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The Girl the Dreamer Loved - Prologue (sort of).

Sat, 01 Dec 2007 07:48:00 +0000

a story that i wrote while my dad and my sister were swimming on sunday. my friend helped me with it. ps. I will be adding an epilogue, for the simple reason that I think I added the last bit in a bad mood. Therefore, please look out for "The Girl The Dreamer Loved - Epilogue." xxxx jenna -_-*-x-X-x-*-_- 27-10-2007 Ok, I've edited the end. It made my friend cry when she read it, so i decided it was definitely too depressing. The girl the dreamer loved epilougue is on an indefinate haitus. jenna -_-*-x-X-x-*-_- Transport to Gineva took two hours; the subsequent hike four, and evening was falling when he found the bus, purple in the twilight. There were curtains in the back and a fire stoked on one side. Jackpot. He stood and looked at it for a long moment, then said, �Come out, come out wherever you are.� The back door opened and a familiar head poked out. �What,� she said shortly, �the hell?� Hands in black cut-offs and feet in combat boots followed. �Ain�t ya heard of privacy?� �No.� Andrei Khashoggi crossed his arms and waited. �How come you always stand where you look scary?� �Habit.� He looked her over, this girl the Dreamer loved. Her hair was worse than usual; it had, at some point before she left, been cut and styled a bit, which suited her, but it appeared that in protracted tantrums, she returned to form. Her trousers had seen better days. The boots he knew and respected and unless he was very much mistaken, the shirt had once belonged to Galileo. She had acquired a necklace shaped like an ankh, but that was it. Scaramouche the fighter, fists curled and face screwed up in adolescent annoyance. She changed position slightly, resting one hand on her hip. �Can I help you?� The politeness was exaggerated, juvenile. �Not me personally.� �Well that�s good.� �What,� he said finally, �are you doing in the middle of Switzerland?� �None of your damn business.� �It�s mind if I choose to make it mine.� �I ain�t your business, pig.� �No,� he said. �But the Dreamer is.� �Like hell.� �He is. He has been my business since you were still a delinquent with blonde hair and acne, playing with motherboards in Music History.� �I did not have blonde hair!� �Back when you were thirteen you did. Now listen to me, you self-indulgent adolescent.� �Hey, now.� She crossed her arms over her chest. �I got two words for you, pig, and they sound like Duck Toff. I can make you leave.� �Oh, really?� Khashoggi lifted an eyebrow. �Unless you�ve got mace and a hyper-laser, I very much doubt it. Do you know what you�re doing to Galileo?� �Godammit,� she said, her voice shaking, �this is not your business, you crazed policeman.� �Are you planning on coming back any time soon? I only ask because he�s killing himself over you and we�d all appreciate you making up your mind sooner rather than later.� �Killing himself my arse; it�s lost puppy syndrome. How would you know?� �How would I not know?� She clawed the mat of hair out her eyes impatiently. �Says you.� Khashoggi stayed very still for a moment, then lifted his chin slightly. �Christ,� he said. �You�re even more of a mess than I thought you were. Hands.� �What?� �Show me your hands.� �What?� Khashoggi reached out and grabbed the girl�s closest hand, pushing the glove back. Her wrists were thin and clearly-defined, muscled and smooth and dotted with oil-stains. �Well, thank god for that,� he said, dropping her hand. �Nice to know at least one of you has self-control.� Scaramouche stared at him for a long minute. �Oh God,� she whispered. �You mean he..." "You mean you didn�t expect it?� He was angry with her, even more than he had been before he left. �You knew. You knew how he thinks and how he reacts to pressure. You knew what would happen if you left.� �Oh, Jesus�I didn�t �� Think? No, clearly not.� She dropped her hands in a little, desperate gesture. �Get in the van; I can�t see you and you scare the hell out of me looming like that.� He paused, then followed, ducking under the doorway. The inside was like a gypsy caravan, the walls hung in faded, patterned fabric and tiny, smoked-glass bulbs lining the ceiling. The back was full of pillows and tossed sheets of paper � music scores by the looks of them. The front seat, as far as he could tell, was stacked with guitar shapes. Had she been building guitars for six months? Christ. What a thing for the bad arse rocker chick. Khashoggi leaned against a cushion and watched her. She sat cross-legged, hands resting on her knees and her face self-possessed and mostly calm. �Right. Gazz is depressed and it�s my fault. Did you really come all the way here to tell me that?� �Yes.� �Look, I knew he was buggered up. Everybody knows that. All he needs is someone to hang onto; why does it have to be me?� �Who else is it going to be?� �Charlotte.� Her face flickered for a moment. �Mads, Cheeky Fairy, Donna, Pink, Evita; he can have any of them, so why does he need a short, fat, dysfunctional little head-case who likes her guitar better than her dude?� Khashoggi studied her in the dim light. �There�s no accounting for taste.� �Damn right.� Scaramouche moved, a slight fidget she had somehow picked up from the Dreamer, just as he had picked up an edge of sarcasm from her. �Hell. Tell me something, Kashers - how do you and Meat work?� �Contrary to popular belief, I�m not actually desperate.� Scaramouche almost smiled and then, for a moment, she just looked lost. Khashoggi, oddly touched, elaborated. �Love isn�t the right word. It implies�effort or making a choice. It's there, something you can't deny, but you don't pay much attention to. Do you love your hands? They�re just there. Part of you.� �Meat and Khashoggi, Moet and Chandon,� said Scara softly. �You just are. It�s like breathing or something. Two halves to the same thing. Is that why you�re not together anymore?� �One of the reasons.� �Um-hmm.� She slapped her legs in a gentle unconscious rhythm. �Can I ask you a question?� �Yes.� �What�s he working on? Right now?� �Nothing scored for guitar.� She winced. �Oh, now that�s a surprise. No, really, what?� Khashoggi passed her the paper. �I took it from the studio.� Scaramouche read quickly and he watched as her face changed. A rapid blink and a slight quiver as she crumpled the paper. ��S' crap,� she said. But she didn�t offer to give it back. �Why leave?� She looked up at him. She looked young without makeup. �Head-over-arse insane, that�s why. All these people, all the time. They�re awesome and they rock and all that, but they never go away. When I was really little, I used to go virtual hiking with my parents. And then on the weekends, sometimes we�d transport out to like Preston or wherever and walk around for real. It was beautiful, you know? It�s so�quiet. All you can hear is the wind and things going crunch when you step on them. And rocks. Well, there used to be rocks, anyway. I felt like there weren�t any more edges to the world and I could just walk and walk and walk and nothing would ever end. I mean, obviously it did � it always got dark and we had to go home and I had to do my homework, blah, blah, blah. But there was always this�little bit of me that was mad about those big spaces. Running was like that, you know. We didn�t know where we were going, so we could go anywhere, and we ended up,� she looked around the van, �here. And it was safe and it might as well have been the edge of the universe. And everything was beautiful.� Her voice shook a little bit. �He was, anyway. Hell, even I was beautiful, you know? He thought I was, so I was.� She closed her hands on her knees and said softly, �He�s the Dreamer � he can remake the world.� �Very pretty,� said Commander Khashoggi. �If you feel that way, why are you still here?� �Because he pi-" she changed her wording at the scowl on Khashoggi's face. "because he won't leave me alone.� She was back on her own ground again. �It�s always the Music, the Songs, the Vibe, the Band, and the goddamn Chick. I�m not a chick, I�m a guitar-player. I�m me, not some durr-brain Gaga groupie. And I�m also not just some ditzy accessory who happens to play a magic guitar. I�m good.� She took a breath. �I�m the best, and I don�t think he�s really OK with that either." �So it�s a creative differences thing?� His tone was scathing and he saw her twitch. Good. �No, it�s a me thing. I don�t need him. I never needed him.� Khashoggi leaned over and caught her arms. She tensed, looked up and stared him full in the eyes. �Well, he bloody needed you! How dare you do that to anybody, let alone Galileo Figaro? How dare you take what they give you and throw it back at them like that? I realize �responsibility� is a big word for a little girl like you, but I thought maybe you understood it. What gives you that right to abandon?� Her lips pinched together. �I told him I was going.� �Yes, you said, �I�m going. Have fun.� That is hardly acceptable.� �Oh, for god�s sake.� Scaramouche tried to struggle free. �Don�t start giving me this crap about acceptable. What are you, my Dad? He drank himself to death. My Mum? She�s probly still in a hospital somewhere. My teacher? I don�t think so. You�re a turncoat traitor son of a moronic bastard who doesn�t know crap about acceptable!� Khashoggi let her go and sat back. �And you�re a hard-arse self-centered teenager with commitment problems. So what?� �So what,� she echoed. �Look, you�re here now and you�re annoying me. Just go to sleep and you can yell at me some more tomorrow.� ---- She didn�t want to hear them, but Khashoggi�s words made it into her head. He stood there blankly and looked at her, almost emotionless, as he spoke. He did that a lot, and it was creepy. She wondered what Meat saw in him, this tall, gaunt man with his scarred face and bleached hair. Once or twice she caught a mesmerizing movement in his hands with their graceful, articulated fingers. Perhaps there was something there. Or perhaps there wasn�t. She listened to him, feeling heavy and awkward and defensive � she always felt like this around the Commander. Wrong-footed, even when she was sitting. Scaramouche tied her hair back and fetched a new Scaramark 8 from the front seat. She�d finished a few, and she liked this one the best. Didn�t compare to Bri-anne�s Axe, obviously, but she was happy with it. She grabbed a lightbox and crawled out of the van, a little ways away from the sleeping police officer, then spread out the piece of paper. Why did Gazz have to send someone out after her? Why now? He had lousy handwriting. She moved the light closer and began to sound out the metre of the piece. Something was fluttering in the back of her mind, a four-four time butterfly; a bubble of a thought. It might work. She ran through a few chords on the Scaramark 8, then returned soft-footed to the bus to get the Axe. It was a labour of love to tune it, a pleasure almost sensual in the familiar ridges under her calloused fingers and the dig of the tuning pegs. She had learned to hear the notes as they should be. That was weird, that part: she had played it when she picked it up, but as she learned more, she did more and the Axe less. Like now, she tuned it herself, while in the first few months it had never needed tuning. Never mind. She played to herself to get her fingers warm, then looked at the new song again. "For Scaramouche - It�s only forever � it�s not long at all Lost and lonely Life can be easy It�s not always swell Don�t tell me truth doesn�t hurt, little girl �Cause it hurts like hell." She rolled her eyes, allowing herself a small smirk. Very Gazz. She let her fingers fool � bah bah bah-buh-buh buuuuuh � like clarion chords on the guitar. It could be dance piece, maybe. It should be in F and have a pretty strong underbeat � one and a two, one and a two � and a smoother melody line. Decidedly upbeat. She fingered the chords; oh yes, she knew how he thought and how he would put together a song. The problem, of course, happened when she thought a song should go together differently than his bloody Dreaminess Galileo Figaro. He would turn it into some kind of moaning power ballad to get the lighters out and make the crowd sway. Nope. This one should make them dance. �No, you don�t get it, Scara � the lyrics and the music have to match,� he�d said. Not necessarily. Not for this one. It wasn�t a miserable emo fest; it was fun. Alive. Underground.(?) She wondered in whose brain he�d dug this one up. She played with it for another hour or so. This was the fun part � the experimenting, trying to find what would fit, like Mads shopping. When she couldn�t see anymore, she crawled back into the bus and curled up on her cushions. She woke the next morning with the tune butterfly flapping in her head � solid enough to be a tune bird by this point � and knew that it was time to go back. She might not want to, but there was the shape of an oddly gentle song pulling her back in and she knew that, no matter what other things she could fight, music wasn�t one of them. Khashoggi found her outside the bus making coffee, her hair wet and flat from washing. She looked at him and said, shortly, �All right, I�ll go. Do you have to take me?� He smiled, rather unexpectedly. �No.� �Good. So bugger off and announce me or whatever.� She found the beat again on the transport, leaning her head on the window. It wasn�t going anywhere � why not? She fished out a computer-pad and called up a score template. She wasn�t wild about longhand, but somehow Gazz and Pop had badgered all of them into scoring by hand. She grasped the pen a little awkwardly and began drawing notes. Four four, F? No, E. She chewed a loose strand of hair and fingered an imaginary guitar with her left hand. ---- The walk back to � what? � Home, the Dreamer�s House (and that sounds right pathetic; she blamed Bob for that one) was too short. The Bohemians loitering in the atrium saw her come in, and they all backed out of her way. She ignored them. If she decided to stay, she could talk to them later. Later. Gazz was upstairs in the studio, kneeling in front of the sound deck, fiddling with a sound knob. Scara sized up his back, shirted and sticking between his shoulders. She crossed her arms and waited until he turned. He stared at her like he�d been hit. �You �� He cleared his throat, rubbed his nose awkwardly. �What�ve you been doing?� She didn�t move and continued to watch. �I�ve been messing around with a few things with, um, with M-mozart.� He bit his lip. �Will you listen?� �I might do. Should I get my lighter out?� �No, it�s not rock. Well, not really. It�s like�both. Just, you know, listen.� He messed with the sound equipment, then hit play and stood back. Scara, ready to be annoyed, stood still. It was�unexpected. She�d listened to Mozart�s endless lectures about classical and form and structure and crap, but she hadn�t really listened to his music. Whatever was playing definitely belonged to Mozart, not Gazz. She wasn�t sure what the instruments were, but they sounded nice, in the sort of textured and quiet way that acoustics did. She was thinking about the sound, not the actual shape of it, when she noticed that her hands, independent of her brain, were moving in time with the chords and she realized with a shock that went from shoulders to feet that what she was hearing was 'Live Forever'. It was a different kind of sound, obviously � all those lower strings with a higher one (violin, possibly? She thought that was the name) rising out of the middle like a ray of light, but it was the same song. The same slow rise of seconds that tugged at the heart-strings, transfigured from the raw power of rock to the softer shadings of light and shadows you got from acoustics. She looked up at him in confused surprise. �You did that?� He shrugged. �Me and Mozart. Together. It was nice not having words to mess with. It�s�gentler.� The music soared for the sky and called the way it never had with a guitar. Oh, god. �Hey,� he said, changing the track, tossing a shy grin her way. �How bout this one?� A warm buzz of low strings, then the gentle rippling effect of a piano, spinning 'Love of My Life' out into something elegant and playful. Gazz danced on the spot, moving to the music and singing very softly under the piano, �Bring it back, bring it back � don�t take it away�you don�t know what it means to-oo me!� He stopped and glanced at her. The piano went into the bridge, the strings welling up in a mass of sound. �Sorry. You don�t like my dancing; it�s kind of stupid anyway, and I. Um. Well?� �Not exactly rock�n�roll, but it�s cute.� She held his eyes a moment longer. �I�m back on my own terms, Gazz, just so we get that clear. I�m the guitar player. I�m not your baby or your chick or your groupie, I�m just the girl with the axe. Got it?� He nodded. �Good.� She turned and walked out of the room without looking back. She didn�t want to look back in case he started dancing in the sunlight again, lithe and graceful and smiling, like his damned beautiful music. "Scara?" She turned. Gazza was standing behind her. He was too close. He gave her a small smile. "Missed you, Skirmisher." She breathed in his smell, the scent that six months ago, she'd benn totally dependant on. As Gazz pulled her close, they kissed, and Scara foung herself wondering why she'd ever left.

