The New Boss - Chapter Nineteen
Title: New Boss - 19/?
Rating: MA 15+
Fandom: Torchwood
Genre: AU/ Romance
Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Spoilers: None. AU but the names of the Episodes are mentioned
Summary: There is a new Boss for Torchwood Cardiff.
To the wall
Words: this part 2,578 - So far - 33,280
Torchwood- Copyright BBC.
beta’d by the wonderful wanda1969
‘thoughts are in italics and single quotes’
Chapter Nineteen
They all moved towards the buses, and again Gwen tried to get next to Jack, but Owen and Tosh decided he needed a break, and attempted to keep them apart. Owen tried to get her to talk by asking about her singing, but she just kept trying to catch up with Jack.
In the end Tosh grabbed her arm and stopped, saying “Hold on a sec, I’ve got a stone in my shoe, I need to get it out.” She held on to Gwen as she slipped off her shoe and put it back on. In the end they were the last one on the bus and had to sit right near the front. Jack and Ianto were near the middle and safe from Gwen - for now.
“Ianto?” asked Jack. “Would you, for me?”
“What?”
“Snog me?”
“Jack, I like snogging you, but I don’t know about putting on a show.”
“Please, she’s driving me round the bend! And if I remember, you have offered before. To protect me from her.”
“Okay, for you.”
“You are wonderful. Worth your weight in chocolate.”
“Chocolate?”
“Yeah, just like you: hard to resist, melt in the mouth, smooth and sweet, and just divine.”
“Jack, you... you’re... words fail me.”
“That’s fine, you can use actions to show me,” leered Jack.
“Okay, when and where.”
Jack looked at Ianto in surprise, not expecting that response. “Don’t know, but it’s gonna be fun to plan.”
“You, Mr Harkness, are devious.”
“Why, thank you, Mr Jones.”
The bus finally arrived at the Rock Wall.
“Okay, everyone,” Evan got everyone’s attention. “We are quite early, so we will do a climb before lunch, have lunch and then I have a surprise for you.”
“That doesn’t sound good?” murmured Owen. “Bet it has something to do with the outdoors?”
“You said that as if being outdoors is a bad thing?” replied Tosh.
“Well it is, weird people live in the country side. There’s a rumour that there are cannibals who come out every ten years for ‘their harvest’. Maybe it should be called the countrycide,” snarked Owen.
“Very clever play on words - save it for the scary campfire stories,” Jack supplied.
Tosh and Ianto smiled and then had to suppress their laughter when they saw the shocked look on Gwen’s face.
“Gwen, it’s only a rumour. I don’t think it is true,” said Owen.
“But what if it is real? Maybe they will come after us? Oh Jack, I’m so scared!” She launched herself at Jack, clinging to him.
Tosh, Ianto and Owen were trying to hard not to laugh at Jack. He looked so shocked at Gwen’s reaction and the way she held on to him. ‘If only it was Ianto clinging onto me, that would be fine, but Gwen - yuck,’ thought Jack.
“Come on Gwen, let him go, Jack needs to be able to breath,” Owen chided her.
Jack was standing there with his arms out, while Gwen had her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. She looked like a koala.
Between Tosh and Owen, they were able to prise Gwen off Jack, while Ianto just looked on amused.
As Tosh steered Gwen to the tea table for a warm drink of hot, sweet tea, Jack sidled up to Ianto and pleaded, “Please snog me, now, I can’t keep having that happen to me.”
“Oh, but you look so adorable together,” Ianto sniggered.
“I’d much rather it was you plastered up against me, than her.” Jack then lowered his voice and whispered, “especially a naked Ianto.”
Both Jack and Ianto began to zone out as they both pictured in their minds that very scenario.
“Guys... Guys!” Tosh needed to yell to get the two of them to take notice of her. “We’re next to climb.”
They walked over to the wall. The process was explained and they were strapped into the safety gear, helmets and gloves checked.
“Okay, up you go,” encouraged Evan.
