Stepping out of the shower, Barbie wasted no time walking into her closet and biting on her lower lip, the fluttering butterflies in the bottom of her stomach couldn’t be ignored anymore. They’d been dancing around for the past few months with Dylan, and she wouldn’t lie to herself and say she wasn’t back to where she was in the past, wanting to be around him constantly, feeling safer in his arms. Changing into one of her tighter dresses, snug around her waist and her chest and looser around the knees with a pair of low heels, comfortable for dancing if they went there. Minimal make up with a red lip, a few sprays of his favorite perfume on her and as if on a timer, she heard her doorbell ringing, walking over to the door and swinging it open.
summary. “my name is kurt hummel and i will be auditioning for the role of karyden smith in the seminal classic, mean girls.”
when. tuesday, 16 april 2019.
where. william mckinley high school auditorium.
warnings. stripping?
word count. 1,061.
NARRATIVE
When the musical was announced, Kurt was initially disappointed that there were no roles that would be even remotely fitting for him. He wasn’t the typical male lead and he couldn’t see Sue ever casting him in the role when there were so many options available for those characters already at McKinley. Taller, more muscular, more masculine. It was something he’d have to get used to if he wanted to continue performing throughout his life. There wasn’t always room for boys that looked like him.
But he loves Mean Girls. It’s iconic.
In considering things further, he’s concluded that he could kill it in one of the female roles. Karen doesn’t seem like the natural choice, with sex appeal that he feels he lacks and a wardrobe of short skirts and lingerie. But she has a solo, spends a significant amount of time on stage, and has some of the best lines. This combination is ideal and Kurt has been wanting to feel more appealing, sexy even. He’s tired of feeling like a penguin - certainly the least sexy animal - and really thinks that his self perception would change if he were to spend time in the role of a character so sexually liberated. Even if he’s a virgin himself. Playing the role of Karyden Smith will help Kurt develop his confidence in himself, while playing a role that he has grown to feel strongly about.
“My name is Kurt Hummel and I will be auditioning for the role of Karen Smith in the seminal classic, Mean Girls. While this may seem like the odd choice, I can assure you that I am capable of reforming the role to fit the likes of myself.”
AUDITION OUTFIT
WARDROBE CHANGE --
MONOLOGUE
“I will be reading a monologue by Lucy Van Pelt from ‘You’re a Good Man, Charlie Brown’.”
“Do you know what I intend? I intend to be a queen.
When I grow up, I’m going to be the biggest queen there ever was and I’ll live in a big palace and when I go out in my coach, all the people will wave and I will shout at them, and…and…in the summertime I will go to my summer palace and I’ll wear my crown in swimming and everything, and all the people will cheer and I will shout at them…
What do you mean I can’t be queen? Nobody should be kept from being a queen if he wants to be one.
It’s usually just a matter of knowing the right people.. ..well…. if I can’t be a queen, then I’ll be very rich, then I will buy myself a queendom. Yes, I will buy myself a queendom and then I’ll kick out the old queen and take over the whole operation myself.
I will be head queen.”
MUSICAL NUMBER
“I will be performing ‘So Much Better’ from Legally Blonde: The Musical, brought to stage by the beautiful Laura Bell Bundy in her role as Elle Woods.”
[KURT as ELLE]
All of this time I planned
I'd be patient and you would love me again
You'd come to respect my mind
And at last you'd find you could love me again
And I have turned my whole world upside down
Trying not to let you go
Watching you walk away is like a fatal blow
Whoa!
Is that my name up on that list?
Does someone know that I exist?
Is this a mistake? Am I even awake?
Pinch me now to make sure
Yes, that's my name in black and white
Maybe I'm doing something right
Whoa, I feel so much better than before
Warner!
Sorry I've been a pest
But I guess my best was not working with you
Looks like I've found a cure and I so look forward
To working with you
[ Ryder as WARNER]
What? Working with who?
[KURT as Elle]
Hey, remember when we spent Spring Break
In the hot tub every night
You said nothing else could ever feel so right
Well this might!
[Rachel and Madison as SWANS]
Snap!
[KURT as Elle]
Seeing my name up on that list
[Rachel and Madison as SWANS]
Ooh, on that list
[KURT as Elle]
That beats the first time that we kissed
[Rachel and Madison as SWANS]
Ooh, that they kissed
[KURT as Elle]
You thought I was dumb
But I think that somebody's judgement was poor
Seeing my name in black and white
It's like making love with you all night
No, wait, it feels so much better
Hello, much better
It's oh, oh, oh, oh, oh much better
'Cause I am so much better than before
[Rachel and Madison as SWANS]
Yes, he's so much better than before
Yes, he's so much better than before
[KURT as Elle]
Maybe she's what you prefer
But, hey, last year I was her
Maybe you will change your mind
But you might look up to find
I've moved on to better things
Better jobs and bigger rings
I don't have the time to cry
I'm too busy loving
[KURT as Elle / Rachel and Madison as SWANS]
My name up on that list
Kind of a cool, ironic twist
[KURT as Elle]
Who else can I tell?
