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helsinkibabyTitle: The Rush of Rushes
Fandom: Fame
Pairing: Reggie/Ian
Word Count: 398
Rating: PG13 (one bad word)
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writers_choice “rush” challenge
When she’s standing in the wings, waiting to go onstage, Reggie is all ready to swear that this is the biggest rush she’s ever experienced. All the auditioning, the rehearsing, the waiting, all leading to this, her first night opening as the lead in a Broadway show. It seems like everyone she knows has a ticket, is waiting to see her, and it has occurred to her, somewhere in the kaleidoscope of libretto and melody playing in her brain, that if she wasn’t so excited, she’d surely be terrified.
But that rush is nothing compared to the rush of actually walking out on stage, hearing her friends and family give her the biggest round of applause she’s ever had in her life.
And it’s certainly nothing compared to the sensation of singing to a sold out crowd who are so quiet she can almost hear her heart beating.
But the biggest rush of all comes when the night is over, when the audience are on their feet, applauding, stomping, whistling, and the largest cheer of the night comes when the rest of the company step back and let her take centre stage on her own. She can feel her face splitting into the biggest smile, because she knows all her hard work was worth it, and she knows without a shadow of a doubt that this is how she wants to spend the rest of her life.
Coming off the stage is a blur, walking into a maelstrom of people, all of whom want to wish her well, and she is turned this way and that, hardly knowing who she is talking to.
And then he is there.
“Reg, you were fan-fucking-tastic!” Ian whoops, lifting her off her feet, and he doesn’t seem to care that her green makeup is rubbing off on his clothes as she grips him, or on his face as he kisses her. Her eyes closed, she hears the flashbulbs popping, and she knows the picture that’s going to run in the newspapers tomorrow; the famous rock-star, kissing his soon-to-be famous wife, a roomful of people smiling around them.
They usually keep their private life private, but she doesn’t care about that tonight. Because in a night of rushes, the way Ian looked at her when he spun her off her feet – love and pride in equal measure – is the biggest rush of all.
Fandom: Fame
Pairing: Reggie/Ian
Word Count: 398
Rating: PG13 (one bad word)
Notes: For the
writers_choice “rush” challengeWhen she’s standing in the wings, waiting to go onstage, Reggie is all ready to swear that this is the biggest rush she’s ever experienced. All the auditioning, the rehearsing, the waiting, all leading to this, her first night opening as the lead in a Broadway show. It seems like everyone she knows has a ticket, is waiting to see her, and it has occurred to her, somewhere in the kaleidoscope of libretto and melody playing in her brain, that if she wasn’t so excited, she’d surely be terrified.
But that rush is nothing compared to the rush of actually walking out on stage, hearing her friends and family give her the biggest round of applause she’s ever had in her life.
And it’s certainly nothing compared to the sensation of singing to a sold out crowd who are so quiet she can almost hear her heart beating.
But the biggest rush of all comes when the night is over, when the audience are on their feet, applauding, stomping, whistling, and the largest cheer of the night comes when the rest of the company step back and let her take centre stage on her own. She can feel her face splitting into the biggest smile, because she knows all her hard work was worth it, and she knows without a shadow of a doubt that this is how she wants to spend the rest of her life.
Coming off the stage is a blur, walking into a maelstrom of people, all of whom want to wish her well, and she is turned this way and that, hardly knowing who she is talking to.
And then he is there.
“Reg, you were fan-fucking-tastic!” Ian whoops, lifting her off her feet, and he doesn’t seem to care that her green makeup is rubbing off on his clothes as she grips him, or on his face as he kisses her. Her eyes closed, she hears the flashbulbs popping, and she knows the picture that’s going to run in the newspapers tomorrow; the famous rock-star, kissing his soon-to-be famous wife, a roomful of people smiling around them.
They usually keep their private life private, but she doesn’t care about that tonight. Because in a night of rushes, the way Ian looked at her when he spun her off her feet – love and pride in equal measure – is the biggest rush of all.