YOU KNOW YOU'RE OBSESSED WITH WWRY WHEN...

Sun, 07 Oct 2007 17:09:33 +0100

literally, a load of comments telling you how you know when you're obsessed with we will rock you. I'm planning one for harry potter as well. Now where's the nearest WWRYA's anonymous.... (we will rock you addicts) You know you're obsessed with we will rock you when... - When someone asks "Who are you?"......you say "I'm the Walrus!" - You own everything possible with the words We Will Rock You on them. - You name your group of friends after the bohemians and assign characters to them based on their personalities. - You discuss the events of the show with your friends as if they happened in real life. - All the actors on the show are shown a picture of you and are told to stay away at all costs. - You legally change your name to Galileo, Scaramouche, or another character from the show. - You practically have a nervous breakdown when you haven't seen the show in aweek. - You cannot remember what you did with your life before We Will Rock You. - As far as you are concerned, all the characters are actual people. - You're horrified of people who have never even heard of We Will Rock You. - You're on a first name basis with all the actors except that you've never met them. Though they used to appreciate your interest, the actors are now scared to death of you. - You decide to be a character from the show for Halloween but your friends don't notice a change. - You can't think of a thing to talk about with people who have never watched We Will Rock You - You spend hours on the net looking for new pictures. - You get really really excited whenever you do find any new pictures. - When watching the show, people gawk at you when you manage to say the actor's lines right before they do. - Whenever you quote the show to your friends, you laugh hysterically while your friends stare at you like you've grown another ear. - You greet all people in the morning the same way "Good Morning Gazza" , their actual name not being gaza is of no concern to you - You sing 'Don't stop me now' when you're interupted. - At school in a boring lesson you jump onto a desk and shout "I want to break free". - When you can't stop saying "Oh my, Oh my" to children who have been silly. - When you walk round work singing "I want to break free". - When you start hiding the truth about the number of times you have been to the show. - Whenever people say they're "under pressure" you can't help but hum "do do do dudu doo doo". - When you're feeling alone, you call you're best friend and tell her"CAN ANYBODY FIND ME,SOMEBODY TO LOVE?. - When you�re in a shop and the shop radio announces all the great offers on, ending with someone saying �what more could you possible want?� and you start singing �i want to break free�. - When you seriously consider stealing that poster of WWRY on the escalator at Tottenham Court Road Underground. - When you have Ticketmaster on speed dial on your phone, even though you know the number anyway. - You start to know the people at Ticketmaster and they already know you want the DVD offer when they hear your voice. - Your work mates/school friends see you yawn in the morning and ask how the show was last night. - Despite being a Queen fan for a long time, you still find yourself singing the WWRY lyrics. - Your neighbours know all the words to the songs even though they've never seen the show cos you play the CD that often - You spend the whole day creating a family of sims called Galileo, Scaramouche and their two children Freddie and Meat, when you should really be spending the day writing an essay on the life cycle and food chain of the Frog, and the only break is to check the WWRY message board. I so need to get out more... - You use as many Scaramouche insults/quotes as you can in one conversation, and the person you were talking to stands there for 10 minutes trying to figure out what the heck you were talking about. - You almost have a nervous breakdown when you realise you missed out the last 'E' in Scaramouche's name, and go through all your stories/comments, mentally checking them all - You've played your 'recorded at the dominion original cast' Cd so many times, your family/friends have forgotten what other cds you have. And so have you - You cry when the show ends, even though you are going to see it again the next night - You are running cross country at school, and talking to your friends at the same time, and they suddenly speed up, and you yell, "OI! SLOW DOWN WILL YOU?!" Then have a massive laughing attack, and no one knows why, Then, suddenly, someone will figure out you're quoting Scaramouche, and roll their eyes at you, at which point you proceed to call them a banker. - When small children want something from you and you tell them "Be careful I am not only *insert your name here* but I am also DYNAMITE WITH A LASER BEAM!" - When there is something important happening or about to happen and you say: "It's time to avenge the mighty queen. It's time to avenge them all!!!" - Someone asks you if you want to hear something interesting and you say: "Nah just thought I'd have a quick drink and bugger off!" - Everyone is excited about going somewhere and doing something and you pretend to be equally excited except you say: "Sounds a bit boring to me!!" - Someone tells you: "I had a strange dream last night" and you start to mutter darkly about broken relationships, rabbits, bowler hats, and omelettes. - Whenever someone mentions something you don't like, you say: "Excuse me while I puke" - You say "Bless" in Scaramouche's tone to anyone and anything - You've contemplated getting therapy. - Your parents have contemplated getting you therapy. - You have avidly played air guitar during tennis in PE class. In fact, while pretending to be Brian May, you actually grazed your knees on the tennis court. - Whenever you�re listening to music you�ll randomly comment, �Hey, that�s in the same key as *insert Queen song here*� or, �that�s the same note as the one on *insert Queen lyrics here*�. - Whenever someone says a line or key word from a Queen song, you break into a loud chorus of said Queen song. - You spend three hours on a power point revoloving around WWRY and why your father should send you to Vegas to see the show. - You try to listen to a regualar different CD, but you can't find any, because you can't remember where you put them while you had your last McMouche-esque hissy fit. - You mosh to BoRhap in your car and when you get strange looks from other commuters you put down your window, give the 'Rock on' sign and continue to rock your ass off -You try to convince your Music teacher to buy tickets for WWRY in London (PLEASE MR CLAYTON?MRS DOBBIE!!!!!) - When you do go to London you will go steal the WWRY poster from the underground station - You go shopping and see anything that reminds you of what the characters wear and randomly yell out the character's name (ie...you see a torn red skirt and yell "SCARAMOUCHE!" ) - You don't sing the Queen lyrics but the WWRY lyrics - When final exams are upon you, you can't help but sing 'under pressure' or 'hammer to fall' because you're ready to tear the teacher's face off - When you see girls dressed up in the latest fashions or squealing about some hot boy you roll your eyes and mutter, 'Oi...GaGa Kids...' - You start to wonder how you would act as Scaramouche, Meat, Killer Queen or any other character (well this is from a female's perspective...) - When you meet a cast memeber at the stage door for for the first time.....and they already know who you are -When you are out with friends and they seem to be in hurry you scream: "Would you slow down, will you? I have shorter legs than you!!" - When the second copy of the cast rocorded Cd you bought (because you wore the first one out) needs replacing. - When you ask your friend who last borrowed one of your videos/dvds, go up to them and demand loudly, "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY SACRED VY-DAYO TARP???" - When your friend jokingly calls you a lesbian and you quickly reply, "Is it because I don't wear pastels?" - When you have to explain what that means - Whenever you see 'under pressure' written in a book or written down...you have to underline it and write 'Queen' next to it. - When the guy you just met turns down an invite to go see WWRY and immediately you decide the relationship just ain't gonna work! - When one of your friends starts singing a solo for a school play/drama show/no reason, you shout, "A CAPELLA IS NEVER NECESSAY!" and refuse to explain or work out a compromise (sp?) - When someone asks you to do the fandango because they know how much you quote Scaramouche, you immediately ask if you look like poultry, then refuse to acknowledge that you quoted it wrong, but cry into your pillow that night - When you consider going to see a show and feel really guilty and treacherous that it's not WWRY. - When you are just dying for someone to call you a chicken/or chick just so you can respond with "what am I? Poultry?" - - You find yourself writing "YOU KNOW YOU'RE OBSESSED WITH WWRY WHEN ......"

The Girl The Dreamer Loved - Epilogue.

