Drabble: I've a Longing to Be Lowdown (White Collar, June)
Title: I've a Longing to Be Lowdown
Fandom: White Collar
Characters June
Spoilers: 4x13 "Empire City"
A/N: Title is from "Harlem on My Mind." Thank you to
sholio for the info on the Cotton Club. Double drabble.
June never thought she would have this again. The lights, the crowd, the music. It's like coming home.
She feels young again, up on stage. As if she could look behind her and see Byron blowing on his horn. As if Ford were waiting in wings, flashing his con man grin.
Though she misses them, it's better in now in some ways. June's too young to remember the original Cotton Club in its heyday, but she knows. How could she not? They never would have hired a woman as dark as Agent Berrigan. They never would have let Agent Jones past the door.
She sings for them. She sings for Byron, and for friends long gone. She sings for Neal, who's brought such light into her life.
She lives in the Upper East Side, but she'll always carry a little bit of Harlem with her. The place she cut her teeth card sharking. The place she and Byron first danced. The place she filled her soul with music and let it shine.
She sings.
"I've become too darn refined
And at night I hate to go down
To the high-falutin' flat that Lady Mendel designed
With Harlem on my mind"
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Fandom: White Collar
Characters June
Spoilers: 4x13 "Empire City"
A/N: Title is from "Harlem on My Mind." Thank you to
sholio for the info on the Cotton Club. Double drabble.
June never thought she would have this again. The lights, the crowd, the music. It's like coming home.
She feels young again, up on stage. As if she could look behind her and see Byron blowing on his horn. As if Ford were waiting in wings, flashing his con man grin.
Though she misses them, it's better in now in some ways. June's too young to remember the original Cotton Club in its heyday, but she knows. How could she not? They never would have hired a woman as dark as Agent Berrigan. They never would have let Agent Jones past the door.
She sings for them. She sings for Byron, and for friends long gone. She sings for Neal, who's brought such light into her life.
She lives in the Upper East Side, but she'll always carry a little bit of Harlem with her. The place she cut her teeth card sharking. The place she and Byron first danced. The place she filled her soul with music and let it shine.
She sings.
"I've become too darn refined
And at night I hate to go down
To the high-falutin' flat that Lady Mendel designed
With Harlem on my mind"
This entry was originally posted at http://veleda-k.dreamwidth.org/306501.html. Please consider commenting there.