First in their group was Jack. He made quick work of the wall and abseiled down easily. Tosh was next; she was slower, but seemed confident in picking her hand holds. Then it was Ianto’s turn. He was graceful and seemed to have no problems going up, but came down too fast and landed in a heap.
Jack jumped forward to get to Ianto, who looked like he was in pain. Jack helped him unbuckle his gear as the instructor checked him over.
“You okay, mate?” Owen asked.
“Yeah, fine, the strap moved and pinched on the way down, so I wasn’t concentrating properly. Think I am going to have a bruise on my inner thigh. The ground came up quicker than I expected - just a small loss of dignity - nothing new.”
Jack sat next to Ianto as Owen did his climb. He leaned in to whisper in Ianto’s ear, “Would you like me to kiss your bruise better?”
Ianto went bright red, right up to the tips of his ears.
“Why, Mr Jones,” cooed Jack. “Red suits you.”
......................................................................
Gwen had stayed at the tea station, and had conveniently missed doing the climb. As she sat, watching them at a distance, she thought, ‘what a silly thing to do. How can you look good hanging from a rope? Though it would be nice to fall into Jack’s arms, but only from a foot or two. He would catch me, hold me tight, then have to reassure me I’m okay. Hugs, kisses... oh I can’t wait till we are together, he makes me feel all... hot.’
Whilst the other teams did their climb, Jack sat his team down at the tea station.
“Okay,” said Jack. “We need to work out what we’re going to do for the performance. We have had a few ideas, and they’re good, but we need to set it out, work out costumes, sets, all that sort of stuff.”
Just then Evan joined them and said, “The other teams have decided to work in groups as well, so your group will have to prepare about 20 to 30 minutes of performances. Do you want one of the staff to perform with you or are you happy just to be the five of you?”
“Can we get back to you with that Evan?” asked Jack.
“Yeah, no worries, just give whoever it is, if you want someone, enough time to be able to rehearse and learn their lines if needed,” Evan replied.
“Will do, Evan.” he said as Evan walked over to the other groups. “Now guys, we’ve been hashing ideas around, lets get planning, any firm ideas?”
Tosh started to speak. “How about a mini musical? Stick some songs together to make a story, or we could do the performance like a concert, pretend it is the Royal Variety Show, or Music Awards, the winners singing their songs.”
“Great idea, Tosh, the mini musical may be harder, but it sounds fun. I vote for the musical, who else?” asked Jack.
“Oh, the musical, then I could be the leading Lady.”
Ianto rolled his eyes at what Gwen had said.
“Musical, yeah sounds fine by me,” was Owen’s response.
“I vote for the musical as well,” said Ianto, and Tosh nodded.
Ianto got out his bag, that had been left at the tea station earlier along with the other bags.
“I’ve got my i-pod and laptop; I reckon we will need backing music, we could get karaoke from i-tunes and play that so we don’t have to worry about the music. We can Google the words of the songs, which we can change slightly, if needed, to fit into what the story is.” Ianto fired up the laptop, attached the i-pod and downloaded his songs list. “Owen I saw you had your i-pod as well, have you got any other songs than these?”
Owen looked over Ianto shoulder and checked out the playlist. “Ianto, you definitely have a weird musical taste. There are lots of songs I don’t even know.”
“They will be my New Zealand, Australian and Canadian songs.”
“What?”
“One of my Uni mates is Canadian - he introduced me to lots of bands, one of my favorites is Barenaked Ladies. Jack it’s a band of guys, but they do have a tendency to record tracks naked,” Ianto explained.
“They’re good - hey - don’t look so surprised,” replied Jack. “I used to work in the Chicago Office - they are great live, a concert you don’t forget quickly.”
“Another of my friends,” continued Ianto, “is a scientist. He left the UK to work for the CSIRO in Australia. He is a bit of a music freak and he’s has sent me links to the most amazing bands: Cold Chisel, Ice House, Australian Crawl, Skyhooks, The Cat Empire, Silverchair, Dragon, Killing Heidi...”