Mon, 01 Oct 2007 19:43:48 +0100

Well, here's the epilogue. As promised. Don't really know what else to say. Except, here goes! jenna -_-*-x-X-x-*-_- 'Well, here goes nothing,' I told myself, and stepped gingerly into the room where the Dreamer could usually be counted be to be found in - to find, sure enough, Galileo, along with Khashoggi, Meat, and for some odd reason, Robbie Williams. "Yo," I greeted them, stepping round the door. Meat, as soon as she caught sight of me, immediately shot me a look that said, very clearly, "If ya don't tell him this very minute, hen, I swear I'll..." I winced, and fell heavily into a chair. The sound of several people giggling leaked into the room through the still half-open door as I sat down, making both Meat and I scowl. I tried to stand up, but Meat gave me another look, this time telling me to, "Sit down, and ah'll care of it." I knew who it was, of course. As Meat stepped round the doorframe, we clearly heard a squeak of terror. Galileo gave me a blank look, and Khashoggi smirked. Actually, unless you studied their faces carefully, you couldn't really tell any difference in their facial expressions. Smirking, I leant back, taking my time. "Scaramouche, why are you in here?" Gaz asked, lookimng confused. Well...not that I could really blame him. As a general rule, I don't tend to go into the sound base, unless some idiotic bohemian has tried to start fixing an amp or something, and then decides thay don't know how to do it. Still, I was his girlfriend. I raised an eyebrow. "Do you have a problem with me being in here?" I asked, keeping a level tone. "Well, no, obviously, but you always say that you don't like coming in here, because you reckon electronically altered guitar riffs soung like cats being strangled with shoelaces." Gaz watched me carefully, as though wating for a snappy comevack. However, I didn't come to talk to him just to throw snappy comebacks at him, for rock's sake. I had a very important job to do - well, not that I'd class it as important, but I knew Meat would personally forcibly dye my hair pink if I didn't tell him soon. And, thanks to the incident with the purple, I have realised that my hair and permanent dye don't usually get along well together. I shuddered. "Actually, Gaz I need to tell you something." Khashoggi opened his mouth, smirking, but I gave him one of my infamous looks, and he shut it hastily. "Look, Gaz, I'm-" Suddenly, Meat chose to enter the room again, breathing hard, but looking quite pleased with herself. I scowled at her. "Incredible timing, as always, Roast." I muttered, using one of Meat's most hated nicknames, invented by Mack (that's Sir Paul McCartney, to you), and used widely by all the Bohemians. Behind Meat's back, obviously, but this was a special occasion. Especially beacuse I was about to tell Gaz that I was... but anyway. Now Meat was back, I could tell him. "And jest WHO came up with THA'?" Meat demanded, flicked her pink dreads out of her face so she could train her practically award-winning glare on me with more precision. Kashoggi stood up behind her, and put his arms round her, presumably to stop her from lunging at me. Which, given the current circumstances, was probably quite a god idea. I nodded to Khashoggi in thanks, who in return gave me a smirk. He knew what I was trying to tell Gaz. Hell, everyone did...except Gazza. God grief, the boy was quite clearly deranged. Suddenly, there was a loud scream outside the door, and everyone stopped what they were doing. I stood up. There was a grand variety of muffled thumps and bangs coming from the other side of the wall. The door opened, and Charlotte poked her head round it. "It's them." She answered our unasked question. "The Secret Police. They're here." She vanished again. Robbie's mouth dropped open. "Crap." He muttered, and ran out of the door. Khashoggi followed. Meat went to follow him, but he pushed her back. "Stay here!" He shouted, as he tried to prise her away from him. "NO!" She screamed, as he pushed at her ineffectually. "THA'S HOW BRIT LEFT ME, HE ALWAYS SAID HE'D C0ME BACK, AN' THEN HE DIDN'T AND IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!!!" Khashoggi stopped moving as Meat finished screaming, tears streaming down her cheeks, and breathing hard. He put a long thin finger underneath her chin and tilted it up, so she had no choice but to look at him. "I'm sorry." He told her, looking her in the eye. "I am, Meat, honestly. And that's why I'm going, and you're not, and that is also-" "THE HELL AH'M NOT!!!" "And, that is why you're not arguing." Khashoggi finished, as though Meat hadn't spoken. She looked furious, and I made a mental note to myself that if Meat ever looked at me like that, I would either run as far as I could in the oppsosite direction, (yes, me, Scaramouche the invincible,) or go and find Galileo, and make him run with me. I shuddered. "Hey, Mouche," I turned to face Gazz, who had just spoken, already guessing what he was about to tell me. And if he was about to tell me what I thought he was, then I wasn't arguing. Well... no, Scaramouche. Don't argue. "You have to stay too, Babe." He told me, using his 'I'm going to try and kid myself she'll do what I say' face. I shrugged, mentally smirking at the look of complete and utter stunned disbelief on his face as I did so. "Whatevs." I murmured, standing up to gently trace the outline of his face with my index finger. He slid his arms round my waist, pulled me close to him, and breathed, "Keep safe, Little Mouche," in my ear, so only I heard. I buried my face in his chest, inhaling a scent that was half a kind of woody smell, kind of like the van had, after I'd been building guitars in it for six months, half something uniquely Gazz. It was then that I realised that this could be the last time I might smell that scent that I relied on, and the magnitude of that realisation hit me like a large iron pole, and my eyes started to water. 'Crap.' I hissed, furiously rubbling at my eyes with the had that hadn't magically found it's way round Gazzer's neck. He put his finger under my chin as Khashggi had done with Meat, except he moved his head forward, and kissed me softly on the lips. "Mouche," he mumbled, in between kisses, "I need to-" *kiss* "know exactly what-" *kiss* "you needed" *kiss* "to tell me." He grinned, happy to have finally got out the sentance, which had been somewhat broken down, but still legible. Or understandable, at the very least. But still. I had Gaz in front of me, about to kiss me. I wasn't about to argue. "What the hell." I told him, and pulled him back into another kiss, (yes, I actually had to pull him. How embarrasing. He knows I hate being short...) that was prolonged slightly unnecessarily by...well, by both of us, to tell the truth. He pulled away first. "Love you." He told me, very seriously, kissing my fingers. "I know." I told him, trying not to giggle - well, it tickled! "Now, go save the world." I grinned. "Anything for you, Scary Bush," He smirked, and left the room behind Khashoggi. *-*-*-*-* As Meat sat in a chair, staring listlessly out of the window at the dark street, I paced the room. It wasn't natural, being stuck in a tiny cupboard while Gazza was outside fighting, it felt like being stuck in an 18+ war movie, with no stop or pause buttons on the remote control of life. I growled, turning to face the wall, and gave it a hard kick with the toe of one of my infamously indestructible boots. This sucked. Well, it didn't just suck. It was quite possibly one of the most bloody irritating, annoying, freaking...Yeah, it sucked. "Scara?" I looked up. Meat hadn't spoken in the last 10 or so minutes. "Yeah?" I asked softly, walking over to her and kneeling down. "Hey, what's wrong?" I rubbed her back in what I hoped was a comforting way, as she started to cry. To say I was pretty shocked at that point was a bit of an understatement. Seeing Meat cry was like... Well, it was strange. As far as I know, not many people have seen Meat cry.

