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dreamlikenewyork2017-02-01 02:38 pm
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"You'll get by if you'd only cut loose."
Who: Amarlie-Rose Satori and Justin Campbell with Sasha Stanford
What: Cosiness and confessions
Where: Campbell place, NYC
When: Tuesday night
"Soooo... I have a confession," Amarlie said as she came through from the kitchen with a tub of Ben & Jerry's with two spoons. She handed one of the spoons to Justin, who was already settled in on the sofa, ready to watch a movie. Sasha was there too, of course, but he had crashed out a little while ago with his head in Justin's lap. Dory had settled herself into a little nest in against Sasha's belly, and Sasha had a hand over her back. He had fallen asleep like that when the medication the doctor put him on knocked him out.
All three were in their pyjamas. Amarlie in a unicorn onesie, Justin in Ninja Turtle PJs, and Sasha in in a Superman onesie. No one could accuse them of not being versatile. Even then, Justin had wrapped a blanket around Sasha because he had been bouncing back and forth between hot and cold with his fever.
Justin was running his fingers through Sasha's hair when he took the spoon with his other hand, not missing a beat. "Hm? What's that?"
"I've never seen Footloose," Amarlie said quickly, sheepishly, and was hurriedly getting a cushion up as a shield.
The look on Justin's face was pure horror and disbelief. He didn't even have any words to cover it. He just held his hand up to her and shook his head. "Nope. Nope, you're no longer my sister. I have to sistervorce you over this travesty! How can you not have see Footloose?!" he shrieked, but only after his hand went carefully down over Sasha's ear. "I can't. I can't even. We shouldn't even be allowed to share a sofa."
Justin's horror was hilarious, but Amarlie did have the decency to continue feeling sheepish. "I'm sorry! But, like, isn't it better that I get to see your Footloose in the flesh first, anyway. Then there's no preconceived notions of the whole thing?"
"Preconceived notions?! Girl... girl," Justin was holding his hand up at her again, shaking his head. "You do not call Kevin Bacon a preconceived notion! He's the King! There would be no my in the flesh without Kevin Bacon's original Ren McCormack! How are you even here? We shouldn't be breathing the same air. This is too basic, I'm getting a headache. Give me that ice cream. Being in a sugar coma would be less painful that this," he decided, taking the tub off her.
Amarlie was snickering by now, unable to stifle the amused grin. Justin was one sassy gay bitch when he wanted to be, and then some. "Damn, you must be dying to meet him."
"I have met him," Justin corrected, throwing her a pretty epic sass look from where he was now hogging the tub or ice cream and looking like he wanted to use the spoon as a lightsaber to ward off the basic germs from touching him.
"What?!" Amarlie squealed, mouth dropping open. "No way! You're just fucking with me! I loved him in The Air Up There!"
Justin gave her another horrified look. "You've seen The Air Up There, and not Footloose?! I think I'm having a stroke. I think I'm legit having a stroke." It was hard to be aghast and quiet at the same time so he didn't wake Sasha. If Sash wasn't sleeping right now, he would be probably doing an offended flounce right about now.
But Amarlie was grinning. "Tell me about how you met him!" she begged, excitedly turning on the spot to sit sideways and cross-legged so she was directly facing him.
"Only if you swear on your fashion talent that you will sit and watch it with me now - twice - to make up for this gross error of judgement," Justin said with a haughty sniff before shoving a spoonful of the ice cream into his mouth to try to dull the pain.
"Promise," Amarlie swore, crossing her fingers over her heart.
Justin shrugged, satisfied he could at least force her into submission of her basic oversight. "Never seen Footloose. Pfft," he snorted, shaking his head. "Kevin was at our opening night. He said some real nice things to me, which pretty much saved me from throwing in the towel after one show. The stage fright back then was almost crippling. I got through it on autopilot, mostly. But the opening night was a massive deal, because Caden's a big name in the business, and when he opens a new show, it attracts big timers. I probably wouldn't have even made it on stage if I knew who was in the audience watching. He came and spoke to me for awhile after the show, telling me how he was proud to pass the baton over to me. Things like that. Now he sends me a Christmas card every year, and emails now and again," he said with a little laugh. It was still beyond him how it all happened.
Amarlie was shaking her head, smiling so much her cheeks hurt. "Fucking hell, my brother really is a superstar." She reached over and gave his shoulder a little squeeze. "You know, I know I'm an epic basic bitch and all, but it's much more awesome for me to see it for the first time with you. Like, how much it all means to you, and how much you love it got you this far, despite everything. It's probably what has kept you alive. That's special for me. It's a moment just for us, you know?"
Justin was watching her as she spoke and finally relinquished the ice cream to her with a nod. "Yeah," he ultimately agreed with a smile. "I mean, pretty much everyone who already knows me has been roped into watching it at least once. It is pretty cool you get to watch it for the first time with me."
"And I expect front row tickets to your first show back too, bitch," Amarlie told him, her turn to now point at him with the spoon when she took the tub. "Like, seeing you up there is the most important thing to me right now. Seeing what makes you shine. Besides being in love, that is."
Justin was smiling more now, looking down at Sasha, and yet again raking that stray curl back behind his ear as he slept. "Fuck, yes. You can sit with Sash. He's already put his order in for that." He met Amarlie's gaze with a smile and rested his head back against the sofa. "I'm glad you came back. This is nice. It's this sort of stuff that will help get me back up there."
Amarlie dropped her spoon into the ice cream tub and took his hand, holding it tightly. "Your horrified look wouldn't been nearly as hilarious over Skype."
Justin snorted in amusement and shook his head. "Fierce words from someone so basic, sis. C'mon, we have to put this horrible blight on the world right ASAP so no fabulous gay fairies lose their wings," he said, picking up the remote to scroll through to Footloose on the favourites list.