“Some of this stuff has really weird names,” Owen said as he read though Ianto’s playlist. “GANGajang, GUD, Frente, Hoodoo Gurus, Mental As Anything, Midnight Oil.”
“Do you known the lead singer of Midnight Oil is now the Environment Minister in the Federal Government of Australia, they had songs like, ‘US Forces’, its’ a..... lot anti USA, ‘Blue Sky Mine’ is about big companies not looking after their workers,” Ianto explained, sounding distracted as he read through the songs.
“Hey, Tea-Boy, what are you doing with musicals. You’ve got stuff from the Phantom of the Opera, Grease, Anything Goes. Never would have picked you as the musical theater sort, and there’re heaps of Beatles stuff, thought you would have been too young for the Beatles. Oh, you’ve got some Weird Al, I love Weird Al Yankovic. There are even some Wiggles songs. Why the Wiggles?”
“I have a niece and nephew. I play that when they are in the car with me.”
“Oh - yeah, that makes sense.”
“Also,” Ianto added, “if any one thinks of a song, we can look it up on i-tunes and the words on Google.”
They all sat there happily talking about songs, concerts and musicals they had been to.
“I’ve seen the ‘Sound of Music’ on the telly,” said Gwen, who was a bit miffed. She was the only one who hadn’t seen any musicals. Jack, Owen, Tosh and Ianto had found out they all had a secret love of them and were happily reminiscing about favorites, and Gwen was feeling left out.
“It’s a great movie,” replied Owen. “Who’s been to a Sing-a-Long? They are a hoot.”
Ianto had, Tosh had wanted to and Jack just got up and twirled, singing ‘The hills are alive with the sound of music.’
“Wow, you have a great voice,” said Tosh. “I’m nowhere near that standard. You are going to have to be our lead.”
“That’s a good idea, not being lead, but everyone should have a sing. We can see who’s voices will blend and the strength of voices, as I don’t think we will be able to organise mics. etcetera.”
Both Owen and Tosh sang; they had good voices and kept tune really well, considering they were unaccompanied - much better than Gwen, who had insisted on singing - again. She was no better than before, in fact even a bit worse, if that was possible. Everyone could see how much she thought she was a good singer.
Jack tried not to wince as she hit a high pitched note, way off key. “Okay, Ianto, your turn.”
Ianto choose to sing the first few lines of ‘Sunset Boulevard’ then changed to
And there's a place I go for breakfast every afternoon
The coffees rubbish and the bacons always hard to chew
And the toast is always soggy,
but I hardly notice
The food takes such a long time to get made
Even when I'm the only person in the cafe,
and the tables always wobbly
But I hardly notice
You probably thinking why would I even bother eating there rotter on a daily basis
there's heaps of other places
But I'll change to another place even if their bacon is rubber
and the taste of the cuppa makes peoples faces all splutter
It's the waitress I love her
The way she cleans plates with a clutter
Makes my heart race race with a flutter
I know it's crazy to love a lady that basically just a stranger with an apron down her front
I don't need to ask her name and number
Cause this relationship is built on breakfast
I'm waiting on her just to wait on me
And there's a place I go for breakfast every afternoon
The coffees rubbish and the bacons always hard to chew
and the toast is always soggy
But I hardly notice
And the food takes such a long time to get made
even when I'm the only person in the cafe
and the tables always wobbly
But I hardly notice
She says hi to me bye to me that'll be 5.95 to me
I don't really mind that's alright with me
I just smile and eat
sometimes we mightn't speak for like a week
she knows that in my quiet time I Ike to write a poem
with my headphones, newspaper, bacon, fried or poached eggs, slice of toast, a long black
but the beans are always burnt
and if the cup is dirty she just cleans it with her shirt
I wonder if she's my ideal girl
and what would happen if we date in the real world
Na, I don't want to risk what we have
and have to tip cause of that
Besides this relationship is built on breakfast
I'm waiting on her just to wait on me
and there's a place I go or breakfast every afternoon
The coffees rubbish and the bacons always hard to chew
and the toast is always soggy
But I hardly notice
And the food takes such a long time to get made
even when I'm the only person in the cafe
and my tables always wobbly
But I hardly notice
And it don't matter that the bacon I eat is cold
And it okay that their newspapers are weeks old
No I don't mind, no it's fine cause she is all that I'm there for
And there's a place I go for breakfast every afternoon
The coffees rubbish and the bacons always hard to chew
and the toast is always soggy
But I hardly notice
And the food takes such a long time to get made
even when I'm the only person jn the cafe
And the tables always wobbly
but I hardly notice
Ianto finished singing and looked up. He had his head down, a bit embarrassed at singing without music.
