Off-Key
Title: Off-Key
Rating: G
Pairings: None
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Summary: Sam is nearly tone-deaf.
Notes: Sort of a SPN/Phantom of the Opera fusion, sort of not.
He finds him the first time by accident.
Sam's sweeping behind the stage, humming a song from the play that is currently in rehearsal. He ducks around a curtain and nearly knocks into the man.
"Oh! Sorry, didn't see you there," he stuttered, catching his balance and the broom. The man looked up at him and Sam blinked. The man wore a mask, covering the greater part of his face and leaving only his mouth and part of his cheek visible. It's a striking and chilling effect.
"Your humming is atrocious," the man said before turning and disappearing into the shadows.
Sam spent a few minutes gaping after him, before shaking his head and continuing to sweep.
~*~
Sam sees him again several times, each time in a different area of the theater and always when there's no one about.
He nods and smiles at the man, but gets nothing more than a cold look in return.
~*~
It's on their sixth meeting that the man finally speaks to him. Sam still doesn't know who he is, since no one at the theater seems to know anything.
Sam is back behind the stage again, humming a different song this time. The man appears, leaning against a prop and watching him, arms crossed.
"You are nearly completely tone deaf," the man announces. Sam looks up.
"What?"
"You," the man says. "You hum and hum, but it is sharp and flat and never in tune. Say aaaahh."
Sam shoots a look around the area, but it is empty but for him and the man. "Aaaaaahh?" he says.
"No, no, no. Sing it. Aaahhh."
He tries to match the sound the man made. "Aaaahh."
"See? Totally wrong. Aaaaaahhh."
"Aaaaaahhh."
"No! How can you even live here if you cannot sing a single note correctly?" the man demands, striding forward.
Sam hunches his shoulders. "My dad worked here," he says. "I'm pretty sure the managers don't even know who I am."
The man snorts. "Obviously. Well, you're not hopeless. I've heard worse, but not much. Be here tomorrow." And he is gone again.
Sam stares after him, broom in one hand, and determines to be here the next day.
Rating: G
Pairings: None
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Summary: Sam is nearly tone-deaf.
Notes: Sort of a SPN/Phantom of the Opera fusion, sort of not.
He finds him the first time by accident.
Sam's sweeping behind the stage, humming a song from the play that is currently in rehearsal. He ducks around a curtain and nearly knocks into the man.
"Oh! Sorry, didn't see you there," he stuttered, catching his balance and the broom. The man looked up at him and Sam blinked. The man wore a mask, covering the greater part of his face and leaving only his mouth and part of his cheek visible. It's a striking and chilling effect.
"Your humming is atrocious," the man said before turning and disappearing into the shadows.
Sam spent a few minutes gaping after him, before shaking his head and continuing to sweep.
~*~
Sam sees him again several times, each time in a different area of the theater and always when there's no one about.
He nods and smiles at the man, but gets nothing more than a cold look in return.
~*~
It's on their sixth meeting that the man finally speaks to him. Sam still doesn't know who he is, since no one at the theater seems to know anything.
Sam is back behind the stage again, humming a different song this time. The man appears, leaning against a prop and watching him, arms crossed.
"You are nearly completely tone deaf," the man announces. Sam looks up.
"What?"
"You," the man says. "You hum and hum, but it is sharp and flat and never in tune. Say aaaahh."
Sam shoots a look around the area, but it is empty but for him and the man. "Aaaaaahh?" he says.
"No, no, no. Sing it. Aaahhh."
He tries to match the sound the man made. "Aaaahh."
"See? Totally wrong. Aaaaaahhh."
"Aaaaaahhh."
"No! How can you even live here if you cannot sing a single note correctly?" the man demands, striding forward.
Sam hunches his shoulders. "My dad worked here," he says. "I'm pretty sure the managers don't even know who I am."
The man snorts. "Obviously. Well, you're not hopeless. I've heard worse, but not much. Be here tomorrow." And he is gone again.
Sam stares after him, broom in one hand, and determines to be here the next day.