as he moved to hide behind Stephanie in the throng still assembled onstage. He was shoved forward for his trouble, her merry giggle sounding in his ears.
“Ohhh, no you don’t, Birthday Boy. Go and get your cake!!”
He would have protested, but sure enough the stagehands were wheeling out a cake, gleaming white and shaped like a pair of handcuffs. Channing still had a microphone in hand and was beckoning him forward, talking all the while.
“…credit for the cake, but I can’t. This comes with love from your dear friend Claire, with all her best for your birthday. Come on, everyone, help me sing!”
It started with the cast, ended with the crowd, and somewhere in the middle he realized that Zee, May, and the boys in Control Freak were joining them onstage. The Kellars were there, the Panagopolous sisters...yeah, that was Mom and Dad, all right. All of them singing, all of them there for him, right down to the toddler scampering over to clutch at the hem of the open white shirt on his costume.
Laughing, he scooped up May and let the song finish, then bent over and with her help blew out the scattering of candles on his cake. He had a feeling the applause that garnered was more for her than him, but it was well-deserved…she did a hell of a job.
When his worst fears were realized and he had a mic shoved into his hand, his throat closed and his face heated, but the crowd was already chanting.
“Speech! Speech!”
“G’won, Maestro.” Sal laughed beside him. “Say something that’ll get you well laid tonight!”
“For the record? You’re already getting well laid tonight.” Zee assured him with a wicked grin that made Tommy blush harder even as his pulse quickened hopefully.
“I…uh…wow.” He finally managed to laugh, gesturing to the amassed impromptu party. “I guess I need to say more than that, huh?...I dunno, this is just…amazing. Chan, our beautiful choreographer, Stephanie, this cast…my best friends here in Control Freak, Sal, Sizz, Ryder, Nez…my folks, my gorgeous fiancée and my baby girl…this is all just too much for one guy, ya know?”
He paused, grinning as he gestured to the audience with his free arm. “And you!! God, I don’t even know where to start…”
The reaction was enormous, shaking the walls and making his heart swell with a love he hadn’t felt since his last lifetime: a love of man so deeply rooted in power he couldn’t tell where one began and the other ended.
He brought the microphone back to his mouth slowly, speaking from the heart. “Right now, I’m standin’ here as a man with every dream I ever had laid right at my feet, and…sometimes I got no clue what to do with it all. And I want you all to know, right here and now, that havin’ you as an audience? Bein’ part of your lives in some small way? That’s part of the dream, and it’s what I live for. You guys…you helped make this birthday amazing, and I hope I’ll get to see you all next year to celebrate again!!”
As the audience cheered, May chose that moment to make a grab at the foam cover of the microphone and draw it over for her say in the matter.
“Tata a burp-pay!”
Laughing, he kissed Mayilia’s cheek as they stood before the audience to take their bows before exiting the stage…there was handcuff cake with both their names on it and, if Zee was a woman of her word…well, Tommy wanted to get home.
Fast.
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 635
"My dreams have come true and I'm scared I won't know what to do with them."
===============
“Wait! Wait…I’m sorry, usually we’d end with the curtain calls, but something more important simply must be addressed tonight…”
“Jesus.” Tommy breathed, smiling in spite of himself as he moved to hide behind Stephanie in the throng still assembled onstage. He was shoved forward for his trouble, her merry giggle sounding in his ears.
“Ohhh, no you don’t, Birthday Boy. Go and get your cake!!”
He would have protested, but sure enough the stagehands were wheeling out a cake, gleaming white and shaped like a pair of handcuffs. Channing still had a microphone in hand and was beckoning him forward, talking all the while.
“…credit for the cake, but I can’t. This comes with love from your dear friend Claire, with all her best for your birthday. Come on, everyone, help me sing!”
It started with the cast, ended with the crowd, and somewhere in the middle he realized that Zee, May, and the boys in Control Freak were joining them onstage. The Kellars were there, the Panagopolous sisters...yeah, that was Mom and Dad, all right. All of them singing, all of them there for him, right down to the toddler scampering over to clutch at the hem of the open white shirt on his costume.
Laughing, he scooped up May and let the song finish, then bent over and with her help blew out the scattering of candles on his cake. He had a feeling the applause that garnered was more for her than him, but it was well-deserved…she did a hell of a job.
When his worst fears were realized and he had a mic shoved into his hand, his throat closed and his face heated, but the crowd was already chanting.
“Speech! Speech!”
“G’won, Maestro.” Sal laughed beside him. “Say something that’ll get you well laid tonight!”
“For the record? You’re already getting well laid tonight.” Zee assured him with a wicked grin that made Tommy blush harder even as his pulse quickened hopefully.
“I…uh…wow.” He finally managed to laugh, gesturing to the amassed impromptu party. “I guess I need to say more than that, huh?...I dunno, this is just…amazing. Chan, our beautiful choreographer, Stephanie, this cast…my best friends here in Control Freak, Sal, Sizz, Ryder, Nez…my folks, my gorgeous fiancée and my baby girl…this is all just too much for one guy, ya know?”
He paused, grinning as he gestured to the audience with his free arm. “And you!! God, I don’t even know where to start…”
The reaction was enormous, shaking the walls and making his heart swell with a love he hadn’t felt since his last lifetime: a love of man so deeply rooted in power he couldn’t tell where one began and the other ended.
He brought the microphone back to his mouth slowly, speaking from the heart. “Right now, I’m standin’ here as a man with every dream I ever had laid right at my feet, and…sometimes I got no clue what to do with it all. And I want you all to know, right here and now, that havin’ you as an audience? Bein’ part of your lives in some small way? That’s part of the dream, and it’s what I live for. You guys…you helped make this birthday amazing, and I hope I’ll get to see you all next year to celebrate again!!”
As the audience cheered, May chose that moment to make a grab at the foam cover of the microphone and draw it over for her say in the matter.
“Tata a burp-pay!”
Laughing, he kissed Mayilia’s cheek as they stood before the audience to take their bows before exiting the stage…there was handcuff cake with both their names on it and, if Zee was a woman of her word…well, Tommy wanted to get home.
Fast.
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 635