“I sang that last one as I thought it could be a good opening song, then we could do others in the Cafe, the waitress sings, the cook, other patrons...”
They all looked at him. “That’s great.” “Like the Idea.” and “Wow, you sing beautifully,” from Gwen, Owen and Tosh respectively. Jack just stared at Ianto, amazed, thinking ‘wow, what can’t he do?' Then said, “yeah, good idea.”
They sat there and within half an hour they had it all worked out. Gwen was annoyed - she had the ‘Waitress’ part. She wanted to be a leading lady, but was placated by having it explained to her she was on stage most, and would be the lead character, although they didn’t tell her she would be singing the least.
They were, on the whole, looking forward to the performance, though some of them were nervous.
note
The Waitress Song is by a guy called Seth Sentry, he does hip hop and is Australian, so it’s been called ‘skip hop’, after Skippy a character in a kids show from the 60’s, ‘Skippy the bush Kangaroo’.
You can listen to this song by Seth Sentry here
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QaqEC_4qDo0
CSIRO is the Commonwealth Scientific and Industrial Research Organisation. Check out their website, they have done and do some amazing stuff.
http://www.csiro.au/
Rating: MA 15+
Fandom: Torchwood
Genre: AU/ Romance
Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Spoilers: None. AU but the names of the Episodes are mentioned
Summary: There is a new Boss for Torchwood Cardiff.
To the wall
Words: this part 2,578 - So far - 33,280
Torchwood- Copyright BBC.
beta’d by the wonderful wanda1969
‘thoughts are in italics and single quotes’
Chapter Nineteen
They all moved towards the buses, and again Gwen tried to get next to Jack, but Owen and Tosh decided he needed a break, and attempted to keep them apart. Owen tried to get her to talk by asking about her singing, but she just kept trying to catch up with Jack.
In the end Tosh grabbed her arm and stopped, saying “Hold on a sec, I’ve got a stone in my shoe, I need to get it out.” She held on to Gwen as she slipped off her shoe and put it back on. In the end they were the last one on the bus and had to sit right near the front. Jack and Ianto were near the middle and safe from Gwen - for now.
“Ianto?” asked Jack. “Would you, for me?”
“What?”
“Snog me?”
“Jack, I like snogging you, but I don’t know about putting on a show.”
“Please, she’s driving me round the bend! And if I remember, you have offered before. To protect me from her.”
“Okay, for you.”
“You are wonderful. Worth your weight in chocolate.”
“Chocolate?”
“Yeah, just like you: hard to resist, melt in the mouth, smooth and sweet, and just divine.”
“Jack, you... you’re... words fail me.”
“That’s fine, you can use actions to show me,” leered Jack.
“Okay, when and where.”
Jack looked at Ianto in surprise, not expecting that response. “Don’t know, but it’s gonna be fun to plan.”
“You, Mr Harkness, are devious.”
“Why, thank you, Mr Jones.”
The bus finally arrived at the Rock Wall.
“Okay, everyone,” Evan got everyone’s attention. “We are quite early, so we will do a climb before lunch, have lunch and then I have a surprise for you.”