We will rock you Two: the script

Fri, 28 Sep 2007 07:49:15 +0100

a brilliant stroy from fanficyion FanFiction.Net - unleash your imagination Author: Scaramouche Figaro Fiction Rated: M - English - Tragedy/Drama - Reviews: 3 - Published: 12-04-05 - Updated: 12-04-05 id:2688462 Disclaimer: None of the characters in this script are my own they all come from the musical we will rock you by Queen and Ben Elton. All songs used in this script were written by Queen. The songs are in bold and stage directions in italics. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Backdrop is now a field of street lamps and there is a broken van to the stage right. Scaramouche is lying in the van asleep. Galileo has woken up and is fiddling with Scaramouche�s guitar, trying to play it. Galileo: It must be broken� He plucks a wire, and there is a huge screech. Scaramouche flings herself up in bed Scaramouche: Bloody hell Gaz! What the hell have you done now? Scaramouche stomps out of the van and over to where he is standing. Galileo stands away from the guitar trying to look innocent. Silently points at the guitar and amp in a pile on the floor as if to blame them. Scaramouche: Gaz! Strangling cats isn�t very nice! Galileo: (Stutters) What I wasn�t- I mean I haven�t- I didn�t touch- urgh! It was broken ok! I was just fixing it� Told you you were going to break it doing that- that- that thing to it yesterday! Scaramouche isn�t buying a word of this and just raises her eyebrows at him. Scaramouche: Yeah whatever, you- hang on! What thing was I doing to it yesterday? Galileo: You know! When you had that- that- that THING and were prodding all the- the- the THINGS with it� Scaramouche: (looks confused) you mean a pick? Galileo: Possibly Scaramouche: Oooh you stupid wa- it�s what you can use to strum a guitar Galileo: Oh. Well the guitar ain�t working now- I�ve been playing it Scaramouche: Ever occur to you that that might be why it isn�t working? She goes over to the guitar picks it up strums a chord nothing comes out, she looks over to the amp turns it on and then plays the chord again this time blaring it out. -You didn�t turn it on. Galileo: Oh. Well whatever. Scaramouche: Urgh! Scaramouche: I can�t live with you Galileo: But I can�t live without you - Scaramouche: I can�t let you stay Galileo: But I can�t live if you go away Scaramouche: I don�t know just how it goes All I know is I can�t live with you Galileo: I�m having a hard time I�m walking a fine line Between hope and despair You may think that I don�t care - Scaramouche: But I travelled a long road to Get a hold of my sorrow I tried to catch a dream But nothing�s what it seems Galileo: Love is saying baby it�s all right Scaramouche: When deep inside you�re really petrified Lover turns to hater Galileo: On this escalator Both: I can�t live with you But I can�t live without you Scaramouche: I can�t breathe - if you stay But I can�t bear you to go away Galileo: I don�t know what time it is All I know is I can�t live with you Scaramouche: We�re stuck in a bad place We�re trapped in a rat race Galileo: And we can�t escape Scaramouche: Maybe there�s been some mistake Galileo: We�re trying to make a high score Scaramouche: We�re walking through a closed door Galileo: And nobody�s winning - Scaramouche: We�re just sinning against ourselves Galileo: Hold on baby tell me it�s all right Scaramouche: Anger�s breaking from the hurt inside Galileo: Passions screaming hotter Doin� what we gotta do - yeah Both: I can�t live with you, I can�t live with you I can�t live, I can�t live I can�t, I can�t live with you Galileo: But baby, I�ll never ever leave you Both: I can�t live with you Scaramouche: But I can�t live without you - Cause I�m in love with you Galileo: And everything about you Both: I can�t live with you No, I just can�t live, I just can�t live I can�t live with you, Scaramouche: And I can�t live without you Galileo: through the madness, through the tears We�ve still got each other For a million years� Galileo: Hey I knew that. Look can we just start this morning all over again. Scaramouche: Okay. Galileo: Good. Good morning. Scaramouche shakes her head and turned to go back into the van. Galileo goes in after her Galileo: Hello? I said good morning Scaramouche: I know and it�s about to be a much better morning� Shagileo� She wraps her arms around his neck and- well- stuff goes on. Then after a few minutes Scaramouche gasps and pulls away. She begins to put her clothes on. Scaramouche: Hurry up Gaz we�re gonna be late (Galileo looks confused) we�re supposed to be meeting Meat and the others� Galileo: Oh. Well we�re already an hour late He pulls Scaramouche closer to him but Scaramouche pulls away from him, and starts rummaging through stuff in the van in a panic Galileo: There�s no clock yet Scaramouche: Well whose fault is that Gaz? Galileo: Well, if you helped me, I could get it done quicker� Scaramouche: EXCUSE ME! HELP YOU! I help plenty, you arse- oh, and Gaz? Galileo: Yes? Scaramouche: Why oh why were you trying to play that guitar? Galileo: Well, I wanted to see if I could play it Scaramouche: there is still only that guitar in existence. It is a vital instrument of freedom, and if you break it, I will break one of YOUR vital instruments! So even I can�t play it! END OF SCENE Bohemians are all over the place in what looks like to be somewhere in the Houses of Parliament or Buckingham Palace but it is now decorated like the Heartbreak Hotel was. They are just sitting around waiting for Galileo and Scaramouche to appear. However Meat is pacing up and down very annoyed � it seems this is not the first time Galileo and Scaramouche have been late for a meeting. Meat: Grrrrrrr! Are those two EVER on time? Just as she says this Galileo and Scaramouche hurry on stage left, hand in hand and out of breath. Are you two EVER on time? Scaramouche tilts her head and a small grin appears on her lips as she prepares to answer Meat but Galileo beats her to it. Galileo: Sorry Meat, we got carried away, we were just- Meat: TOO MUCH INFORMATION! Galileo and Scaramouche go and sit in a spare place Now can we get on with business (still sore from Galileo and Scaramouche�s lack of punctuality) unless ANYONE has anything they�d rather be doing�? Scaramouche: Well- Aretha: Oh come on Meat! Cut �em some slack! You remember what it�s like to be their age and in love! Bohemians go silent as Aretha realises what she has just said Scaramouche: (inappropriately gives a short laugh and says to Aretha) Whoops! Aretha: (To Meat) Sorry Meat: Ah forget it. It doesn�t matter. Now on with business... Right as you all know we are to put on the rock concert � Galileo: WOOHOO! Scaramouche: Shut Up! Gaz. Meat: The rock concert- (looks at Galileo who has his mouth covered by Scaramouche�s hand to refrain him from speaking) to show the kids what rock and proper music is all about. But err- what I have just found out today- is that if we err don�t want to be stopped from doing this gig by GlobalSoft we need to put it on within the next three days She cringes as she waits for the Bohemians reactions. They all start talking amongst themselves about how this can�t be done. Scaramouche however stands up and starts yelling. Her voice soars above the other Bohemians voices Scaramouche: WHAT! HOW THE HELL ARE WE SUPPOSED TO MANAGE THIS! IT�S BLOODY IMPOSSIBLE! IT CAN�T BE DONE Meat: Hen calm do- Scaramouche: DON�T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN! YOU�RE TELLING US WE HAVE JUST THREE DAYS TO PUT ON THE ROCK CONCERT OF A BLOODY CENTURY! IT CANNOT HAPPEN! ESPECIALLY NOT IF I�M CALM! Meat: If it makes you feel any better it�s three days from tomorrow. Galileo pulls Scaramouche by her arm towards him and hugs her so she can�t move- and prevents her from lunging at Meat- she continues to yell but her screaming is muffled by Galileo�s chest. Galileo: Well we�re gonna have to get a move on Meat: Oh you think- Galileo: Don�t you start as well Meat: Sorry but she has got a point. It�s practically impossible- but like you said we can try� So I�ll get a list together of what has to be done and we can take it from there Galileo: Ok Meat: (To all the Bohemians) Ok folks! We�re gonna meet back here in half an hour and I�ll give you all jobs to be getting on with Bohemians wander off stage along with Meat, leaving Galileo still holding a screaming Scaramouche. He hesitates and slowly let�s go of her Scaramouche: � HAT AS A METAPHOR! Galileo: Breath Scaramouche: Breath? BREATHE? Galileo: OK! Ok. Don�t breath- I mean breath- obviously, but just please try and not yell- so much. Look, we can do this. It�s gonna be hard yeah and even if we don�t get it done in time we can at least try� What do you say? Try? - (laughs) without scaring the hell out of everyone Scaramouche: (smiles at him) Fine I�ll try but I still don�t think it�s gonna happen in time. Galileo: Right, well Meat and the others are gonna meet us back here in half an hour when she�s got together a list of stuff to be done. Scaramouche: K. So err, what do we do till they get back? Galileo: Anything� He pulls her close to him and kisses her suggestively but she pushes him away by his shoulders Scaramouche: Uh, wait. What if the others get back early? Galileo: Then they�ll just have to get over it. Scaramouche: (Vaguely amused) oooh! A bit confident aren�t we? You weren�t this tough last night They kiss Scaramouche: Wuss! She pushes him over onto a platform and he pulls her on top of him, just as they start doing �stuff�, Pop wanders on, stage right, sees Galileo and Scaramouche, grins then covers his eyes points and yells Pop: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH! (He stumbles round the stage with his eyes covered and pointing) I�m blind! I�m blind! Galileo and Scaramouche stand up and are watching him. Galileo looks amused; however, Scaramouche has her hands on her hips and is frowning. Scaramouche: WHEN YOU�VE FINISHED! Pop. Is there any particular reason for why you�re here? Pop stops messing around and stops to talk to Scaramouche Pop: Yes sweet lady. Meat asked me to be here- to help out... And also I have a new acquaintance to introduce. Galileo: (Looks pleased) Oh. Scaramouche: (Not looking so pleased) Oh bloody fabulous. Last time you brought a �new acquaintance� with you it took two weeks for the place to be fully fumigated Galileo: So come on! Introduce us to your new friend! Scaramouche: Oh don�t encourage him Gazza! Pop: OK. (Calls offstage) Johnny Johnny walks/struts onstage. He is very good looking and the only thing about him that looks remotely Bohemian is his clothes. He also looks very �up� himself. He walks up to Galileo and Scaramouche- he stares and Scaramouche and holds his hand out to Galileo without taking his eyes off Scaramouche until he says� Johnny Rotten: Hey! Nice to meet you. My name�s Johnny Rotten. You must be the dreamer I�ve heard so much about Galileo: Yeah I�m Galileo (shakes his hand but is wary of Johnny in case Scaramouche fancies him) Hi! Johnny turns to Scaramouche and holds out his hand again. Scaramouche looks at it, pulls a face and walks off Pop: (To Johnny) she�s the one I told you about- his girlfriend Johnny: Oh. Ok. (To Galileo) You�ve got a good one there Galileo: I know... How do you know? Johnny: Well it�s obvious! She�s stunning� And I�m sure she�s really nice- once you get to know her- Pop: Nope. No. She�s not- she�s always like that Johnny: Oh Galileo: Hey! Give her a break! Meat and all the other Bohemians come back on stage from various directions. Pop greets them and lets Johnny introduce himself. This is where his character really comes out. He truly thinks he is something special. Johnny: hello one and all! My name is Johnny Rotten and it�s lovely of you all to be here! Now I here you are planning a little concert. So before you all get busy working on that please- (snaps his fingers at various Bohemians and gestures at various bags) take my luggage up to my room. They all stare at Pop who looks a little taken aback but instructs them to do as he says- so they do. Johnny: Now! (He rubs his hands together) I need someone to take my hand luggage and accompany me to my room. He walks round the Bohemians almost as though he is inspecting them. Galileo is standing next to a big amp which Scaramouche is standing on Galileo looks very worried by the situation while Scaramouche looks absolutely mortified. Johnny spots Scaramouche. Ah! Yes, you! Tinkerbell! Come here! Scaramouche: What! Johnny: (Tuts) come on Tinkerbell! You heard me Scaramouche: WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DID YOU JUST CALL ME! Johnny sighs dramatically, before walking over to Scaramouche, grabbing her hand, pulling her off the amp and pulling her to his side centre stage where a few small cases of his remain. Johnny: Now, Tinks. I think you�d better take my advice and lose the attitude. Do you know what I�m called? Scaramouche: Idiot Johnny: No- Scaramouche: Dick head Johnny: NO- Scaramouche: Wanker Johnny: NO! Johnny walks up to Scaramouche and outs his arm around her shoulder Johnny: I can dim the lights And sing you songs full of sad things Girl bohemians sarcastically mime crying. We can do the tango just for two Spins Scaramouche round by one of her hands. She has a look of utter disgust on her face, pulls away, and walks over to Gaz who puts his arm around her shoulder. I can serenade and gently play On your heart strings Johnny mimes playing a violin Be your Valentino just for you Bohemians split onto two groups on either side of the stage, Johnny at the front of the group SL, Scaramouche and Galileo at the front of the group SR. Johnny�s bohemians and Johnny: Ooh love Scaramouche�s group: (Mockingly) Ooh lover boy Johnny: What're doing tonight Johnny�s bohemians: hey boy? Johnny: Set my alarm turn on my charm that�s because I'm a good old fashioned lover boy Ooh let me feel you heartbeat Johnny�s bohemians slap hands against their chests Girl bohemians:(Grow faster faster) Johnny: Ooh can you feel my love heat Come on and sit on my hot seat of love (Does 3 hip thrusts) And tell me how do you feel right after all (Hand on chest) I'd like for you and I to go romancing Say the word your wish is my command Johnny grabs Scaramouche�s hand and pulls her around the stage, twirling her around Bohemians: Ooh love Ooh lover boy To Scaramouche as he bends her down low tango style. Johnny: What're doing tonight Galileo angrily stomping forward, trusting one finger towards him, legs in a wide stance Galileo: hey boy- Johnny pushes Scara back to Galileo. Galileo catches her Johnny: Write my letter feel much better And use my fancy patter on the telephone Stands with his legs together with hand on his forehead Johnny: When I'm not with you Think of you always I want you Bohemians in his group mime fanning themselves Girl Bohemians: (I miss those long hot summer nights) Johnny: When I'm not with you Think of me always I want you want you Scaramouche walks forward and pushes Johnny backwards with two hands Scaramouche: (Menacingly) Hey boy where did you get it from? Hey boy where did you go? Johnny bows to Scaramouche. Johnny: I learned my passion In the good old fashioned school of lover boys Dining at the Ritz we'll meet at nine precisely Scaramouche points one finger at her wrists mockingly Scaramouche: (One two three four five six seven eight nine o'clock) Johnny: I will pay the bill you taste the wine Scaramouche mimes throwing up but then Johnny grabs Scaramouche back to centre stage and stands her next to him. Johnny: Driving back in style in my saloon will do quite nicely just take me back to yours that will be fine Girl bohemians in Johnny�s