Oh, where's my cell
Dad will fall on the floor
[KURT as Elle / Rachel and Madison as SWANS]
Hey Dad!
Look at my name in black and white
Your son's doing something right
I feel so much better
I'll be there on Monday, nine o'clock
Then we will see who walks the walk
[KURT as Elle]
No, no, I can't wait!
I will be there at eight
When they unlock the door
[KURT as Elle / Rachel and Madison as SWANS]
Oh, oh! I'll even dress in black and white
See, I have not begun to fight
[KURT as Elle]
And you'll go
[Rachel and Madison as SWANS]
OH!
[KURT as Elle]
Much better
[Rachel and Madison as SWANS]
Hello!
[KURT as Elle]
Much better
[KURT as Elle / Rachel and Madison as SWANS]
And sooner you're gonna know much better
[KURT as Elle]
I am so much better
[Rachel and Madison as SWANS]
I am so much better
[KURT as Elle]
I am so much better
[Rachel and Madison as SWANS]
I am so much
[KURT as Elle / Rachel and Madison as SWANS]
I am so much better
[KURT as Elle]
Than before
It was very common for serial killers with more malignant narcissism to leave messages with their victims for the police to find. Many of them just couldn't help taunting the law, like showboating, but often the methodology was obscure, insidious, and perverse. What made it more specific to each killer was that no two killers left messages in the same way (unless one was copying the other). The zodiac killer, for instance, had mailed in magazine cut out letters to the FBI. Another case she'd worked on had left flowers will his victims, each with a Victorian meaning. The killer Shepard was chasing left numbers. They were cut out of the same book, same ink and paper pulp, same font and size, and left folded up under the victim's tongue. The pictures of Five-0's crime scene showed the same tiny scrap of fluid-stained paper, another set of numbers. It was him; Shepard knew it was him. All the way here in Hawaii.
She was making a study of the placement of the body when she heard someone come in. The measured steps hazarded a guess that it was one Commander Steven McGarrett, but she didn't look up to see.
SUMMARY: Mason is trapped, and fears the worst as he feels his past has caught up to him.
NOTES: asterisks indicate what would be italics; please excuse my horrible mobile formatting.
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He just wanted some sort of service.
Really, that’s all Mason wanted. Some sort of way to get in contact with his friends, family — Madison. Oh god, *Madison*. He didn’t even know if she was okay. Didn’t know if she was at home, or where she was. And that freaked him out. She could be hurt, could be in danger — and here he was, trapped in a freaking cell.
In hindsight, he always thought he’d end up in a cell given recent activities. But he never expected it to be on *accident* during a freak storm. He at least thought he’d have the victory of seeing the looks on everyone’s faces as they realized who had been fucking with them. But no — here he was, trapped in a stupid cell with every cop in the precinct running around in chaos trying to do some sort of justice against Mother Nature. Fallen trees, vehicles trapped at the bottom of hills in pools of water. God, this was pathetic.
He just wanted to be nice. Just wanted *some* sort of good karma to mellow out the obvious bad, but the bad outweighed the good. The horrible things he’s done has finally caught up to his usual stop after work at the PD; greeting the usual night officers with coffee and doughnuts and banter about that days worth of drama. And instead of being able to go home, he got sucked in the hurricane of a town-wide power outage.
He could hear the rain against the window, coming down hard and heavy. He let out a deep sigh, pushing his hair from his face. He had left his only hairtie in his car, near the back of the Concord Hall parking lot. He would have to deal with his hair in his face.
A chill ran down his spine as the cold started to set in; the echoing silence bringing a ring to his ears. He wanted to cry. He *hated* being alone; alone, cold and in the dark. His eyes strained just to look two feet in front of him; the only form of light he has is his phone flashlight — from said phone at 50% battery — and the occasional flash of lightning. It was like a fucking horror film.
Standing, he pocketed his phone and walked over to the bars of the cell, letting his arms hang against the cool metal. “Hello?” He called out, hoping, *praying* to a god he wasn’t sure he believed in anymore, that someone else was down there. That *someone* would hear him; see he was trapped. That he wasn’t some prisoner. At least, not yet.
How ironic.
“Hello?!” He tried again, his voice louder. After a few moments of only the thundering rain being his companion, he settled back against the bench, shaking his head. Of course, of fucking *course* this would happen to him.
A small smirk graced Jace’s lips as he moved closer to Alec. He was shirtless and dressed only in a pair of black lace panties that left nothing to the imagination.
“I wanted to do something special for your birthday.”
He bit his bottom lip as he finally reached Alec.
“Izzy let slip that you have a thing for me. Well…I have one for you too.”
“Is this a joke? Why are you doing this, Jace?” The eldest male let out a slight whimper at the proximity of his parabatai and looking like that. “Fuck.” He hadn’t realized he said that out loud until a few minutes too late, but he couldn’t bring himself to really care at this point. He wasn’t sure if he should be pissed or excited that Jace was doing this for any reason.