“That doesn’t sound good?” murmured Owen. “Bet it has something to do with the outdoors?”
“You said that as if being outdoors is a bad thing?” replied Tosh.
“Well it is, weird people live in the country side. There’s a rumour that there are cannibals who come out every ten years for ‘their harvest’. Maybe it should be called the countrycide,” snarked Owen.
“Very clever play on words - save it for the scary campfire stories,” Jack supplied.
Tosh and Ianto smiled and then had to suppress their laughter when they saw the shocked look on Gwen’s face.
“Gwen, it’s only a rumour. I don’t think it is true,” said Owen.
“But what if it is real? Maybe they will come after us? Oh Jack, I’m so scared!” She launched herself at Jack, clinging to him.
Tosh, Ianto and Owen were trying to hard not to laugh at Jack. He looked so shocked at Gwen’s reaction and the way she held on to him. ‘If only it was Ianto clinging onto me, that would be fine, but Gwen - yuck,’ thought Jack.
“Come on Gwen, let him go, Jack needs to be able to breath,” Owen chided her.
Jack was standing there with his arms out, while Gwen had her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. She looked like a koala.
Between Tosh and Owen, they were able to prise Gwen off Jack, while Ianto just looked on amused.
As Tosh steered Gwen to the tea table for a warm drink of hot, sweet tea, Jack sidled up to Ianto and pleaded, “Please snog me, now, I can’t keep having that happen to me.”
“Oh, but you look so adorable together,” Ianto sniggered.
“I’d much rather it was you plastered up against me, than her.” Jack then lowered his voice and whispered, “especially a naked Ianto.”
Both Jack and Ianto began to zone out as they both pictured in their minds that very scenario.
“Guys... Guys!” Tosh needed to yell to get the two of them to take notice of her. “We’re next to climb.”
They walked over to the wall. The process was explained and they were strapped into the safety gear, helmets and gloves checked.
“Okay, up you go,” encouraged Evan.
First in their group was Jack. He made quick work of the wall and abseiled down easily. Tosh was next; she was slower, but seemed confident in picking her hand holds. Then it was Ianto’s turn. He was graceful and seemed to have no problems going up, but came down too fast and landed in a heap.
Jack jumped forward to get to Ianto, who looked like he was in pain. Jack helped him unbuckle his gear as the instructor checked him over.
“You okay, mate?” Owen asked.
“Yeah, fine, the strap moved and pinched on the way down, so I wasn’t concentrating properly. Think I am going to have a bruise on my inner thigh. The ground came up quicker than I expected - just a small loss of dignity - nothing new.”
Jack sat next to Ianto as Owen did his climb. He leaned in to whisper in Ianto’s ear, “Would you like me to kiss your bruise better?”
Ianto went bright red, right up to the tips of his ears.
“Why, Mr Jones,” cooed Jack. “Red suits you.”
......................................................................
Gwen had stayed at the tea station, and had conveniently missed doing the climb. As she sat, watching them at a distance, she thought, ‘what a silly thing to do. How can you look good hanging from a rope? Though it would be nice to fall into Jack’s arms, but only from a foot or two. He would catch me, hold me tight, then have to reassure me I’m okay. Hugs, kisses... oh I can’t wait till we are together, he makes me feel all... hot.’
Whilst the other teams did their climb, Jack sat his team down at the tea station.
“Okay,” said Jack. “We need to work out what we’re going to do for the performance. We have had a few ideas, and they’re good, but we need to set it out, work out costumes, sets, all that sort of stuff.”
Just then Evan joined them and said, “The other teams have decided to work in groups as well, so your group will have to prepare about 20 to 30 minutes of performances. Do you want one of the staff to perform with you or are you happy just to be the five of you?”
“Can we get back to you with that Evan?” asked Jack.
“Yeah, no worries, just give whoever it is, if you want someone, enough time to be able to rehearse and learn their lines if needed,” Evan replied.