group hold their arms out wide Girl Bohemians: (Come on and get it) All Bohemians: Ooh love Ooh lover boy what�re you doing tonight Scaramouche and Galileo both stomp forward and point at Johnny Scara and Galileo: hey boy- Johnny holds his hands up to stop them Johnny: Ev'rything's all right just hold on tight that�s because I'm a good old fashioned lover boy He finishes the song, and turns his back to her whilst sorting some cases out for Scaramouche to carry and starts giving instructions about them. But Scaramouche grabs his arm. He is now facing her; she squares menacingly up to him and replies� Scaramouche: (mimics him) Now, I think you�d better take my advice and (normal voice) jump up your own arse and die! You stuck up bastard! Good old fashioned school of lover boys? More like good old fashioned school of little pricks! She turns and walks over to stand with Galileo- the remaining Bohemians look amused by what Scaramouche has just done Meat: (To other Bohemians) Ah you can always rely on our Scaramouche ta be tactful Pop: (Interrupting everything) Ok, ok! Listen Johnny I need to have a word with the others- Scaramouche: Too right you do! Pop: As I was saying Johnny. If Meat would be kind enough to show you to your room while I talk to the Bohemians. Meat: But- Pop: Please Meat I really need to speak to everyone- I can talk to you later Meat: Tut! Fine� Pop: Thanks. (To Johnny) Now if you follow Meat she will show you to your room. Johnny: Ok (he gestures at two small bags next to him indicating for her to pick them up) ahem? Meat: Ya think I�m carryin� tham yav gat another think coming! She walks off the stage and Johnny quickly grabs his bags and hurries after her. Pop: Right! Now before you say anything I know he�s a bit (pull�s a face) a bit- Scaramouche: Up himself? Pop: Well yeah- Scaramouche: Stuck up. Pop: Err- Scaramouche: Arrogant Pop: Yeah. That�s enough! Alright! Now I know you probably think why on earth I brought him here. But I have a very good reason� (He pauses) Galileo: Which is? Pop: He used to work for GlobalSoft! He says this as though it is some kind of brilliant thing, but all the Bohemians gasp. Aretha: What! Bob: You brought a spy here! Charlotte: He�s gonna get us killed! The Bohemians panic. Pop: No no no no no no noooo! He USED to work for them and he left them to become a Bohemian. (He grins) so if he acts a bit stuck up then it�s coz he had good position at GlobalSoft and isn�t completely used to all (he gestures around him) this�yet. The Bohemians calm down a bit but look very pissed Pop: So it might be worth being a bit patient with him because I believe he could have some very valuable information. Meat walks back onstage Meat: Ok folks ah suggest ya all go ta bed now an� I�ll assign you�s jobs in tha mornin�- it�s too late ta start any real work now anyway. Scaramouche, Galileo ah want yous ta stay here tonight- ah donnae like ya goin back on your own at this time of night an� I need ya here on time in tha mornin� if we wanna be ready for tha gig in time. Scaramouche & Galileo: Ok� END SCENE It�s the next morning and all the Bohemians plus Galileo, Scaramouche, Pop and Johnny are waiting for Meat to arrive- they all look very tired but have started working without Meat for the gig. Scaramouche is sitting next to Galileo on the floor fiddling with some wires and Johnny is on a ledge a little bit away from Scaramouche with a tarty bohemian- the only ones not doing any work. Scaramouche: Oh for gods sake! Where the bloody hell is she! And she has the nerve to have a go at us for being late! Galileo: (sighs) I�m going to go and see where she�s got to Galileo gets up and walks off. Whilst the other bohemians are wrapped up in there own conversations and work Scaramouche is sitting by herself and Johnny has been watching her. He hops off his ledge and crouches down behind her. Johnny: (whispers in her ear) You know, I dreamt I saw saw you naked last night. I nearly died from the pleasure Scaramouche: Yeah? If I saw you naked, I�d probably die from laughing Galileo walks back on stage and see Johnny with Scaramouche. He waits at the side until the tarty Bohemian that was next to Johnny goes over to him. He stands up straight and puts his arm around her. Johnny: I err; hope we didn�t make to much noise in the night Scaramouche: Nah, not at all� Even though I�m sure an epileptic having a fit in a bowling alley would have made less noise than you! You sounded like a bloody asthmatic walrus! KEEP IT DOWN! WE DO NOT WANT TO KNOW! The bohemian pulls Johnny away and they go sit down together. Scaramouche hasn�t noticed Galileo come back and sit down next to her. She turns round and jumps as she sees him sitting there frowning at her. Scaramouche: Jesus! What? Gaz: I walked in, and I thought there was an escaped baboon mooning you, but then I figured out it was his face! Scaramouche: No, Gazza, that was your reflection in the mirror by the door...Oh God! Don�t tell me you�re jealous of him! Galileo: (Splutters) Jealous! Huh! Of him? Oh Scara- don�t make me laugh... But you two looked really close when I came back in and he really likes you! Scaramouche: Oh my god! Gaz but for anything to go on I�d have to like him back! -And I don�t! Galileo: Well, well that�s good because, err; you know I love you right? Scaramouche: Of course I do� You know I love ya too don�t ya? Galileo: Well I- She cuts him off by pulling him towards her and kissing him. They finish and look at each other for a bit then Meat walks onstage. Meat: Oh� So you�s got started then? Scaramouche: Well we figured as you were LATE we may as well get some work done. Meat: Oh shut up Scaramouche! Ah was late once, ok? There�s a big difference between being late once an bein late every single week! Scaramouche: Alright! Don�t have a go at me- have a go at tweedle dumb and tweedle dumber over there, they�re not doing anything Meat looks up and sees Johnny is sitting there talking to the tarty bohemian doing nothing� Meat: Hey! You! Mr and Mrs Universe! Ya might not be aware mister. But Paris certainly is! We have a gig ta put on in just three days an unless ya want Scaramouche after yous- I�d start doin some work! Johnny: Well if it gets Scaramouche after you I think the works worth avoiding. Meat: Not if ya value your life. Johnny and Paris hop off the ledge and start looking for something to do. END SCENE It�s later in the day and everyone is working very hard except for Johnny who still has his eye firmly on Scaramouche. Scaramouche and Galileo are working very closely together on a fuse box or something. Johnny makes his way over to Scaramouche but on his way he has to pass Bob who was bent over a large amp and Johnny deliberately pushes him over it. Galileo rushes over to see if he�s ok but Scaramouche carries on working and Johnny goes up close next to her. Scaramouche thinks it is Galileo and looks up but sees it is Johnny and jumps Scaramouche: Oh god! Not you again! Johnny grins, Scaramouche tries to continue working. Johnny: So err, Are you free tonight or will it cost me? Scaramouche: Yes, you're life Johnny: Oooer! You know you�re really hot. D�you know what�d look good on you? Scaramouche sighs and rolls her eyes/ Johnny: Me. Scaramouche: Mmm. And d�you know what�d look good on you? A paper bag. Over your head! Johnny: Ok. So you have a boyfriend then? Scaramouche: Yes. Johnny: Want another one? Scaramouche: No. Especially not you! Johnny: Bet I could change your mind. Why don�t you come over here and sit on my lap, we could talk about the first thing that pops up? Scaramouche: Which would be my hand coming up to smack your arrogant little face. Johnny: Well I�m off now- Scaramouche: Good! Johnny: I�m just going to go phone God� I�ll tell him he�s missing an angel Scaramouche: (stops working.) Alright I give up! Are you trying to get into the Guinness World record books for the crappest chat-up lines ever or something? Johnny: Hey babe- Scaramouche: Hey hey! I�m a pig now! Johnny: Personally I�d love to see you rolling around in mud Scaramouche looks up and sees Galileo standing behind Johnny. She starts laughing. Johnny: Oh you liked that one! Ok, err; do you have a mirror in your pocket? Scaramouche: Why? Johnny: Cause I could really see myself in your pants. Scaramouche: Yeah and I can really see you going through that door over there. Johnny: What? Ah whatever. You know it�s going to be you. Me. Whipped cream. Handcuffs. Any questions? Scaramouche: (nods towards Galileo) I think he might have a few. Johnny stops grinning and looks behind him to see Galileo standing there. Galileo grabs him and pulls him away from Scaramouche. Scaramouche: (relieved but joking) Oh my hero! Galileo: (gives a small laugh) you ok? Scaramouche: Yeah I�ll survive. Galileo: Good good. END SCENE It is the end of the day and Scaramouche and Galileo are staying over at the new Bohemian HQ once again. Galileo is lying in bed (looking a little eager) waiting for Scaramouche who is walking round the room in one of Galileo�s t-shirts and her knickers putting things away. Galileo: Can�t you leave that till morning and just come to bed� Please? Scaramouche is folding up a t-shirt at the end of the bed; she turns and smiles at him Scaramouche: Whys that then? Galileo: So I have to spell it out now do I? He moves to the bottom of the bed where Scaramouche is now kneeling, he grabs her by the waist and kisses her. Scaramouche quickly pulls away, chucks the t-shirt she was folding on the floor and runs around the side of the bed and gets in next to Galileo. Scaramouche: I can do that in the morn- She gets cut off by Galileo kissing her, and they lay down� END SCENE We quickly cut to Johnny in bed next door with yet another Bohemian in his bed. You can very clearly hear Scaramouche and Galileo doing �stuff� in their room. Johnny: And she has the nerve to say I make too much noise! END SCENE It�s the next morning Scaramouche and Galileo are out of bed and tidying up the room. Meat marches into the room and starts pulling the bed away from the wall. Galileo: Hey Meat Scaramouche: Err what are you doing? Grunts whilst trying to move the bed away from the wall Meat: Am- trying- ta- move- tha- bed- away- from- tha- wall. Scaramouche: I gathered. But why? Meat: (turns around) because some people have difficulty trying ta sleep with BANG! BANG! BANG! Against tha wall all night! Scaramouche and Galileo glance at each other Scaramouche: Oh. Meat: Look donnae worry bout it. Come doown as soon as you�s ready ta start work Oh an donnae move tha� bed back Galileo: Ok. END SCENE Back in the concert hall the Bohemians have all woken up and are working. Scaramouche and Galileo walk in. Galileo goes over to a big table that�s filled with various makeshift tools, whilst Scaramouche walk over to an amp that needs working on and starts assessing what work has to be done to it. They get a few grins and glances from Bohemians that have heard of their previous nights events. Aretha wanders over to Scaramouche and leans her back against the amp. Aretha: Good night last night? Scaramouche: Bugger off and work on your tact, Reethie Aretha: Ok. But you just be careful Scaramouche. You don't want mini Galileo�s and Scaramouche�s running round at your age. Scaramouche: No one wants the first one. Miniatures (she shudders and Aretha gives a little laugh) Aretha: Exactly. Scaramouche: I don�t think you have anything to worry about anyway. Aretha: (She tilts her head to one side.) How d�you mean sweetie? Scaramouche: (Shifts about uncomfortably) Well- you know- we�re careful... And besides we�re too young for kids. Galileo wanders over with a tray of assorted tools and puts them on top of the amp. Galileo: Kids? Scaramouche: What? Who said anything about kids? Galileo: Oh I thought I heard- doesn�t matter. Scaramouche gives a worried glance to Aretha who laughs and starts to walk off. Aretha: Just don�t go giving him any ideas now honey! Galileo: Ideas about what? Scaramouche? Scaramouche: (Rolls her eyes at Galileo and calls to Aretha) Yeah thanks for that Aretha! Aretha: (Calls back) Any time babe! Scaramouche gives a panicky sigh before turning back to Galileo who looks increasingly more anxious. She tries to give him a little grin. Galileo: No. Scaramouche- what were you and Aretha talking about? Scaramouche: Nothing. Ok? Gah! I don�t know what you�re getting so worked up about. Galileo: Because I know it wasn�t nothing! Come on Scara! Just tell me. What was it? Scaramouche: It- Johnny walks round from the side of the amp where he had been hiding throughout Scaramouche�s conversations with Aretha and Galileo Johnny: Kids. Scaramouche: (Rolls her eyes again) Oy Johnny: They were talking about you and Tinks having kids. He finishes saying this with a big grin on his face as he looks at Scaramouche- who quite frankly looks as though she�s about to have some sort of panic attack. Scaramouche: And if you keep calling me that- I�m going to make sure you can�t have kids! Johnny: (He waves his finger at her) Ah ah ah! Don�t change the subject. Galileo: Yeah! Scaramouche: (Turns round at Galileo in surprise) Hey! Galileo: Sorry. But I can�t believe this! (Pleased) you were talking about kids? So does this mean we- Scaramouche: NO! No. I don�t want kids� Galileo: (Extremely upset and confused) Oh� I thought because you were talking to- I just- So- No-� Not ever? Scaramouche can see he�s really upset by this but answers honestly. She shakes her head slowly. Scaramouche: (Softly) Sorry� Galileo: (Trying to pretend everything�s all right) No. I mean no. We�re young right its stupid even thinking about it right now I mean things can change. We�re- we�re still kids ourselves! C�mon we�ve got the rest of our lives to do the whole kid thing! Scaramouche: Gaz? Galileo: (Brightly) Yeah? Scaramouche: My feelings about this aren�t going to change Galileo: (Sadly again) Yeah. I know. It�s just- humour me here babe, y�know? Scaramouche: (Softly) K� During this conversation all the Bohemians had stopped what they were doing to listen to them talking. The concert hall was now deadly silent. Galileo: I�m going to err- just go and see where- err- yeah� He walks off the stage past Scaramouche who watches him go. Once he�s gone she screws her face up turns towards the amp and starts punching and kicking it Scaramouche: GRRRRRRRRRRRR! