Come away with me
Title: Like No One is Watching
Fandom: VRV
Characters/Pairings: Alex/Grace
Rating: PG
Disclaimer:All belongs to vylentcrymz & I
It should have been easy to leave everyone, everything. It was in his blood, after all, the tendency to bail on people you claimed to love, people who may actually love you even if they’d never admit it.
But as he steps into the theatre, and takes center stage in an empty auditorium, he realizes this is the place to escape. It always has been, for the audience, and the actors.
Acting is a way to escape your own private hell, and live in someone else’s if even for a few brief moments, you’re someone else, and can be anything.
That’s what they leave out in all the books and guides he’s been forced to read over the years, that camouflage the character gives you, the freedom to forget.
He could use some forgetfulness right now, after a fight with Dean that was particularly brutal because of the things they hadn’t said. Of course, his brain was making it worse, filling in the blanks for him and making him feel like even more of an asshole than before.
He opens his mouth, trying to find something, a sonnet, a monologue, two lines of script to start running, but nothing comes, his tongue is tied.
Sighing, he sinks down to the floor and looks out at the rows and rows of empty wooden seats. “Parting is such sweet sorrow,” he says dryly. Even the theatre would be gone by tomorrow, a snapshot of one of the few things that kept him sane this last year to play in the back of his mind when the bright lights of the big city got a little too blinding.
He takes a deep breath, trying to remember everything, even the sawdust from a half finished prop he’s breathed in during the process, but as he lifts his bag, he hears someone singing, their voice bouncing off the walls even without the aid of a microphone.
Somewhere over the rainbow…way up high
Alex thought he was alone, and normally he would have been pissed off to find out otherwise, but for some reason he found himself going toward the voice, and wondering who it belonged to.
For a moment, Alex wonders if he’d wandered into an old movie, one where there was a sassy, beautiful singer in a slinky red dress (or in this case, a fuzzy red sweater) with a smoky voice, eyes closed in concentration as she crooned out notes.
He leans in closer to comprehend what he was seeing, and that’s where he makes his mistake, some idiot techie had left a screw lying around and he kicks it, wincing as it falls off stage with a telltale ping.
Gracie gasps, her eyes snapping open before she looks over and turns the same color as her sweater.
“Alex! What’re you doing here!?”
“I knew it was you!” he says triumphantly before he notices just how embarrassed she is and gets a blush of his own. “Sorry I was… just saying goodbye.”
“Oh, right! You’re leaving tomorrow, I forgot. I guess you’re gonna miss this place, huh?”
He was, but that wasn’t what he was worried about right now. “You’re really good, I never knew you could sing! Let alone like that…”
“Please don’t tell anyone,” she pleads.
He looks at her likes she‘s gone insane. “What!? I kinda wanna tell everyone, you’re amazing, seriously.”
She blushes again, gathering up her stuff and kissing his cheek. “And you’re sweet but, it was only the acoustics, really.” She adjusts her bag before looking at him one last time, and giving him one last hug. “Have fun in LA, okay? Don’t get to Hollywood on us.”
And with a wink, she’s gone. But Alex has another snapshot to look back on, a snapshot of Gracie looking more beautiful than he’s ever seen her. A snapshot that he thinks back to more than he’d like to admit, because in that moment, she was singing just to him.
Fandom: VRV
Characters/Pairings: Alex/Grace
Rating: PG
Disclaimer:All belongs to vylentcrymz & I
It should have been easy to leave everyone, everything. It was in his blood, after all, the tendency to bail on people you claimed to love, people who may actually love you even if they’d never admit it.
But as he steps into the theatre, and takes center stage in an empty auditorium, he realizes this is the place to escape. It always has been, for the audience, and the actors.
Acting is a way to escape your own private hell, and live in someone else’s if even for a few brief moments, you’re someone else, and can be anything.
That’s what they leave out in all the books and guides he’s been forced to read over the years, that camouflage the character gives you, the freedom to forget.
He could use some forgetfulness right now, after a fight with Dean that was particularly brutal because of the things they hadn’t said. Of course, his brain was making it worse, filling in the blanks for him and making him feel like even more of an asshole than before.
He opens his mouth, trying to find something, a sonnet, a monologue, two lines of script to start running, but nothing comes, his tongue is tied.
Sighing, he sinks down to the floor and looks out at the rows and rows of empty wooden seats. “Parting is such sweet sorrow,” he says dryly. Even the theatre would be gone by tomorrow, a snapshot of one of the few things that kept him sane this last year to play in the back of his mind when the bright lights of the big city got a little too blinding.
He takes a deep breath, trying to remember everything, even the sawdust from a half finished prop he’s breathed in during the process, but as he lifts his bag, he hears someone singing, their voice bouncing off the walls even without the aid of a microphone.
Somewhere over the rainbow…way up high
Alex thought he was alone, and normally he would have been pissed off to find out otherwise, but for some reason he found himself going toward the voice, and wondering who it belonged to.
For a moment, Alex wonders if he’d wandered into an old movie, one where there was a sassy, beautiful singer in a slinky red dress (or in this case, a fuzzy red sweater) with a smoky voice, eyes closed in concentration as she crooned out notes.
He leans in closer to comprehend what he was seeing, and that’s where he makes his mistake, some idiot techie had left a screw lying around and he kicks it, wincing as it falls off stage with a telltale ping.
Gracie gasps, her eyes snapping open before she looks over and turns the same color as her sweater.
“Alex! What’re you doing here!?”
“I knew it was you!” he says triumphantly before he notices just how embarrassed she is and gets a blush of his own. “Sorry I was… just saying goodbye.”
“Oh, right! You’re leaving tomorrow, I forgot. I guess you’re gonna miss this place, huh?”
He was, but that wasn’t what he was worried about right now. “You’re really good, I never knew you could sing! Let alone like that…”
“Please don’t tell anyone,” she pleads.
He looks at her likes she‘s gone insane. “What!? I kinda wanna tell everyone, you’re amazing, seriously.”
She blushes again, gathering up her stuff and kissing his cheek. “And you’re sweet but, it was only the acoustics, really.” She adjusts her bag before looking at him one last time, and giving him one last hug. “Have fun in LA, okay? Don’t get to Hollywood on us.”
And with a wink, she’s gone. But Alex has another snapshot to look back on, a snapshot of Gracie looking more beautiful than he’s ever seen her. A snapshot that he thinks back to more than he’d like to admit, because in that moment, she was singing just to him.