Dancing With Myself (Whoa, oh!)
Title: Dancing With Myself
Author: Donna
Summary: On those lazy days that all the guys hung at the loft, Angel would dance with herself...
Pairing: Doesn't center on any, really.
Rating: G
Fandom: RENT
I can’t stop writing these things... well... this one was written hyper after drinking two Cokes and singing Billy Idol.
Disclaimer: Still don’t own anything. Nope, nope, nope.
Dancing With Myself
By Donna
Angel had a tendency to be wise beyond her years. She had come to terms with death ages ago and decided to quit crying and be happy.
But at the same time, her youth got the best of her and she was just much too hyper for the “older ones” and they didn’t feel like putting up with her, “CLIP! CLOP! CLIP!” and a yell of, “C’mon, guys! Let’s dance!” as she spun and sprung around the loft.
Even though Roger, Collins, and Mark were a little annoyed, they were reminded that the world still had some good in it and how at one point they were full of that energy. Nonetheless, Roger shot daggers at her. Collins sighed and tried to get her to stop. Mark filmed.
Those days Angel usually just danced with herself. While Roger took some Advil, Angel would spin, her arms just about to decapitate him. While Collins held his head up, she’d kiss him and dance to Mark, who made sure to close up on her.
She was, in a sense, an outcast. She wasn’t one of the girls, nor was she one of the boys. She didn’t know everyone before Christmas of last year. She would stay with Mimi a lot. They could relate to each other. Young and dying, and when someone said, “Remember when...” they could only stare blankly and say, “No. We don’t.”
Somedays, Mimi was Angel’s dance partner. When she was not high and not at work they’d dance together, the sound of their shoes slamming and laughter filling the loft with noise. They’d spin like tops. Roger yelled at them. Collins laughed. Mark filmed.
Toward the end of Angel’s life, Angel still danced with herself. Himself. He couldn’t do the drag thing anymore. The heels were too heavy and the accessories hurt him. He danced in his socks. Roger begged Angel to stop. Collins couldn’t watch. Mark could barely bring himself to fil it.
But now Angel is dead. He’s been dead for six months. Roger, Collins, and Mark stare at the small space Angel used to dance in. The scuffs on the floor are the only proof of it.
Roger holds his head and sighs. “Remember when he used to dance around there?”
Apparently, Angel was degraded to a pronoun.
“Yeah,” Collins says quietly. He finally can think of Angel without needing a tissue.
“Well,” Roger says, playing with his bangs. “I used to hate it. I thought it was so annoying. Hell, I thought she was a little annoying. But I miss it.”
“You do?” Mark asks, sipping his coffee. He growls as his glasses fog up.
“I do,” Roger admits, “I mean... we never talked much. He just wanted to be happy, right? All we did was yell at him. We should have danced with him. All he wanted to be was one of the guys. He just couldn’t.”
“Whoa! Roger has feelings!” Mark teases.
“Yeah,” Collins says, “We didn’t exactly give him a chance, much.”
“I don’t agree,” Mark says.
“Huh?” the other two ask.
“Angel was happy dancing by himself,” Mark says. Uh oh. He dropped the “A” bomb.
“What do you mean?” Collins asks.
“He liked dancing with himself,” Mark chirps, “He had fun. That was the golden rule for Angel. Have fun. He didn’t care if we joined because he was having fun.”
They all smiled.
“You know... when I go to heaven... I’ll dance with him to make up for the time we didn’t,” Mark purposed.
“That’s gay,” Roger jokes.
They laugh.
“I will, too,” Collins adds.
“You did. You don’t count,” Mark mumbles.
“I know... but still...” Collins says.
Roger pushes his mug. “Yeah... me too.”
Mark starts to sing “Dancing With Myself” and says, “She’s probably waiting patiently. Okay, maybe not. She’s just dancing with herself for now.”
END, 1/15/06
I hope you liked that! I wrote it during Desperate Housewives XD;
Author: Donna
Summary: On those lazy days that all the guys hung at the loft, Angel would dance with herself...
Pairing: Doesn't center on any, really.
Rating: G
Fandom: RENT
I can’t stop writing these things... well... this one was written hyper after drinking two Cokes and singing Billy Idol.
Disclaimer: Still don’t own anything. Nope, nope, nope.
Dancing With Myself
By Donna
Angel had a tendency to be wise beyond her years. She had come to terms with death ages ago and decided to quit crying and be happy.
But at the same time, her youth got the best of her and she was just much too hyper for the “older ones” and they didn’t feel like putting up with her, “CLIP! CLOP! CLIP!” and a yell of, “C’mon, guys! Let’s dance!” as she spun and sprung around the loft.
Even though Roger, Collins, and Mark were a little annoyed, they were reminded that the world still had some good in it and how at one point they were full of that energy. Nonetheless, Roger shot daggers at her. Collins sighed and tried to get her to stop. Mark filmed.
Those days Angel usually just danced with herself. While Roger took some Advil, Angel would spin, her arms just about to decapitate him. While Collins held his head up, she’d kiss him and dance to Mark, who made sure to close up on her.
She was, in a sense, an outcast. She wasn’t one of the girls, nor was she one of the boys. She didn’t know everyone before Christmas of last year. She would stay with Mimi a lot. They could relate to each other. Young and dying, and when someone said, “Remember when...” they could only stare blankly and say, “No. We don’t.”
Somedays, Mimi was Angel’s dance partner. When she was not high and not at work they’d dance together, the sound of their shoes slamming and laughter filling the loft with noise. They’d spin like tops. Roger yelled at them. Collins laughed. Mark filmed.
Toward the end of Angel’s life, Angel still danced with herself. Himself. He couldn’t do the drag thing anymore. The heels were too heavy and the accessories hurt him. He danced in his socks. Roger begged Angel to stop. Collins couldn’t watch. Mark could barely bring himself to fil it.
But now Angel is dead. He’s been dead for six months. Roger, Collins, and Mark stare at the small space Angel used to dance in. The scuffs on the floor are the only proof of it.
Roger holds his head and sighs. “Remember when he used to dance around there?”
Apparently, Angel was degraded to a pronoun.
“Yeah,” Collins says quietly. He finally can think of Angel without needing a tissue.
“Well,” Roger says, playing with his bangs. “I used to hate it. I thought it was so annoying. Hell, I thought she was a little annoying. But I miss it.”
“You do?” Mark asks, sipping his coffee. He growls as his glasses fog up.
“I do,” Roger admits, “I mean... we never talked much. He just wanted to be happy, right? All we did was yell at him. We should have danced with him. All he wanted to be was one of the guys. He just couldn’t.”
“Whoa! Roger has feelings!” Mark teases.
“Yeah,” Collins says, “We didn’t exactly give him a chance, much.”
“I don’t agree,” Mark says.
“Huh?” the other two ask.
“Angel was happy dancing by himself,” Mark says. Uh oh. He dropped the “A” bomb.
“What do you mean?” Collins asks.
“He liked dancing with himself,” Mark chirps, “He had fun. That was the golden rule for Angel. Have fun. He didn’t care if we joined because he was having fun.”
They all smiled.
“You know... when I go to heaven... I’ll dance with him to make up for the time we didn’t,” Mark purposed.
“That’s gay,” Roger jokes.
They laugh.
“I will, too,” Collins adds.
“You did. You don’t count,” Mark mumbles.
“I know... but still...” Collins says.
Roger pushes his mug. “Yeah... me too.”
Mark starts to sing “Dancing With Myself” and says, “She’s probably waiting patiently. Okay, maybe not. She’s just dancing with herself for now.”
END, 1/15/06
I hope you liked that! I wrote it during Desperate Housewives XD;