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIIIIIIT! The Bohemians remain silent as Meat walks over to Scaramouche. Meat: Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey She tries to stop Scaramouche hurting herself and give her a hug but Scaramouche just pushes her away. Johnny: So does this mean you�re free tonight now or is it still going to cost me? Scaramouche along with all the other Bohemians glare at him Scaramouche: I- (tearfully) Oh never mind! (She rushes off stage) Meat: Ya had ta say somethin� didn�t ya! END SCENE It�s a couple of hours later and Scaramouche is in the room her and Galileo have been sleeping in the past couple of nights. He still hasn�t come back and she is lying on the bed in the middle of the room with her guitar the side of her facing the ceiling blankly with some music playing in the background. There is a knock at the door and Scaramouche sits up abruptly Meat: Hen? Hen, can ah come in? Scaramouche doesn�t answer but Meat comes in anyway Hey. Ah jus� wanted ta see if yer were ok. It looked pretty heavy doown there She looks around the room He hasn�t come back then? Scaramouche shakes her head with tears in her eyes. Awww. She goes to move the guitar off the bed but Scaramouche grabs it off her and puts it on her other side. Meat sits down where the guitar was and puts her arms around Scaramouche. Don� ya worry hen. He�ll be back. He loves ya too much. (She gives a short laugh) Ya know wha he�s like, Pops prob�ly found him an is borin� him ta death with tha histories of some posters or aboot tha origins of some new artefacts eh? Scaramouche: (In an unusually small voice for her) Yeah- I hope so. Meat: Ok, then hen. Ya come doown when ye�s ready, yeah? Scaramouche: Mmm-hmm Meat: Tha�s me wee lass Meat brushes Scaramouche�s face with her hand and lays her head down on the bed, she strokes her hair for a few minutes before leaving Scaramouche alone in the room turning the music off and light down as she goes. END SCENE It�s late at night now and Scaramouche is lying in the foetal position on the edge of the bed (same as she was when Meat left her) with her guitar lying next to her where Galileo normally slept. The door opens slightly and Galileo creeps into the room being careful not to wake up Scaramouche. The light has been turned out fully since and he crouches down beside her on her side of the bed and looks at her. He strokes her head and dries her tear stained face. He takes off his shoes, socks, trousers and shirt as he moves round the head of the bed where he moves the guitar onto the floor and lifts up the covers and sits on the edge of the bed. Scaramouche sits up suddenly. Scaramouche: GAZ! Galileo: (Smiles and gives her a small kiss on the lips) Hey it�s only me babe. Go back to sleep. Scaramouche: What hap- Where- Are we- Galileo: (Gives a small laugh) Sorry I didn�t mean to worry you. I just went for a walk. I ran into Pop that�s why I was so long. Sorry. Scaramouche: No it�s- that�s what Meat said had happened� I thought you�d left me Galileo: Left you? Nope, not me� Why did you- Scaramouche raises her eyebrows. Galileo: Oh. You thought I�d leave you because you didn�t want to have children? Scaramouche: Well yeah. I mean you do don�t you? - Want them I mean? Galileo: I wouldn�t mind them but it�s you I want� And if you don�t want them then that�s fine with me. Scaramouche: Really? Galileo: Really Scaramouche: And you�re not just saying that? Galileo: (Smiles) When have I ever been able to lie to you without you knowing. Scaramouche: (Relieved) Oh I love you so much! Scaramouche kisses Galileo and they embrace. END SCENE Everything has now been repaired the equipment just has to be set up now. The Bohemians are working quickly and the tension is high. Galileo and Scaramouche walk in. Galileo: (To Bohemians) are you ready? Scaramouche: well are you ready? Galileo: (To Scaramouche) Give me your mind baby give me your body Scaramouche: Give me some time baby let�s have a party It ain�t no time for sleepin� baby Galileo: Soon it�s round your street I�m creeping Scaramouche: - You better be ready � We gonna All: Tear it up Stir it up Break it up Galileo: Baby- We gotta All: Tear it up Shake it up Make it up Meat: as you go along All: Tear it up Square it up Wake it up Galileo: Baby. All: Tear it up Stir it up Stake it out Scaramouche: and you can�t go wrong. Galileo: Hey! I love you cos you�re sweet and I love you cos you�re naughty I love you for your mind but give me your body I wanna be a toy at your birthday party Wind me up - wind me up - wind me up - let me go - All: Tear it up Stir it up Break it up � Scaramouche: let me go All: Tear it up Shake it up Make it up - as you go along. Tear it up Turn it up Burn it up Galileo: (To Bohemians) - Are you ready Bohemians: Oh yeah Galileo: (To Scaramouche) Baby baby baby are you ready for me? Bohemians: Oh yeah Scaramouche: (To Galileo) Baby baby baby are you ready for love? Bohemians: Oh yeah Galileo: Are you ready - are you ready - are you ready for me? Bohemians: Oh yeah Galileo: I love you so near, I love you so far I gotta tell you baby you�re driving me Ga Ga! Meat: So come on! (Laughs) Work, work, work! Galileo: I gotta tell you baby you�re driving me Ga Ga. Aretha: NO! NOT AGAIN! She pounces on him Galileo: ahh, get offa me! Scaramouche smiles at Galileo trying to fight Aretha off but she looks a bit ill. Meat looks at her. Meat: You ok hen? Scaramouche: Yeah I�m fine Meat: Ok. Just nerves then eh? Scaramouche smiles. Scaramouche: Nah She wanders off to start working Galileo: Huh! Whatever (leans in and says to Meat) I don�t think she wants to admit but I think she is nervous. She been sick every morning since you told us about this concert, poor thing He gives a little na�ve laugh and goes off to help Scaramouche leaving Meat looking shocked. She starts having suspicions that Scaramouche might be pregnant. Her eyes are very wide and she is frozen to the spot. Charlotte Friggin� Church comes over to her Charlotte: Are you ok Meat? You look like you�ve just seen a ghost Meat shakes her head violently and pulls Charlotte to the side of the stage and whispers. Meat: I think she might be pregnant! Charlotte: What! Who? Meat nods her head to where Scaramouche is working. Charlotte: (Shocked) NO! Behind Meat and Charlotte there is a group of about three girl bohemians who they turn round quickly Aretha: What? Meat: Nothin, nothin Charlotte: (hisses) Scaramouche is pregnant! Aretha: WHAT! Meat: Charlotte! No, I think she might be that�s all- but keep ya mouths shut ok? Because Scaramouche and Galileo don�t know either! Cheeky fairy: Well don�t you think it might be nice of you to enlighten her with the fact she�s gonna have a baby! Meat: No, cause ah donnae know if she really is pregnant am only guessin� Madonna: Oh great! I�m sure that�s all she- Meat: Now am gonna try and talk ta her later if ah can, an try an get her ta take a test- Cheeky fairy: (Snorts) Good luck with that Meat: What? Ya don�t think she�ll get angry at ma for askin do you? Aretha: No not at all. After all, if someone who�s supposedly your friend comes over to you and tells you she thinks you�re pregnant and then goes on to ask you to take a test- Madonna: She means come on Meat! Even the nicest person in the world isn�t gonna be too pleased with that let alone Scaramouche! Meat: Mmmm, but I have to do something, Galileo thinks her morning sickness is nerves about the gig and she ain�t the most self confident person in the world, God knows how she�s gonna react when she starts getting bigger for apparently no reason! Cheeky fairy: Another good point. Aretha: So what are you going to do? Meat: Well ah�ll have ta talk ta her or try ta They turn round to see Scaramouche approaching them. Madonna: Well good luck! Cheeky fairy: You�re gonna need it Aretha: Let us know how it goes Meat: Ok. The three leave Meat and get back to their work as Scaramouche goes up to Meat. She looks around to check no one is listening in. Meat: What�s up hen? Scaramouche: Errm I can�t talk now but later on I need to talk to you- in private. Meat: Oooh sounds ominous (laughs) Scaramouche: Mmm� So is that ok? Meat: Yeah course it is- ah need a word with you an all Scaramouche: K� END SCENE It�s the afternoon now and all the Bohemians including Johnny are working hard. Galileo is hidden behind a stack of amps, Scaramouche is round the front of the same stack of amps as Galileo- it is very quiet apart from the noise of the equipment. Galileo: YES! HAHAHAHAA! He pops out from behind the amps looking very pleased with himself several Bohemians turn to look at him Galileo: (To the amp) I knew you weren�t broken! Just needed a few adjustments that�s all! (To all the Bohemians he�s just noticed were watching him, quietly) I fixed it. The Bohemians grin and roll their eyes at him before getting back to their own work. Galileo goes up to Scaramouche who is smiling at him. He wraps one his arms round her waist and touches her face with his free hand. They stand close together for a while. Galileo: Right I�m gonna get a drink. Want anything babe? Scaramouche: Vanilla coke Galileo: Vanilla? Scaramouche: Mmm-hmm Galileo But you hate that. You said it tastes like warmed up cat puke marinaded in brimstone with crap as seasoning Scaramouche: I know but I like it now. Galileo: (Looks confused) Ok. I�ll be back soon. He kisses her on the head and walks off stage. Meat has been watching them and looks very worried. She walks quickly up to Scaramouche. Meat: Hey hen. How bout you an me have that little talk now eh? She pulls Scaramouche away from her work Scaramouche: (Worried) Ok� Is something wrong? Meat: Let�s just wait till we get somewhere quiet ok. Scaramouche: Ok. END SCENE Meat has taken Scaramouche into an almost empty room which Scaramouche hadn�t seen before it was a small cold room which had a very low makeshift table in it but no chairs just some cushions thrown around on the floor. Meat has pulled Scaramouche there by her hand. Once they are in Meat pulls Scaramouche round and sits her on the edge of the table. Meat: Now ah need ta tell ya something but ah need ya ta let me say it without interrupting me. Ok? Scaramouche looks worried. She nods slowly. Meat: Good. Right. Ok. Errrm, ok. So am gonna cut ta tha chase here� Ah think ya may be pregnant, hen. Scaramouche�s mouth drops open, her eyes narrow and it looks like she�s about to explode- Scaramouche: Oh you back stabbing suspicious- Meat: Hen, now before ya overre- Scaramouche: (leaping up from the table pushing Meat away from her as she does so) OVERREACT! That�s a bit of a bloody understatement! I cannot believe you! Why do you think that? Do I look fat? Meat: No- Scaramouche: Well WHAT then! What evidence have you got! What one little piece of � Meat: You like vanilla coke- Scaramouche: AND! PEOPLE CHANGE! Meat: The sickness in the morning- Scaramouche: AND! I might have a bug! IT DOES NOT MEAN I AM BLEEDIN PREGNANT! Meat: It was only a thought! Scaramouche: WELL YOU CAN TAKE YOUR THOUGHT AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR- Meat: SCARAMOUCHE! FOR GODS SAKE! I ONLY WANNA HELP! Scaramouche: THIS IS NOT HELPING! AND HOW THE HELL DID YOU FIND OUT ABOUT MY MORNING SICKNESS? Meat: Galileo- Scaramouche: I�LL KILL HIM! She makes for the door but Meat pulls her away. Scaramouche pulls her arm away from Scaramouche. Scaramouche: GET OFF ME! Meat: Look Scaramouche despite what you may think I am only trying to help you- Scaramouche opens her mouth to argue but Meat talks over her. Meat: ah thought ah�d say something ta ya because if ya are pregnant then knowing soon gives you a chance- if you wanted to do something about it� Meat pauses and Scaramouche is silent. Meat: Would you do something about it? Scaramouche: (Thinks) I- I couldn�t do that to him� Meat: Galileo? Scaramouche: Yeah. It wouldn�t be right� Meat: But you�re only young and if you really didn�t want it- you know he wouldn�t make you. I�ve seen how he looks at you- we all have. He�d do anything for you- Scaramouche: Exactly! And I�d do anything for him� Meat: Look hen, I only want ya ta take a test ta see if ya are- y�know- pregnant� Will ya do that for meh? Scaramouche: (Considers this) ok� Meat: Good girl (she gives her a kiss on the cheek) We�d better get back Galileo will be wonderin where ya are. They exit the room END SCENE It�s time for the concert. Everyone is in there places and Bob lowers the lights in the rest of the concert hall which incidentally is packed full of GaGas on the verge of bohemia. He also brings up the lights on the smoke filled stage. Scaramouche runs onstage before Galileo with the opening chords of let me entertain you. Galileo runs on after her� Galileo: Let me welcome you ladies and gentlemen I would like to say hello Are you ready for some entertainment? Are you ready for a show? Scaramouche: Gonna rock Galileo: gonna roll you Get you dancing in the aisles Jazz and a razzmatazz you With a little bit of style C'mon let me enter- Let me entertain you let me entertain you I've come here to sell you my body I can show you some good merchandise I'll pull you and pill you Scaramouche: I'll cruella deville you Galileo: And to thrill you I'll use any device We'll give you crazy performance We'll give you grounds for divorce We'll give you pierce de resistance And a tour de force- Scaramouche: of course Galileo: We found the right location Got a lot of pretty lights The sound and amplification listen Scaramouche: Hey if you need a fix if you want a high Galileo: Stickells see to that With Electra and EMI We'll show you where it's at So c'mon Let me entertain you let me entertain you Let me entertain you Just take a look at the menu We give you rock a la carte We'll breakfast at Tiffany's Scaramouche: We'll sing to you in Japanese Galileo: We're only here to entertain you If you wanna see some action You get nothing but the best The S and M attraction We've got the pleasure chest Chicago and New Orleans We get you on the line If you dig the New York scene Scaramouche: We'll have a son of a *censored* of a time Galileo: C'mon Let me entertain you let me entertain you Let me entertain you tonight END SCENE It�s after the concert Scaramouche is backstage putting away her guitar. Galileo comes in and sneaks up behind her; he wraps his arms around her waist. Galileo: Hey babe! She jumps and turns round Scaramouche: Oh hey. He laughs Galileo: Made you jump? Scaramouche: Just a little They laugh and kiss. Whilst they are kissing Meat comes in to get Scaramouche for her results but sees them. She stands quietly and watches them. Galileo: So was it ok? Scaramouche: Ok? It was bloody brilliant! Galileo smiles and they kiss again Galileo: I love you Scaramouche: I love you too They kiss again but this time Meat coughs. Scaramouche and Galileo turn to look at her. Scaramouche who knows why she is there frowns. Meat: Sorry ta interrupt you two, but ay ah- need ta talk ta Scaramouche. Galileo: Oh. Ok. I�ll see you soon? Scaramouche: Yep. He kisses her again she forgets Meat for a minute Scaramouche: How bout I meet you upstairs in- Meat: Scaramouche! Scaramouche: (Sighs) I�ll see you soon� She walks over to Meat who takes Scaramouche�s hand and they leave the room together� END SCENE Meat and Scaramouche enter the bathroom. Aretha, Charlotte, Cheeky Fairy and Madonna are waiting in there already. Scaramouche sees them Scaramouche: Oh bloody hell! The last thing I need is an audience! Aretha: Oh you think we�d miss this bit? Madonna: Yeah Cheeky fairy: (Getting excited) it�s the climax! Meat: Oh shut up you lot. Madonna: Yeah don't be stupid the climax would be her telling Galileo (Meat pushes Scaramouche towards a cubicle) Go on hen, it s�ok ignore them. Scaramouche goes into a cubicle and closes the door. From inside the cubicle she hears� Cheeky fairy: Awwwww but wouldn�t it be great if she was pregnant! Scaramouche: (From inside the cubicle) No! Aretha: (Laughs) ARGH! NOOOO! Mini Gazza�s and Gazz-ettes! Scaramouche: (From inside the cubicle) I dunno why the hell you�re using plural words there. Scaramouche opens the cubicle door Meat: Well, hen, what happened? Scaramouche: (whispers) its... positive Aretha: WOOHOO! Meat: NOT! APPROPRIATE! Scaramouche: Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god- Meat: Hen are ya ok? Scaramouche: I- err sorry, Meat but I�m gonna have to do this- Meat: Do what? Scaramouche: SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT! Swap scenes into Johnny and Gazza are both backstage having a drink. Johnny: (Startled) GOD! She sounds like she�s in labour! Gazza: Ha-ha... Johnny: Ah, sorry, that was inappropriate Swap back to the girls in the bathroom. Scaramouche now has her mouth covered by Charlotte. Charlotte lets go and Scaramouche stumbles forward. She puts her arm out and steadies herself on a sink. Scaramouche: Oh my god! This can�t be happening! Cheeky fairy: Well it is! Isn�t it fantabulous! Scaramouche: (turns her head to looks at her in