“Will do, Evan.” he said as Evan walked over to the other groups. “Now guys, we’ve been hashing ideas around, lets get planning, any firm ideas?”
Tosh started to speak. “How about a mini musical? Stick some songs together to make a story, or we could do the performance like a concert, pretend it is the Royal Variety Show, or Music Awards, the winners singing their songs.”
“Great idea, Tosh, the mini musical may be harder, but it sounds fun. I vote for the musical, who else?” asked Jack.
“Oh, the musical, then I could be the leading Lady.”
Ianto rolled his eyes at what Gwen had said.
“Musical, yeah sounds fine by me,” was Owen’s response.
“I vote for the musical as well,” said Ianto, and Tosh nodded.
Ianto got out his bag, that had been left at the tea station earlier along with the other bags.
“I’ve got my i-pod and laptop; I reckon we will need backing music, we could get karaoke from i-tunes and play that so we don’t have to worry about the music. We can Google the words of the songs, which we can change slightly, if needed, to fit into what the story is.” Ianto fired up the laptop, attached the i-pod and downloaded his songs list. “Owen I saw you had your i-pod as well, have you got any other songs than these?”
Owen looked over Ianto shoulder and checked out the playlist. “Ianto, you definitely have a weird musical taste. There are lots of songs I don’t even know.”
“They will be my New Zealand, Australian and Canadian songs.”
“What?”
“One of my Uni mates is Canadian - he introduced me to lots of bands, one of my favorites is Barenaked Ladies. Jack it’s a band of guys, but they do have a tendency to record tracks naked,” Ianto explained.
“They’re good - hey - don’t look so surprised,” replied Jack. “I used to work in the Chicago Office - they are great live, a concert you don’t forget quickly.”
“Another of my friends,” continued Ianto, “is a scientist. He left the UK to work for the CSIRO in Australia. He is a bit of a music freak and he’s has sent me links to the most amazing bands: Cold Chisel, Ice House, Australian Crawl, Skyhooks, The Cat Empire, Silverchair, Dragon, Killing Heidi...”
“Some of this stuff has really weird names,” Owen said as he read though Ianto’s playlist. “GANGajang, GUD, Frente, Hoodoo Gurus, Mental As Anything, Midnight Oil.”
“Do you known the lead singer of Midnight Oil is now the Environment Minister in the Federal Government of Australia, they had songs like, ‘US Forces’, its’ a..... lot anti USA, ‘Blue Sky Mine’ is about big companies not looking after their workers,” Ianto explained, sounding distracted as he read through the songs.
“Hey, Tea-Boy, what are you doing with musicals. You’ve got stuff from the Phantom of the Opera, Grease, Anything Goes. Never would have picked you as the musical theater sort, and there’re heaps of Beatles stuff, thought you would have been too young for the Beatles. Oh, you’ve got some Weird Al, I love Weird Al Yankovic. There are even some Wiggles songs. Why the Wiggles?”
“I have a niece and nephew. I play that when they are in the car with me.”
“Oh - yeah, that makes sense.”
“Also,” Ianto added, “if any one thinks of a song, we can look it up on i-tunes and the words on Google.”
They all sat there happily talking about songs, concerts and musicals they had been to.
“I’ve seen the ‘Sound of Music’ on the telly,” said Gwen, who was a bit miffed. She was the only one who hadn’t seen any musicals. Jack, Owen, Tosh and Ianto had found out they all had a secret love of them and were happily reminiscing about favorites, and Gwen was feeling left out.
“It’s a great movie,” replied Owen. “Who’s been to a Sing-a-Long? They are a hoot.”
Ianto had, Tosh had wanted to and Jack just got up and twirled, singing ‘The hills are alive with the sound of music.’
“Wow, you have a great voice,” said Tosh. “I’m nowhere near that standard. You are going to have to be our lead.”
“That’s a good idea, not being lead, but everyone should have a sing. We can see who’s voices will blend and the strength of voices, as I don’t think we will be able to organise mics. etcetera.”
