Debut (a Bell and iAn friendfic)
For one night, instead of wearing baggy trousers, a man’s vest, and a newsies cap over a bush of red hair; she actually looked like the fembot she was built like. Her off-white steel glimmered, as if showing off how excited but nervous she was. Her red hair had been tamed into nicer ringlet curls only for the night; brushed into a ponyail and cascading around the plated, squatty neck. The poofy shorter skirt on her robin’s egg blue dress (which looked straight from the 1940s) showed off her knee and ankle joints, usually hidden by tacky knee-high socks with gaudy patterns. It had been forever since that metal had been exposed.
She was mostly nervous because of her malfunctioning issues. That and iAn had been so persistant about getting back her directive so she could be the Bell she truly was inside. He had put so much effort into this. What a gentleman. She didn't want to let him down.
The crowd was waiting in the back room, and without further ado, she walked down the steps. Before she could even collect her thoughts and focus on the task ahead, her gears stopped. Her circuitry froze. iAn, who usually looked dapper all the time, had dressed to the nines; most likely to make her feel even more special on this debut night. This was way too much for her core to handle.
But, with a few little glitches, her head snapped to attention and she was assisted to the piano. She took it upon herself to pull herself up and sit atop the upright piano’s lid, crossing metal legs like a lady. For once, she didn’t short circuit around the wooden centerpiece to the room. She was way too confident right now. The other automatons in the room giggled in response, before whistling. She looked wonderful, really. Like out of a painting. But she snapped at them for whistling, making crass jokes towards her friends with heavy sass.
So she was still their Bell after all.
iAn took his seat, pretending to crack his metal digits, and they were off! Her voice was dancing above the room like wafting fragrance; iAn’s vocals providing backing and harmonies when needed….
“Seaside. Whenever you stroll along with me…”
Bell was having a ball. For a few seconds she forgot all her worries: her silly little crush, her abandonment issues, her nerves regarding her original directive…all gone. She was smiling, her voice charming the other robots in the room with the delectable melodies. There was swaying, and goofy grins all over the room.
But then the song drew to a close, and she opened her optics to see a certain someone smiling up at her, and her wiring misfired. With a yelp, she jumped from the piano, and ran to her room.
She had never had her cogs whirr that fast before.