disgust) NO! Madonna: Awww Scaramouche: Well what do I do now? Aretha: Ooooh go and tell Galileo! Charlotte: Oh yes go do that! Cheeky fairy: can we watch? Scaramouche: NO! Madonna grabs Scaramouche by her hand and pushes her out of the bathroom. Meat looks on rather sympathetic for Scaramouche but doesn�t say anything. The other girls stand in the doorway grinning. Scaramouche walks down the corridor and appears at the doorway of the next room. Johnny sees her and prods Galileo. Johnny: I think you�re wanted Galileo turns round Galileo: Oh hey babe! Come over here Scaramouche is still shocked and has her hands out holding on to both sides of the doorframe to steady herself. She lets go with one hand and gestures for him to go over to her and then she walks off to their bedroom closely followed by Galileo. Johnny: (As Galileo leaves) If I haven�t said it before, I�ll say it now! You�re a lucky, lucky man! END SCENE They enter their bedroom Scaramouche waits at the side of the bed for Galileo to come in. Scaramouche: (Points at the bed) sit down Galileo: (Very pleased- thinking �something� is going to happen) Ok! Scaramouche: Gaz, we need to talk. Galileo: (His face drops) Oh. Scaramouche: Errrm; ok. You know I asked for that vanilla coke earlier? Galileo: Yeah, what was that by the way? You hated that stuff. Scaramouche: Yeah I know. Errm Meat reckons it was one of them craving thingies. Galileo: (He begins thinking about what she�s trying to say) Yeeeaaaahhhh� Scaramouche: And you thought it was nerves that were making me sick in the morning? Galileo: Yeeeaaaahhhh� Scaramouche: Oh look! What I�m trying to say is, I�m pregnant, Gazza Galileo remains silent and frozen to the spot. Scaramouche: Gaz? Galileo still remains silent. Scaramouche: I said I�m pregnant Gaz! Galileo: YEAH oh no, that�s not good is it? Scaramouche: (Sits heavily down next to him) I was hoping you could tell me Galileo: Well, what are you going to do? Scaramouche: (She looks at him) What the hell do you mean, what am I going to do! If I thought for one moment that it was solely up to me what I do about this (she jabs her stomach with her finger) do you really think I would have even told you! Galileo: Don�t do that! Scaramouche: Why! Galileo: You might hurt it! Scaramouche: Oh SHUT UP! Galileo: What? Scaramouche: You might hurt it? Galileo: Yeah� I don�t know do I but I don�t think you hitting your stomach when you have our baby in it is gonna do it much good. Scaramouche stops being angry and looks at him. Galileo: What? Scaramouche: Our baby? Galileo: Oh crap it is mine isn�t it? OH MY GOD! I knew I shouldn�t have left you alone with Johnny! Scaramouche laughs Scaramouche: GAZ! (He stops and looks at her) It is your baby! Galileo: Oh. Well good Scaramouche: Really? Galileo: If you want- oh I don�t know Scaramouche! You know I want this baby so it�s up to you! I don�t want you to do anything you don�t want to, so� It�s up to you� Scaramouche: Oh fine- But I get the final say on names otherwise it�ll probably end up being called something stupid like Beezlebub or something! Galileo: So we�re gonna have a baby- Scaramouche: No. Galileo: Oh Scaramouche: I�m gonna have the baby unless some miraculous thing happens which gives you the ability to have a baby Cut to a bit later on when Galileo is waiting in the corridor for Scaramouche and is dancing around. Johnny come out of another room and sees him dancing. Johnny: That good is she? Galileo: (stops dancing) Yeah! She�s PREGNANT! Scaramouche comes out of the room behind Galileo. Scaramouche: Thank you Mr Speakerphone! Johnny: Oh that�s a shame. Oh well plenty of time for us before you start to show eh babe? Scaramouche: Piss off! He enters the room opposite followed by Scaramouche and Galileo. END SCENE Johnny struts nonchalantly into the main room and jabs his thumb behind him at Scaramouche. Johnny: She�s up the duff Scaramouche gasps and slaps him round the head Scaramouche: Thanks for that! Johnny: (grins at her) anytime! Scaramouche sneers at him as he goes off and all the Bohemians all scream and go up to Scaramouche. Scaramouche: Move it! I have to be able to BREATH for two now! Scaramouche pushes past the Bohemians and goes and sits at the same table as Johnny. Closely followed by Galileo. Bob: (Looking concerned) you do want this kid don�t ya? Only you don�t look too pleased about it. Scaramouche: (Dryly) don�t worry I�m ecstatic, see (she looks up and gives him a huge fake grin, before frowning and looking back down at the table) Bob: (Raises his eyebrows) Ok then. Johnny: Look maybe she just doesn�t want everyone crowding round her. Just give her some space! Scaramouche: (Looks very surprised) Thank you Johnny: (Shrugs) it�s true though, ain�t it? Scaramouche: Yep. Johnny gives a little laugh. Galileo looks very worried by the fact they might be getting on. Galileo: Well that�s just what I was about to say! Scaramouche rolls her eyes at Johnny. Scaramouche: Course it was. (She stands up) come on I wanna get out of here. They leave END SCENE It�s a couple of weeks later at night. Galileo and Scaramouche are staying over at the Heartbreak whilst Scaramouche is pregnant so that Meat can keep an eye on her. They are lying in their bed Scaramouche and Galileo are laying face to face, he has his arm wound round her waist. She gasps and opens her eyes in pain. She pulls away from Galileo and lies on her back. He doesn�t notice her wake up but turns over on his back and remains asleep as she turns over. Her stomach was painful, but she doesn�t know what�s wrong. The baby�s probably hungry she hoped. She stumbled out of bed only in knickers and a large t-shirt which hid her tiny bump and made her way to the door where she bent down and clutched her stomach in pain. She opened the door and closed it behind her; she gave a yelp as she curled up on the floor in pain. Pulling herself up against the wall, Meat comes out of her room next door. Meat: Scaramouche? Is that-? She looks up and sees Scaramouche leaning against the corridor wall opposite her looking at her with a painful, damp face where she�s been crying. Meat rushes up to her and puts one of her arms around her to steady her. Meat: Shit! What is it hen? Scaramouche: (Sobbing) I think it�s the baby Meat: Ok hen, donnae worry, Ah�m gonna take ya ta the kitchen, ok? Scaramouche gives a little nod between sobs and slowly goes with Meat who has her arms around her. When they reach the kitchen Meat sits Scaramouche down on a crate which was being used for a chair. Meat crouches down in front of her and strokes her face looking very worried and upset at seeing Scaramouche in such a state. Scaramouche looks straight past Meat as though she�s somewhere else. Tears are still streaming down her face. Meat: Hen? Scaramouche: I�ve lost it Meat doesn�t know how to reply but she looks away from Scaramouche now with tears running down her face. Meat: Do ya want me ta get Galileo? Scaramouche: No! I- I can�t face him now, Meat: Ah but sweetie he�d want ta help ya- Scaramouche: NO!.. He can�t help� Meat: Is there anything I can do� Scaramouche: No� (Looks down at Meat) not unless you can give me my baby back She brakes down in tears in Meats lap. Meat tries not to cry herself and puts one arm around her and strokes the young girl�s hair with her free hand trying to comfort her. Galileo can be heard from outside the room calling Scaramouche. He enters the kitchen and sees Meat holding Scaramouche on the floor. He hurries over to them and kneels down by Scaramouche and looks at Meat who has her head down near Scaramouche�s whispering things to try and comfort her. Galileo: Scaramouche? (To Meat) Is she ok? Meat: It�s the baby Galileo: WHAT! NOW! Well what do I do? I�ll get some hot water and blankets! He gets up panicking and rushing round the kitchen. Scaramouche feebly lifts her head and shouts at him through sobs. Scaramouche: NO OF COURSE I�M NOT HAVING IT NOW! I�M THREE *censored*ING WEEKS PREGNANT! Galileo stops in his tracks and realises what�s happened. Meat lifts her head from Scaramouche and looks at him. Meat: (Whispers) I�m sorry� END SCENE Its a few hours later and Galileo is sitting on a crate the other side of the table looking curious and staring into space. Scaramouche is still laying in Meats arms on the floor. The kitchen door opens slightly and Cliff walks in rubbing his eyes, he stops when he notices the damp floor near Scaramouche and he opens his eyes properly to see Scaramouche, Meat and Galileo. Cliff: (Sensing something�s wrong) What the hell- Meat lifts her head up and shakes it sadly at him. He realises what has happened Cliff: Oh God! Meat: If you�re up now could ya do me a favour an stand outside an make sure no one comes in? Cliff: (Still in shock) Yeah course� err do you want me to clear some of this (he gestures towards the damp floor) up? Meat: Yeah, cheers Cliff: (looking from Galileo to Scaramouche) It�s no problem END SCENE It�s very early morning; Cliff has fallen asleep in front of the kitchen door. Aretha sees him and laughs Aretha: had a bit too much to drunk did you? She gives him a playful nudge with her foot. She goes to open the door and Cliff jumps up Cliff: NO! You can�t go in there Aretha: What? Don�t be stupid! Course I can! Cliff: (Stands in front of the handle) No! You can�t! Aretha: (Getting impatient) why? Cliff: I�m not sure if I�m allowed to- Aretha tuts loudly Cliff: Look. Wait here and let me go in and ask Meat if I can- Aretha: Meat�s in there? Right- She hammers on the door with her fist Aretha: MEAT! OPEN THIS DOOR NOW! WHY THE HELL CAN�T I COME IN! Scene swaps to inside the kitchen. Meat looks up. Meat: Hang on! She looks down at Scaramouche who is half asleep but still crying. Then she looks over at Galileo who is still sitting down blankly. She lifts Scaramouche to her feet and practically carries her over to Galileo. When he notices her he puts his arms out and Meat sits her down on his lap. Scaramouche buries her head in his neck and Galileo holds on to her tight. Satisfied with this Meat walks over to the kitchen door and opens it slightly Meat: Will ya keep tha *censored*in noise down! Cliff: Sorry I didn�t know if I could tell her or no- Aretha: About what! Will someone let me know what�s going on here! Meat: Keep it down! Scaramouche and Galileo are in there- Aretha: So! Meat: She lost the baby Aretha: (Looks taken aback) Oh� Christ! Are they ok? Meat: What do you think? Aretha: Mmm� The kitchen door opens wider. Galileo is standing there holding Scaramouche. He doesn�t look at them but walks past them a few steps before he turns around to them Galileo: I�m- err- I- err- I�m gonna take them- err- I mean err- I think I�m gonna take her to bed He stares at them blankly for a second before turning and walking off to their room. END SCENE It�s the next morning. Aretha, Cliff and Meat didn�t return to bed they�re all round the table drinking coffee in silence. None of them really knowing what to say. A group of about ten Bohemians enter the kitchen and set about making themselves breakfast and drinks. Madonna turns around whilst waiting for the kettle to boil and studies her three friends at the table. Madonna: Jesus! You look like you haven�t slept a wink! What�s up? Jackson 5 turns around Jackson 5: I heard something going on in the night. Is that it? Meat: Err yeah- Aretha: It was Scaramouche- Bob: (Whilst making him and Madonna tea) Oh right! (laughs) her and Galileo at it again? You know I know they�re young and all, but surely they do it way too much for someone in her condition. Cliff: Well that�s just it! She�s not pregnant anymore. Madonna: (Frowns) What? (To Meat) What does he mean? Meat: (Rubbing her head) she lost the baby last night Mads� There is a crash from where Bob has just dropped two mugs. The other bohemians in the kitchen turn to look at Meat. Madonna: Oh my god! Bob: Bloody hell! Meat: Yeah� END SCENE Galileo and Scaramouche are in their bedroom, it�s still early morning. Galileo is laying with Scaramouche on top of him, her head buried in his chest. She wakes silently her face still damp with tears. She looks up to her boyfriend but can�t face waking him so instead she lies as she has been in silence until Galileo wakes. He wakes with a jolt. Galileo: God! He remembers what�s happened. He looks down at Scaramouche who he believes to still be asleep. And unwinds one of his arms from her body to brush a strand of hair off of her face. Galileo: (Whispers) I love you Scaramouche turns to look at him, giving him a surprise. Scaramouche: Really? Galileo: (Defiantly) Yeah Scaramouche: But what about what I�ve done- Galileo: Hey! None of this us your fault ok? Don�t ever think that- Scaramouche: K� She rests her head on his shoulder and buries her face in his warm neck. Scaramouche: I love you too. END SCENE Johnny is in the empty kitchen talking on his mobile. Pop comes in behind him but listens in on the conversation. Johnny: No! Don�t worry. You don�t call me good old fashioned lover boy for nothing. It�ll be fine. Ok. No I�ll phone you. He ends the call on the phone and Pop is hovering in the background. He looks suspicious of Johnny and slightly worried. Pop: Errr Johnny jumps round in his chair Pop: Who was that? Johnny: Oh just one of the girls. Pop: Oh� (He takes a seat next to Johnny) Ermm� you�re not still in contact with any of your old friends from GlobalSoft are you by any chance? Johnny: What? No of course not! Pop: Good good� Because you know that if they traced the call and found out where you were they could destroy all of the Bohemians and the Dreamer. Johnny: Of course I know that- I�m not stupid. Pop: No of course your not. They sit in an uncomfortable silence for a few minutes. Before Johnny leans back casually in his chair. Johnny: So. Bad news about Scaramouche eh? Pop: What about her? (Looks pleased) she got hurt? Johnny: No. (Pops face drops) well kind of- she lost the baby. Pop: Oh� Heavy. Are they ok? Johnny shrugs as Meat walks into the kitchen. Meat: Oh hi Pop. Pop: I just heard bout Scaramouche. Meat: Oh� Pop: Are they ok? Meat: I doubt it but ta tell ya the truth I ain�t seen much of her or Galileo since he took her up this s�morning. But I s�pose thas prob�ly for tha best though. Pop: How d�you mean? Meat: Well that her an Galileo are still alright together- it�s this sorta thing that tears couples up- (gives a little laugh) I think it would take the world ta break them two up. Johnny: (Gives an impatient sigh) No. What she needs is a fresh start. New life- new man- Meat: You just go leavin them two alone ya hear me- the last thing either of them needs is you tryin to get in bed with her END SCENE Galileo and Scaramouche are still lying in bed awake. He�s stroking her hair. Galileo: Do you think we should get up soon� Scaramouche: Maybe� I should practise guitar. Galileo: Are you gonna be ok? Scaramouche: How d�you mean? Galileo: I mean being around everyone Scaramouche: Well we�ll see� Galileo: Ok Scaramouche sits up and swings her legs over the edge of the bed. She rubs her eyes and looks down at herself. Scaramouche: Christ! What the hell do I look like? I gotta get out of these clothes. Galileo sits up behind her and wraps his arms around her waist. Galileo: No. You look perfect babe. He kisses her neck and she smiles. Scaramouche: I doubt the others will think that. She stands up and goes over to a pile of clothes at the bottom of the bed. She sorts through them and pulls out a small black t-shirt with rips in it and tosses it on the bed next to Galileo. She looks at him. Scaramouche: Well at least I�ll be able to wear that again She also gets a pair of black jeans covered in writing and patches

