fandom_muses. March. "To be sane is, to a great extent, to be sociable."
It's because your friends are the ones that save you.
I've talked a lot about how I'm soft-spoken, and I'm not exactly popular. I spend a lot of time in the Parker Center basement. People seem to confuse that with being antisocial. Oh, I'm plenty social, with the friends that I have. In fact, we've done some pretty fun and interesting things. We always do.
(I told you guys about the French car and the tractor, right? Yeah.)
Like...when Brendan got out of the hospital after his accident, we went out to dinner. The four of us; Tara came and Lieutenant Cassaday sort of invited herself. There's a really nice sushi bar and club down the street, the White Lotus. We go there all the time, and Brendan had said he wanted to just do something 'normal,' so that's where we all went.
It also happened to be karaoke night.
Anyone who knows me knows that while I am a musician, and a singer, and a songwriter, I will not do karaoke. Not unless the world might end otherwise. Or my sister begs nicely. No matter how good I might be, I don't want to be following the drunk guy who stumbles his way through "Feelings" or something. You know? But Bren suddenly wanted to. And he wanted me to come with him. Presumably because again, I'm the musician.
I didn't want to, but I wasn't about to say no to the guy who'd almost died. On the night he'd gotten out of the hospital. So I agreed to do it, just that once. Brendan sort of has a thing for Elton John, and the two of us up there together, manuevered our way through an appropriate song: "Don't Let The Sun Go Down On Me."
He picked it. Of course, he made me start it.
We'd sort of decided to take it two lines at a time, which sort of didn't bode well for him. Because here he is, going, "I'm growing tired and time stands still before me, frozen here on the ladder of my life..." By the time he gets to "Too late to save myself from falling," he's got this big grin on his face, threatening to crack up at the appropriateness of it all.
I was just happy that he could laugh at something that had scared the living heck out of me.
(Of course, I got stuck with "I can't find the right romantic line/But see me once and see the way I feel," which was a little too on the head for me, too.)
I'm pretty sure we looked like idiots. No matter how well we can or cannot sing -- and he's actually not that bad either -- everyone who does karaoke somehow manages to look like an idiot. We were just trying not to take it seriously. He was having fun, and I have to admit it, so was I. Because I knew then that I had my friend back. The guy who does sometimes strange things like run over things with a tractor, but who has that kind of earnestness that he's willing to pick a song that actually speaks to the real things that he was feeling at the time. I knew then that he was back, and he was back to stay.
After the months of worrying over him and standing by his bedside while the doctors told me he might never be the same? That night gave me my sanity back.
Even if it sort of took my dignity in the process, but I'll trade one for the other.
Randy Bosch
Original Character
602 Words
I've talked a lot about how I'm soft-spoken, and I'm not exactly popular. I spend a lot of time in the Parker Center basement. People seem to confuse that with being antisocial. Oh, I'm plenty social, with the friends that I have. In fact, we've done some pretty fun and interesting things. We always do.
(I told you guys about the French car and the tractor, right? Yeah.)
Like...when Brendan got out of the hospital after his accident, we went out to dinner. The four of us; Tara came and Lieutenant Cassaday sort of invited herself. There's a really nice sushi bar and club down the street, the White Lotus. We go there all the time, and Brendan had said he wanted to just do something 'normal,' so that's where we all went.
It also happened to be karaoke night.
Anyone who knows me knows that while I am a musician, and a singer, and a songwriter, I will not do karaoke. Not unless the world might end otherwise. Or my sister begs nicely. No matter how good I might be, I don't want to be following the drunk guy who stumbles his way through "Feelings" or something. You know? But Bren suddenly wanted to. And he wanted me to come with him. Presumably because again, I'm the musician.
I didn't want to, but I wasn't about to say no to the guy who'd almost died. On the night he'd gotten out of the hospital. So I agreed to do it, just that once. Brendan sort of has a thing for Elton John, and the two of us up there together, manuevered our way through an appropriate song: "Don't Let The Sun Go Down On Me."
He picked it. Of course, he made me start it.
We'd sort of decided to take it two lines at a time, which sort of didn't bode well for him. Because here he is, going, "I'm growing tired and time stands still before me, frozen here on the ladder of my life..." By the time he gets to "Too late to save myself from falling," he's got this big grin on his face, threatening to crack up at the appropriateness of it all.
I was just happy that he could laugh at something that had scared the living heck out of me.
(Of course, I got stuck with "I can't find the right romantic line/But see me once and see the way I feel," which was a little too on the head for me, too.)
I'm pretty sure we looked like idiots. No matter how well we can or cannot sing -- and he's actually not that bad either -- everyone who does karaoke somehow manages to look like an idiot. We were just trying not to take it seriously. He was having fun, and I have to admit it, so was I. Because I knew then that I had my friend back. The guy who does sometimes strange things like run over things with a tractor, but who has that kind of earnestness that he's willing to pick a song that actually speaks to the real things that he was feeling at the time. I knew then that he was back, and he was back to stay.
After the months of worrying over him and standing by his bedside while the doctors told me he might never be the same? That night gave me my sanity back.
Even if it sort of took my dignity in the process, but I'll trade one for the other.
Randy Bosch
Original Character
602 Words