LOG, COMPLETE
What: Cosiness and confessions
Where: Campbell place, NYC
When: Tuesday night
"Soooo... I have a confession," Amarlie said as she came through from the kitchen with a tub of Ben & Jerry's with two spoons. She handed one of the spoons to Justin, who was already settled in on the sofa, ready to watch a movie. Sasha was there too, of course, but he had crashed out a little while ago with his head in Justin's lap. Dory had settled herself into a little nest in against Sasha's belly, and Sasha had a hand over her back. He had fallen asleep like that when the medication the doctor put him on knocked him out.
All three were in their pyjamas. Amarlie in a unicorn onesie, Justin in Ninja Turtle PJs, and Sasha in in a Superman onesie. No one could accuse them of not being versatile. Even then, Justin had wrapped a blanket around Sasha because he had been bouncing back and forth between hot and cold with his fever.
Justin was running his fingers through Sasha's hair when he took the spoon with his other hand, not missing a beat. "Hm? What's that?"
"I've never seen Footloose," Amarlie said quickly, sheepishly, and was hurriedly getting a cushion up as a shield.
The look on Justin's face was pure horror and disbelief. He didn't even have any words to cover it. He just held his hand up to her and shook his head. "Nope. Nope, you're no longer my sister. I have to sistervorce you over this travesty! How can you not have see Footloose?!" he shrieked, but only after his hand went carefully down over Sasha's ear. "I can't. I can't even. We shouldn't even be allowed to share a sofa."
Justin's horror was hilarious, but Amarlie did have the decency to continue feeling sheepish. "I'm sorry! But, like, isn't it better that I get to see your Footloose in the flesh first, anyway. Then there's no preconceived notions of the whole thing?"
"Preconceived notions?! Girl... girl," Justin was holding his hand up at her again, shaking his head. "You do not call Kevin Bacon a preconceived notion! He's the King! There would be no my in the flesh without Kevin Bacon's original Ren McCormack! How are you even here? We shouldn't be breathing the same air. This is too basic, I'm getting a headache. Give me that ice cream. Being in a sugar coma would be less painful that this," he decided, taking the tub off her.
Amarlie was snickering by now, unable to stifle the amused grin. Justin was one sassy gay bitch when he wanted to be, and then some. "Damn, you must be dying to meet him."
"I have met him," Justin corrected, throwing her a pretty epic sass look from where he was now hogging the tub or ice cream and looking like he wanted to use the spoon as a lightsaber to ward off the basic germs from touching him.
"What?!" Amarlie squealed, mouth dropping open. "No way! You're just fucking with me! I loved him in The Air Up There!"
Justin gave her another horrified look. "You've seen The Air Up There, and not Footloose?! I think I'm having a stroke. I think I'm legit having a stroke." It was hard to be aghast and quiet at the same time so he didn't wake Sasha. If Sash wasn't sleeping right now, he would be probably doing an offended flounce right about now.
But Amarlie was grinning. "Tell me about how you met him!" she begged, excitedly turning on the spot to sit sideways and cross-legged so she was directly facing him.
"Only if you swear on your fashion talent that you will sit and watch it with me now - twice - to make up for this gross error of judgement," Justin said with a haughty sniff before shoving a spoonful of the ice cream into his mouth to try to dull the pain.
"Promise," Amarlie swore, crossing her fingers over her heart.
Justin shrugged, satisfied he could at least force her into submission of her basic oversight. "Never seen Footloose. Pfft," he snorted, shaking his head. "Kevin was at our opening night. He said some real nice things to me, which pretty much saved me from throwing in the towel after one show. The stage fright back then was almost crippling. I got through it on autopilot, mostly. But the opening night was a massive deal, because Caden's a big name in the business, and when he opens a new show, it attracts big timers. I probably wouldn't have even made it on stage if I knew who was in the audience watching. He came and spoke to me for awhile after the show, telling me how he was proud to pass the baton over to me. Things like that. Now he sends me a Christmas card every year, and emails now and again," he said with a little laugh. It was still beyond him how it all happened.
Amarlie was shaking her head, smiling so much her cheeks hurt. "Fucking hell, my brother really is a superstar." She reached over and gave his shoulder a little squeeze. "You know, I know I'm an epic basic bitch and all, but it's much more awesome for me to see it for the first time with you. Like, how much it all means to you, and how much you love it got you this far, despite everything. It's probably what has kept you alive. That's special for me. It's a moment just for us, you know?"
Justin was watching her as she spoke and finally relinquished the ice cream to her with a nod. "Yeah," he ultimately agreed with a smile. "I mean, pretty much everyone who already knows me has been roped into watching it at least once. It is pretty cool you get to watch it for the first time with me."
"And I expect front row tickets to your first show back too, bitch," Amarlie told him, her turn to now point at him with the spoon when she took the tub. "Like, seeing you up there is the most important thing to me right now. Seeing what makes you shine. Besides being in love, that is."
Justin was smiling more now, looking down at Sasha, and yet again raking that stray curl back behind his ear as he slept. "Fuck, yes. You can sit with Sash. He's already put his order in for that." He met Amarlie's gaze with a smile and rested his head back against the sofa. "I'm glad you came back. This is nice. It's this sort of stuff that will help get me back up there."
Amarlie dropped her spoon into the ice cream tub and took his hand, holding it tightly. "Your horrified look wouldn't been nearly as hilarious over Skype."
Justin snorted in amusement and shook his head. "Fierce words from someone so basic, sis. C'mon, we have to put this horrible blight on the world right ASAP so no fabulous gay fairies lose their wings," he said, picking up the remote to scroll through to Footloose on the favourites list.
LOG, COMPLETE