A/N: This is the floor show form Columbia's perspective, I know it may be
slightly inaccurate since I doubt she thinks with all these big words...
but you never know. Maybe is is hiding some intellegence hiding under those
Micky Mouse ears.
"It was great when it all began. I was a regular Frankie fan." I raised my boa over my head, singing words as they popped into my head. "But it was over when he had the plan" I wanted to growl this line but thought it might hurt Frank. "To start a-working on a muscle man." I did growl this line although my voice was so shrill it was hard to tell. "Now the only thing that gives me hope, Is my love of a certain dope." I strutted slowly, raising my fishnet and garter clad legs, making my way to the edge of the stage. "Rose tints my world," Leaning on my glowed arm a took a breath, somehow knowing what to do. "keeps me safe from my trouble and pain."
I glanced toward Rocky.. oh how I hated him; he had taken everything away from me. "I'm just seven hours old," And can't dance, I thought bitterly to myself as he purred out the line, probably arousing Frank "And truly beautiful to behold." I stopped my train of thought right there. He thought he was beautiful, beauty was feminine.. like my Frankie. Rocky was just a creation.. made to take my place. I didn't listen to anything else he had to say. How could he be so conceited? Everything is his fault. He took Eddies brain, the only other person I came close to loving.. but I just couldn't get over Frankie.. He walked over to the opposite side of the stage, freezing as he mirrored my pose.
Brad was put under the demedusa and began to sing. I could tell he was struggling not to dance.. he tried to pry his clothing off.. or the little he wore. He sung about how he thought this was a dream, and he wanted to leave. He really didn't look that bad. He gripped his nimble leg as it shook, although I wasn't listening to his words, his body language told so much about him. He looked tense, he was from a small town I supposed, an all american white neighborhood. As he stood up he opened his mouth holding a note, what he was saying I'm not quite sure, his make up stretched over his skull like a portrait of a phantom.
Janet unfroze and stretched her limbs. I was still slightly tuned out and only half watched her sashay was shake. In a way I felt respect for her, she found something to do with dumb ol' Rocky over there, but I half resented her for choosing him over Frank, even though I wanted him to myself. Her flaxen ringlet's bounced and I sighed my piercing sigh as I glinted at my clipped auburn tresses. No wonder he forgot about me when he could have things like that on his plate. She delicately kissed the air before Frankie sang.
As soon as a word passed his lips, I was at full attention again, watching his every move, hanging on his every move. "Whatever happened to Fay Wray?" He looked so beautiful, his sapphire eye shadow, climbing to his thin ebony brows. "That delicate, satin-draped frame?" I stood, frozen in wonderment as the music took me over, "As it clung to her thigh, how I started to cry... 'cause I wanted to dressed just the same." He stepped down the stair with such grace, I couldn't even begin to think of words to describe it. "Give yourself over to absolute pleasure. Swim the warm waters of sins of the flesh." I closed my eyes imagining him beside me, crooning to me. "Erotic nightmares, beyond any measure And sensual daydreams to treasure forever." I held onto the wall for support as I imagined him beside me. "Can't you just see it? Oh, oh, oh."
Frank jumped into the mist, and landed in a pool. I was dumbfounded, since I didn't know that there was a pool there.. it just suddenly appeared. "Don't dream it, be it." His words were so soft, so sweet as he repeated this to himself. I walked towards the pool, as did Janet Brad and alas, Rocky. We all collapsed into the water, singing along with Frankie. Everyone just came on to each other then.. it was so hard to tell who I was touching, kissing licking. I could here Dr. Scott mumbling to himself but took no mind. Brad began to sing, but I jumped down his throat. "God Bless Lilly St. Cyr." Janet uttered.
"My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my...my" The staccato syllables cut through my numb mind, "I'm a wild and an untamed thing. I'm a bee with a deadly sting. You get a hit and your mind goes ping. Your heart'll thump and your blood will sing. So let the party and the sounds rock on. We're gonna shake it 'till the life has gone. Rose tint my world, keep me safe from my trouble and pain." Frank spoke and I couldn't think, he filled my thoughts, "We're a wild and an untamed thing. We're a bee with a deadly sting. You get a hit and your mind goes ping. Your heart'll thump and your blood will sing. So let the party and the sounds rock on. We're gonna shake it 'till the life has gone. Rose tint my world, keep me safe from my trouble and pain." We stepped out of the pool, following the lead and got ready to dance.. some how I just knew what to do. We repeated the chorus, trying to keep in time as Dr. Scott wheeled his chair behind us.
And then I noticed it... the pool was gone. Something must be wrong.
A/N: More to come.. I gonna do this 'till Comumbia's dead (lucky for you that won't be too long) Sorry if it ended up a bit long or at least longer than I had thought. Please R&R, I know I'm not that good of an author, but if you had the time to read to here, it won't take to much more time to say maybe 10 words. If you want the disclaimer, I'm adding it to my bio.
