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Sonnet. Sean.
Strange Things Mystifying
Mon Feb 6, 2006 09:31
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My mind is clearer now
At last
All too well
I can see
Where we all
Soon will be
If you strip away…


There it was. Shopping had seemed like a great idea for the day, even if noone actually bought anything. It was just nice to stroll down the street with his lover, and peer into the windows of shops that he wouldn't be able to afford even if he prostituted himself out to the Chippendale revue. John had seemed agreeable to being seen in pubic with him, had in fact, start glowering in his menacing way if any of the punks looked crosseyed at the actor. That pretty much guaranteed the both of them a wide berth through otherwise congested New York streets.

After stopping at a hot dog stand for lunch, you just couldn't beat street vendors in the Big Apple for cheap, almost healthy meals, the two had wandered onto tourist street, aka Broadway, dodging couples and big families lining up for afternoon performances or rehearsals. You'd find the musical junkies even around the corner for Off-Broadway shows, and there were many of them who began snapping photos of the former agent, simply because Sean had picked out his t-shirt.

Well, who would have thought that Actors do it on stage was such a big hit.

On a whim, they'd decided to head over to the Playhouse, since no one outside Lucy or Caleb had heard from David in weeks, and Sean still felt guilty because his injuries had closed down what could have been a profitable autumn. No matter what John said in private, it had been his fault. The actor was firmly convinced of it, but he'd learned not to voice those thoughts around friends and family. Right now, though, attention was firmly focused on the little gathering commencing onstage. No one paid attention to the 'tourists' who ocassionally wandered in off the street to see what all the ruckus was about.

Despite what Caleb frequently said about his voice, Sean knew the ex-agent had a pretty decent one, so it was a pleasure to listen to this particular song, even if (from his vantage point) the man should have been singing I Don't Know How to Love Him. After all, didn't his nametage read Mary Magdalene? Giving an affectionate squeeze to John's ass, the actor began his descent down the stairs, arriving at the base of the stairs just as a bunch of apostles were singing in tandem.

Why should you want to know?
Don't you mind about the future?
Don't you try to think ahead?
Save tomorrow for tomorrow;
Think about today instead.


Had there been someone else supposed to sing this? Sean hadn't actually noticed, he was too busy trying to get up the stairs, most of his concentration centered around the intricate vocals. With light hair already curling against his shoulders (haircuts were few and far between, usually when he got around to remembering or prepping for a role), and the power of his voice, any other contenders would naturally step down. Right? And playing off Lucy and Caleb was too decadent a thrill to give up anyway.

Who are you to criticise her?
Who are you to despise her?
Leave her, leave her, let her be now.
Leave her, leave her, she's with me now.
If your slate is clean, then you can throw stones.
If your slate is not, then leave her alone.
I'm amazed that men like you can be so shallow, thick and slow
There is not a man among you who know or cares if I come or go.


Yeah. He had the part. Even if David was still untangling himself out of said office. Though, what the director had to say before marshalling everyone into a group and officially putting the rock opera into Sean, Caleb and Lucy's capable hands was something of a shock. The gangly director looked hagard, the scent of nicotine clinging to his clothing instead of more neferious herbs.

"There's an emergency broadcast going out from the Bay area. They had an earthquake this morning . . ."




She wanted to sleep with her parter, and that was the problem. After rescuing his brother and Miss Laramie Sorensen from a broom closet in the wee hours of the morning, Sonnet had opted to crash at Devon's place, because it was nearer work than her own pad -- and Isabel couldn't interfere. The woman was beginning to seriously drive her mad, not only with her pointed queries about Officer Holmes, but the tentative friendship she'd struck with the man's sister Moira. After finding out she was an interior decorator of high caliber, the author had begun an earnest effort to redo their living space.

It was like living with Auntie Mame.

So she'd claimed the couch before Devon could, grinning wickledly at the disgruntled expression tossed her way (figuring it was payback for making her swim with the fishies on their day off) and settled down happily with her portable alarm clock. Unfortunately, dreams had taken a rather erotic turn, forcing her awake somewhere around seven in the morning. Normally, Sonnet would have been awake before that, but today the two had drawn an afternoon shift, so they didnt have to be at work until two o'clock.

Yawning, she flipped on the television, pondering if three or four showers would calm raging hormones, and found her heart ripped right out of her chest.

Thank you for tuning in to Channel Three news. As we've been reporting for the last two hours, a major earthquake has struck the town of San Mateo, which is just south of San Francisco. Early estimates placed it at 6.7, but we are now told it was 6.9 or higher. We go now to Debra Patterson, who is reporting from the wharf district . . .

The feed switched from newsroom to a scene straight out of a disaster film, with a pretty blonde adjusting the mic on her coat, but Sonnet wasn't paying attention anymore. She was too busy fumbling with the phone, shaking hands trying to dial a number. We apologize for the delay, but all circuits are busy. Please try again later. The cop could barely breathe when trembling fingers stabbed another series of numbers.

"Mom, turn on the television. There was an earthquake in California. I can't get ahold of Michael."

Don't cry. That would be bad. It would also wake up Devon, and his partner wasn't completely sure she could remain calm, or at least, not completely fly off the handle. Everything forgotten, she sat on the couch in tshirt and panties, occasionally muttering to her mother while they watched the destruction flash across national television. Distantly, in the one part of her mind that wasn't reeling from the horror, she wondered if her father and Hugh knew yet.

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