#15 - Alter
James is back! And it's the ridiculous scene everyone's been waiting for! And by everyone, I mean Katy. xD This post also has a lot of links to Youtube for songs that are used in this.
Setting = Post-Dor's story, about two months after they're re-engaged.
First song [go about 2:20 in].
“I’ve been thinking. This last proposal pales in comparison to my first one,” I said one Friday afternoon when Molly arrived home from work after me, for once. The brunette scoffed at me and absentmindedly twisted the diamond ring on her left hand.
“Are you kidding me?” she exclaimed.
“It’s not like I did anything outstanding like last time!” I pointed out.
“You literally fell out of the sky and proposed out of nowhere, after nineteen years of heartbreak. I don’t think there’s anything better than that.”
“Mol, just bear with me for a moment,” I said, giving her a look. She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest.
“So what were-or are-you planning to do, James?” she asked me, a bemused expression on her face. I grinned.
“Molly, I can alter what I already did, but I can at least reenact what I wanted to actually do,” I explained, holding up the remote for the iPod speakers on the other side of the room.
“Oh boy…” she muttered as the song began.
“Um-” I said quickly as the wrong song started up. I had been expecting piano, but this was a banjo and it had Molly looking at me with wide eyes. “This is the wrong song-” I tried to explain. My fiancée held up a hand to silence me.
“Sing it anyway, since that’s what you’re going to do,” she commanded, shoulders shaking with stifled laughter. I touched a hand to my forehead for a brief moment before I tossed the little control onto the counter and walked over to Molly, sweeping her into my arms and spinning her around with me as I joined the vocalist in singing.
“I was in love with your beauty from the day you walked my way. Oh, how I wish that was enough to have made me want to stay,” I sang along with the folk song. Thankfully, I didn’t care how my voice sounded this time around. “See, I’m as true as I try to be and I must say, my girl, I tried the best to give to you all of the truest in the world.” I stopped as the song continued. “Mol, this is a duet song and I doubt you know the words.” It took her a moment to register what I had said; she had been laughing too much at the song and the fact that I was twirling her around the kitchen without a care in the world.
“Who the hell is this and since when do you listen to country music?” she asked.
“It’s folk, Mol, and it’s The Avett Brothers,” I told her.
“They’re not bad,” Molly admitted, tugging herself away from me. “Okay, you can change the song and do what you were actually going to do.” I smiled at her as I dashed to the other side of the kitchen and scrolled through the artists on my iPod, clicking on The Who, and selecting the song I wanted. As I strolled my way back to my fiancée, a sultry piano filling the silence that had fallen over the kitchen. When I made it to Molly, I took her hands in mine and sang along with Roger Daltry.
“I’m singing this note ‘cause it fits in well with the chords I’m playing. I can’t pretend there’s any meaning here, hidden in the things I’m saying,” I sang. “But I’m in tune, right in tune. I’m in tune, and I’m gonna tune, right in on you. Right in on you. Right in on you.” Molly’s expression burst into a happy smile and I kept singing, smiling along with her.
“I get a little tired of having to say, ‘Do you come here often?’ But when I look in your eyes, I see the harmonies and the heartaches soften. I’m getting in tune, right in tune. I’m in tune…and I’m gonna tune right in on you.”
“Right in on you,” Molly echoed, coming in with the backing vocals. We went back and forth, just like the song.
“Right in on you…”
“Right in on you.”
“Right in on you,” we chorused together.
“You’re terrible,” she breathed in awe before I kept singing, spinning around the kitchen just like I had with The Avett Brothers’ song.
“I’ve got it all here in my head. There’s nothing more needs to be said. I’m just banging on my old piano. I’m getting in tune to the straight and narrow.”
“Getting in tune to the straight and narrow,” she said, before she started laughing. “You are absolutely ridiculous, James.”
“I know,” I replied, dipping my head down to pull her into a kiss as The Who kept playing. “But wouldn’t you rather have a cheesy proposal than what I actually did?” I asked against her lips.