Both Owen and Tosh sang; they had good voices and kept tune really well, considering they were unaccompanied - much better than Gwen, who had insisted on singing - again. She was no better than before, in fact even a bit worse, if that was possible. Everyone could see how much she thought she was a good singer.
Jack tried not to wince as she hit a high pitched note, way off key. “Okay, Ianto, your turn.”
Ianto choose to sing the first few lines of ‘Sunset Boulevard’ then changed to
And there's a place I go for breakfast every afternoon
The coffees rubbish and the bacons always hard to chew
And the toast is always soggy,
but I hardly notice
The food takes such a long time to get made
Even when I'm the only person in the cafe,
and the tables always wobbly
But I hardly notice
You probably thinking why would I even bother eating there rotter on a daily basis
there's heaps of other places
But I'll change to another place even if their bacon is rubber
and the taste of the cuppa makes peoples faces all splutter
It's the waitress I love her
The way she cleans plates with a clutter
Makes my heart race race with a flutter
I know it's crazy to love a lady that basically just a stranger with an apron down her front
I don't need to ask her name and number
Cause this relationship is built on breakfast
I'm waiting on her just to wait on me
And there's a place I go for breakfast every afternoon
The coffees rubbish and the bacons always hard to chew
and the toast is always soggy
But I hardly notice
And the food takes such a long time to get made
even when I'm the only person in the cafe
and the tables always wobbly
But I hardly notice
She says hi to me bye to me that'll be 5.95 to me
I don't really mind that's alright with me
I just smile and eat
sometimes we mightn't speak for like a week
she knows that in my quiet time I Ike to write a poem
with my headphones, newspaper, bacon, fried or poached eggs, slice of toast, a long black
but the beans are always burnt
and if the cup is dirty she just cleans it with her shirt
I wonder if she's my ideal girl
and what would happen if we date in the real world
Na, I don't want to risk what we have
and have to tip cause of that
Besides this relationship is built on breakfast
I'm waiting on her just to wait on me
and there's a place I go or breakfast every afternoon
The coffees rubbish and the bacons always hard to chew
and the toast is always soggy
But I hardly notice
And the food takes such a long time to get made
even when I'm the only person in the cafe
and my tables always wobbly
But I hardly notice
And it don't matter that the bacon I eat is cold
And it okay that their newspapers are weeks old
No I don't mind, no it's fine cause she is all that I'm there for
And there's a place I go for breakfast every afternoon
The coffees rubbish and the bacons always hard to chew
and the toast is always soggy
But I hardly notice
And the food takes such a long time to get made
even when I'm the only person jn the cafe
And the tables always wobbly
but I hardly notice
Ianto finished singing and looked up. He had his head down, a bit embarrassed at singing without music.
“I sang that last one as I thought it could be a good opening song, then we could do others in the Cafe, the waitress sings, the cook, other patrons...”
They all looked at him. “That’s great.” “Like the Idea.” and “Wow, you sing beautifully,” from Gwen, Owen and Tosh respectively. Jack just stared at Ianto, amazed, thinking ‘wow, what can’t he do?' Then said, “yeah, good idea.”
They sat there and within half an hour they had it all worked out. Gwen was annoyed - she had the ‘Waitress’ part. She wanted to be a leading lady, but was placated by having it explained to her she was on stage most, and would be the lead character, although they didn’t tell her she would be singing the least.
They were, on the whole, looking forward to the performance, though some of them were nervous.
note
The Waitress Song is by a guy called Seth Sentry, he does hip hop and is Australian, so it’s been called ‘skip hop’, after Skippy a character in a kids show from the 60’s, ‘Skippy the bush Kangaroo’.
You can listen to this song by Seth Sentry here
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QaqEC_4qDo0
CSIRO is the Commonwealth Scientific and Industrial Research Organisation. Check out their website, they have done and do some amazing stuff.
http://www.csiro.au/