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Sun, 23 Sep 2007 00:00:00 +0100

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Always and forever, Granger. Are you deaf? - Chapter 03

Fri, 14 Sep 2007 08:26:49 +0100

Chapter 3 : The dream. (Draco's POV) AN: bonjour. ok, so i havent written for a while. this is the new version of chapter three, as the old one appears to have dissappeared. oh well - have this one instead. enjoy. xxx from issa. (this is dedicated to my dad, john, my uncle paul, my bestfriend, and my god daughter, who passed away earlier today. RIP.) by the way, i know that if you dream you're dying, and then you actually die, the you're dead. well, that doesn't apply to this particular chapter. Warning- it's short. And so not sweet. The dream. (Draco's POV) A young woman, dressed in an unironed pair of jeans, and a red t-shirt sat on a bench near a beach, holding a still bundle in her arms. Occasionaly, she would look down, but found she couldn't look for too long without having to look away again. In Hermione Granger's arms lay Serena Rose Malfoy. Born: 23rd May, 2003, 11.56 pm. Died: 24th May, 2003, 12.28am. He had been staring at the picture for nearly three hours, and it still hadn't managed to sink in. A note lay on the table in front of him, which had managed to tear his life apart in a letter written in neat, loopy handwriting. He picked it up, and glanced at it again. It read, Draco, I need you to know that I won't return - at least, not very soon. I love you more than I have ever loved anyone, and that is why I am writing this letter. The pain is as great for me as it is for you. I know that if you were here with me, it would be much easier to tell you this, but you can't be, so I'll do my best. Draco, I always have, and always will love you, no matter what anyone will ever or can ever say. PLease remeber that when I'm gone, and try not to be upset. You will see me again, I promise. All my love, always and forever, Your little bookworm. (That part, at least, made him smile) (And Rena says...well, I don't know what she says, but she loves you. And so do I.) Out of all the things that had had happened during Draco Malfoy's life, this was the time - the only time - that he had ever considered killing himself. Suddenly, the path was obvious. Draco walked over to his desk, and withdrew from one of the drawers, a long slender black box. Upon opening it, he took out a long slim silver knife, with a small emerald pressed into the hilt. Dropping the box onto the floor, he drew the knife quickly across his wrist, barely feeling pain above the grief. Blood dripped out in torrents. Draco staggered back to the sitting room, and clutched the letter from his fiancee in his hand. He fell to the ground. The last thing Draco saw was a picture showing Him and Hermione. Her back was pressed into his stomach, and his arms were holding her gently. His palms were pressed compassionately onto her stomach, which was swollen with pregnancy. The blood that had dripped onto it was slowly drying, and Draco knew that he would soon follow...

Always and forever, Granger. Are you deaf? - Chapter 02

Sat, 25 Aug 2007 12:31:24 +0100

Chapter 2 : The me I never knew-well, the me I knew but ignored! AN: Okay, please bear with me here coz this will be difficult to explain. I am going to put the end of the last chapter in here, then continue with the main story. Savvy?Also for random newcomers to the site, I've put in some of the abbreviations. Experienced FF authors, don't roll your eyes at me, when i was new to this site i didn't have the faintest idea what everyone was going on about with all these 'AN's,and so on. Well, newcomers, ANs are Author's notes. Pov's are points of veiw, and if someone is OOC, they are out of charcter. An OC is an original charcter, who is not from the books.Well, enjoy! xxx from IIM. End of last chapter: �Thank you, Lithia that would be most helpful. Oh, and before you go,� she added, for the elf had turned to leave, �could you please also bring us some more cotton wool? I have nearly run out. Then will you also bring down our trunks-you know, the ones I had Marthia (AN: another of the Malfoy elves) pack this morning?" "Why certainly, Madam." squeaked the elf, and vanished with a loud pop. Narcissa waited. 3 seconds later, a large bag of luxury super soft cotton wool and two large mahogany trunks appeared. "Mother," Draco asked, trying to keep the confusion out of his voice, "what exacly is going on? I mean, well, -" his voice faded away as he noticed the expression on his mother's face. It was one of hurt, of anger, of fear. "My darling child," murmured Narcissa, into her son's hair, "I won't let your father hurt you any more. He abused you all through your childhood, and I was too scared to do anything about it, because he'd hurt me too. But not any more." She announced, her voice full of a confidence he'd never heard before. "I'm going to take you away, Draco. to a place he can't hurt you, or make you like him. Actually," she smiled recklessly,"it's planned for tomorrow morning." Chapter 2: The me I never knew. Hermione's house. It was 9.30 am in the morning of the 1st of september at the Granger household, and Hermione was 'packing'. She had been looking forward to this day for weeks, but very unfortunately, a mood swing had inconveniently dumped itself on her. Understandably, she was in a bad mood. Hermione threw her hairbrush at the wall. This was not entirely unusual for Hermione. She often vented her rage on defenceless objects, such as hairbrushes, for reasons such as 'fluffing up', her hair, as had happened this morning. It fell to the ground with a soft thud, the sound somewhat muffled by the fluffy carpet. She promptly screamed at it how annoying she thought it was, how it had ruined her life, and how she would disown it if it ever pulled a stunt like that again. Lecture over, she seized it, gave it one last scowl, shoved it unceremoniously into her trunk, and slammed the lid shut. She stood back, and admired the fact that it had closed - it usually took her way llonger to pack her trunk. It had only taken her...she checked her watch... 30 minutes! Yay!!! "Now, let's see," she thought to herself, "have I got my washbag in there?" She opened her trunk. "Yep, got the washbag. Scarf ? Yep. Money ? Yep. So why do I have the feeling I've forgotten something really important... oh well, guess I can figure it out later." she grinned to herself, and skipped downstairs happily to dump crookshanks in his travelling basket. Draco's house (well, apartment). It was 9.30pm on the 31st . Draco stood ridgidly, with his eyes clamped shut, as he, his mother, and two large trunks stuffed with clothes and food, arrived sooty, tired, and slightly dishevelled from the floo to Number 65, Melbourne Court apartments, Hogsmeade. apparently, this was to be their new home from now on; and, as Draco had to admit once he'd finally got the soot out of his eyes and had a look round, it was nice. There were two bedrooms, each with a reasonable sized double bed, a small but fair kitchen/dining room, and a cozy living room with a comfy looking sofa bed, and a crackling fire. He was too exhausted to notice this, however, and had only enough energy to flop onto his bed, kick off his shoes, and fall asleep. 1st september, 11.00 am, Platform 9 3/4, king's cross station. Hermione's POV. OMG! OMG OMG OMG OMG!!!!!!! Guess what! I only got head girl! I am so excited! The second I found out, I owled Harry and Ron. My mum called Gran, Grandadand my Aunties Jaene(pronounced jane) , Kiley, and Bethenie as soon as she woke up. (She fainted.) (AN: Hermione's mum's side of the family are from Ireland. Hopefully that will explain some of the madness in this story. No offence to Irish people reading, but I am Irish, and obviously I am not trying to offend anyone. But back to the story!?)Oh god. Have just figured out something. If I'm Head Girl because of grades (likely!) *bats eyelashes* then I know who head boy will be. OH shit. Well, it can't get worse. * * * * * * Shit. Hermione, why are you trying to kid yourself? Course that son of a ferret will be a head boy. I mean, let's look at his good points. 1. He has nice hair. I mean, let's imagine it. *sets scene in head.* so, we've got Draco-only in boxers-and me-in lingerie-and then---- HERMIONE!!!! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING???? no. stick to good points. Sooo... back to the drawing board. 1. good grades. 2.nice eyes 3.gorgeous abs...*sighs happily, and abandons sanity. Dribbles.* AN: so there we have it. hermione, who is dribbling over draco. draco, who is asleep, and will miss the train if he doesnt get his arse out of bed in the next chapter. Well, see you next time, Savvy!!! xxxx IIM

Always and forever, Granger. Are you deaf? - Chapter 01

Sat, 25 Aug 2007 12:11:00 +0100

Chapter 1 : "Sort of the same, but different, you know?" Hermione happily swished into her living room to show her mother her new dress for the drama club she attended during the summer, when she lived at her parent's house. "Ok, here it is, Mum!" she called excitedly, spinning round to view the whole of the long, poofy dress she was wearing. It was well worth it. The dress was...it was just too beautiful. The bodice was tight, and the skirt fluffed out in an explosion of intricate beadwork, smooth, shimmering silk, and a huge cloud of lace, making the dress the most glamorous dress Hermione had ever seen. Her Mother hurried in to the sitting room from the kitchen, holding a camera. "OK, sweetheart, pose!" she grinned, and Hermione obliged, giggling. Suddenly, the door banged shut, and Hermione's father burst into the house. "I'm home, girls," He called, and Jane (Hermione's mum) rushed out to kiss him. "Look at Hermione's new costume, darling, it's...well, it's so beautiful." Jane rushed him to where Hermione was practicing the scene she had in the dress. "I am so sorry, Jacob...but I can't marry you." Hermione sobbed, as if it was utterly breaking her heart to have to say it, "But I am betrothed to Richard...we can't continue this secret relationship...it would break his heart...and what about Judith?" "Tea, Hermione...on second thoughts, you'd better change, I don't want to think about how much that dress would cost to be cleaned." Called Andrew, Hermione's Dad, as Hermione slapped Jacob round the face. Andrew flinched. "I would hate to be Jacob right now." He smiled to himself, as Hermione stomped up the stairs, presumably to change. ********************************************************************************************* Draco handed his mother the cotton wool, as she sat next to him on the hard wooden floor, with his face in her lap, bruised and bloody from his father's attack. �So horrid�the evil controlling...how could he," she wept, as she carefully wiped the blood from Draco's left eye, which was covered in blood, and a nasty shade of green. "He doesn't understand what it is to be a father." Draco muttered coldly, as his mother started on his nose, which felt like it was broken. "All the compassion normal children get is turned into violence where Lucius is concerned." Narcissa nodded, unable to speak from the tears pouring down her face. From nowhere, a house-elf appeared in the room, and bowed low before saying in a tiny, squeaky voice, �Lithia was wondering if you needed some ice, sir and miss.� Narcissa smiled gratefully at the small creature, she had always had a soft spot for house elves, although it had to be hidden from Lucius. If he had seen her saving food for the elves, as she often did, he would have beaten her until she could not move, and then ordered her out of the house. Narcissa found her voice for the tiny elf. �Thank you, Lithia that would be most helpful. Oh, and before you go,� she added, for the elf had turned to leave, �please could you also bring us some more cotton wool? I have almost have nearly