“No,” Molly answered. “Which is why I’m glad you can’t alter what you did. This was terribly cheesy.”
“Oh, I can make it a lot cheesier, Mol.” I left her again and went back over to my iPod, switching from The Who to Aerosmith. A full blown orchestra filled the kitchen. Molly knew the song immediately.
“Oh no, James. You aren’t-” She tried to say, but I just smiled at her while I rummaged through one of the kitchen drawers until I found a spatula to use as a microphone. Would I ever do something this ridiculously stupid and cheesy again? Probably not, so I figured I should make the best of it.
I sauntered toward where she was leaning against the kitchen island, raising the spatula to my mouth as I joined Steven Tyler singing. “I could stay awake just to hear you breathing. Watch you smile while you are sleeping, while you’re far away and dreaming. I could spend my life in this sweet surrender. I could stay lost in this moment forever…”I reached out and grabbed Molly’s hand, falling to my knees as the song made its way into the chorus. Molly was trying her best not to laugh too much.
“Where every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure.” Trust me, I even had the hand motions and facial expressions to go along with the song. “I don’t want close my eyes. I don’t wanna fall asleep ‘cause I’d miss you, babe, and I don’t want to miss a thing.” Molly burst into laughter, practically falling over onto the island countertop while I attempted to make my way through the next part of the chorus without laughing. “’Cause even when I dream of you, the sweetest dream would never do. I’d still miss you, babe, and I don’t want to miss a thing…”
“Okay, okay, stop!” she gasped through her laughter, pulling her hand out of mine. I stood up on my feet and turned off the music quickly, looking at my fiancée, who was in tears of laughter. It took her a few moments to calm down and be able to look at me with a straight face (which was hard, since I was still holding the spatula like a microphone). “Never again, James.”
“I can’t promise anything,” I told her with a smile as I set the spatula down.
“Just stick with the gooey romantic crap and stay away from the cheesy things.” She shook her head at me, laughter creasing her expression. “You’re ridiculous.”
“As if I didn’t already know that…”
I would've posted the last song, but I'm pretty sure you know it. xD
Setting = Post-Dor's story, about two months after they're re-engaged.
First song [go about 2:20 in].
Click to view“I’ve been thinking. This last proposal pales in comparison to my first one,” I said one Friday afternoon when Molly arrived home from work after me, for once. The brunette scoffed at me and absentmindedly twisted the diamond ring on her left hand.
“Are you kidding me?” she exclaimed.
“It’s not like I did anything outstanding like last time!” I pointed out.
“You literally fell out of the sky and proposed out of nowhere, after nineteen years of heartbreak. I don’t think there’s anything better than that.”
“Mol, just bear with me for a moment,” I said, giving her a look. She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest.
“So what were-or are-you planning to do, James?” she asked me, a bemused expression on her face. I grinned.
“Molly, I can alter what I already did, but I can at least reenact what I wanted to actually do,” I explained, holding up the remote for the iPod speakers on the other side of the room.
“Oh boy…” she muttered as the song began.
“Um-” I said quickly as the wrong song started up. I had been expecting piano, but this was a banjo and it had Molly looking at me with wide eyes. “This is the wrong song-” I tried to explain. My fiancée held up a hand to silence me.
“Sing it anyway, since that’s what you’re going to do,” she commanded, shoulders shaking with stifled laughter. I touched a hand to my forehead for a brief moment before I tossed the little control onto the counter and walked over to Molly, sweeping her into my arms and spinning her around with me as I joined the vocalist in singing.
“I was in love with your beauty from the day you walked my way. Oh, how I wish that was enough to have made me want to stay,” I sang along with the folk song. Thankfully, I didn’t care how my voice sounded this time around. “See, I’m as true as I try to be and I must say, my girl, I tried the best to give to you all of the truest in the world.” I stopped as the song continued. “Mol, this is a duet song and I doubt you know the words.” It took her a moment to register what I had said; she had been laughing too much at the song and the fact that I was twirling her around the kitchen without a care in the world.