"It was great when it all began. I was a regular Frankie fan." I raised my boa over my head, singing words as they popped into my head. "But it was over when he had the plan" I wanted to growl this line but thought it might hurt Frank. "To start a-working on a muscle man." I did growl this line although my voice was so shrill it was hard to tell. "Now the only thing that gives me hope, Is my love of a certain dope." I strutted slowly, raising my fishnet and garter clad legs, making my way to the edge of the stage. "Rose tints my world," Leaning on my glowed arm a took a breath, somehow knowing what to do. "keeps me safe from my trouble and pain."
I glanced toward Rocky.. oh how I hated him; he had taken everything away from me. "I'm just seven hours old," And can't dance, I thought bitterly to myself as he purred out the line, probably arousing Frank "And truly beautiful to behold." I stopped my train of thought right there. He thought he was beautiful, beauty was feminine.. like my Frankie. Rocky was just a creation.. made to take my place. I didn't listen to anything else he had to say. How could he be so conceited? Everything is his fault. He took Eddies brain, the only other person I came close to loving.. but I just couldn't get over Frankie.. He walked over to the opposite side of the stage, freezing as he mirrored my pose.
Brad was put under the demedusa and began to sing. I could tell he was struggling not to dance.. he tried to pry his clothing off.. or the little he wore. He sung about how he thought this was a dream, and he wanted to leave. He really didn't look that bad. He gripped his nimble leg as it shook, although I wasn't listening to his words, his body language told so much about him. He looked tense, he was from a small town I supposed, an all american white neighborhood. As he stood up he opened his mouth holding a note, what he was saying I'm not quite sure, his make up stretched over his skull like a portrait of a phantom.
Janet unfroze and stretched her limbs. I was still slightly tuned out and only half watched her sashay was shake. In a way I felt respect for her, she found something to do with dumb ol' Rocky over there, but I half resented her for choosing him over Frank, even though I wanted him to myself. Her flaxen ringlet's bounced and I sighed my piercing sigh as I glinted at my clipped auburn tresses. No wonder he forgot about me when he could have things like that on his plate. She delicately kissed the air before Frankie sang.
As soon as a word passed his lips, I was at full attention again, watching his every move, hanging on his every move. "Whatever happened to Fay Wray?" He looked so beautiful, his sapphire eye shadow, climbing to his thin ebony brows. "That delicate, satin-draped frame?" I stood, frozen in wonderment as the music took me over, "As it clung to her thigh, how I started to cry... 'cause I wanted to dressed just the same." He stepped down the stair with such grace, I couldn't even begin to think of words to describe it. "Give yourself over to absolute pleasure. Swim the warm waters of sins of the flesh." I closed my eyes imagining him beside me, crooning to me. "Erotic nightmares, beyond any measure And sensual daydreams to treasure forever." I held onto the wall for support as I imagined him beside me. "Can't you just see it? Oh, oh, oh."
Frank jumped into the mist, and landed in a pool. I was dumbfounded, since I didn't know that there was a pool there.. it just suddenly appeared. "Don't dream it, be it." His words were so soft, so sweet as he repeated this to himself. I walked towards the pool, as did Janet Brad and alas, Rocky. We all collapsed into the water, singing along with Frankie. Everyone just came on to each other then.. it was so hard to tell who I was touching, kissing licking. I could here Dr. Scott mumbling to himself but took no mind. Brad began to sing, but I jumped down his throat. "God Bless Lilly St. Cyr." Janet uttered.
"My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my...my" The staccato syllables cut through my numb mind, "I'm a wild and an untamed thing. I'm a bee with a deadly sting. You get a hit and your mind goes ping. Your heart'll thump and your blood will sing. So let the party and the sounds rock on. We're gonna shake it 'till the life has gone. Rose tint my world, keep me safe from my trouble and pain." Frank spoke and I couldn't think, he filled my thoughts, "We're a wild and an untamed thing. We're a bee with a deadly sting. You get a hit and your mind goes ping. Your heart'll thump and your blood will sing. So let the party and the sounds rock on. We're gonna shake it 'till the life has gone. Rose tint my world, keep me safe from my trouble and pain." We stepped out of the pool, following the lead and got ready to dance.. some how I just knew what to do. We repeated the chorus, trying to keep in time as Dr. Scott wheeled his chair behind us.
And then I noticed it... the pool was gone. Something must be wrong.
A/N: More to come.. I gonna do this 'till Comumbia's dead (lucky for you that won't be too long) Sorry if it ended up a bit long or at least longer than I had thought. Please R&R, I know I'm not that good of an author, but if you had the time to read to here, it won't take to much more time to say maybe 10 words. If you want the disclaimer, I'm adding it to my bio.