“Who the hell is this and since when do you listen to country music?” she asked.
“It’s folk, Mol, and it’s The Avett Brothers,” I told her.
“They’re not bad,” Molly admitted, tugging herself away from me. “Okay, you can change the song and do what you were actually going to do.” I smiled at her as I dashed to the other side of the kitchen and scrolled through the artists on my iPod, clicking on The Who, and selecting the song I wanted. As I strolled my way back to my fiancée, a sultry piano filling the silence that had fallen over the kitchen. When I made it to Molly, I took her hands in mine and sang along with Roger Daltry.
“I’m singing this note ‘cause it fits in well with the chords I’m playing. I can’t pretend there’s any meaning here, hidden in the things I’m saying,” I sang. “But I’m in tune, right in tune. I’m in tune, and I’m gonna tune, right in on you. Right in on you. Right in on you.” Molly’s expression burst into a happy smile and I kept singing, smiling along with her.
“I get a little tired of having to say, ‘Do you come here often?’ But when I look in your eyes, I see the harmonies and the heartaches soften. I’m getting in tune, right in tune. I’m in tune…and I’m gonna tune right in on you.”
“Right in on you,” Molly echoed, coming in with the backing vocals. We went back and forth, just like the song.
“Right in on you…”
“Right in on you.”
“Right in on you,” we chorused together.
“You’re terrible,” she breathed in awe before I kept singing, spinning around the kitchen just like I had with The Avett Brothers’ song.
“I’ve got it all here in my head. There’s nothing more needs to be said. I’m just banging on my old piano. I’m getting in tune to the straight and narrow.”
“Getting in tune to the straight and narrow,” she said, before she started laughing. “You are absolutely ridiculous, James.”
“I know,” I replied, dipping my head down to pull her into a kiss as The Who kept playing. “But wouldn’t you rather have a cheesy proposal than what I actually did?” I asked against her lips.
“No,” Molly answered. “Which is why I’m glad you can’t alter what you did. This was terribly cheesy.”
“Oh, I can make it a lot cheesier, Mol.” I left her again and went back over to my iPod, switching from The Who to Aerosmith. A full blown orchestra filled the kitchen. Molly knew the song immediately.
“Oh no, James. You aren’t-” She tried to say, but I just smiled at her while I rummaged through one of the kitchen drawers until I found a spatula to use as a microphone. Would I ever do something this ridiculously stupid and cheesy again? Probably not, so I figured I should make the best of it.
I sauntered toward where she was leaning against the kitchen island, raising the spatula to my mouth as I joined Steven Tyler singing. “I could stay awake just to hear you breathing. Watch you smile while you are sleeping, while you’re far away and dreaming. I could spend my life in this sweet surrender. I could stay lost in this moment forever…”I reached out and grabbed Molly’s hand, falling to my knees as the song made its way into the chorus. Molly was trying her best not to laugh too much.
“Where every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure.” Trust me, I even had the hand motions and facial expressions to go along with the song. “I don’t want close my eyes. I don’t wanna fall asleep ‘cause I’d miss you, babe, and I don’t want to miss a thing.” Molly burst into laughter, practically falling over onto the island countertop while I attempted to make my way through the next part of the chorus without laughing. “’Cause even when I dream of you, the sweetest dream would never do. I’d still miss you, babe, and I don’t want to miss a thing…”
“Okay, okay, stop!” she gasped through her laughter, pulling her hand out of mine. I stood up on my feet and turned off the music quickly, looking at my fiancée, who was in tears of laughter. It took her a few moments to calm down and be able to look at me with a straight face (which was hard, since I was still holding the spatula like a microphone). “Never again, James.”
“I can’t promise anything,” I told her with a smile as I set the spatula down.
“Just stick with the gooey romantic crap and stay away from the cheesy things.” She shook her head at me, laughter creasing her expression. “You’re ridiculous.”
“As if I didn’t already know that…”
I would've posted the last song, but I'm pretty sure you know it. xD