(Now, let's get down to business):
...They ran into the Empire State Building. Literally. "Ow!" Teddy sang (Mercy, did you catch my 1D reference? Of course you did), rubbing the bruise now forming on his cheekbone. Uncle Chris staggered back a bit and said, in his voice that crept softly like warm sunlight at dawn, "Oh! I'm dreadfully sorry. That was my fault entirely, it appears I forgot to put in my contact lenses this morning." He looked around, a perfect wrinkle of worry forming on his golden brow. "Did you all follow me? Is the Novice alright?"
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| This is the face the Novice made. She doesn't really look like this I just felt like our blog needed Sassy Dumbledore) |
"That doesn't surprise me," Uncle Chris said. The resigned tone in his voice was achingly beautiful and heartbreaking. He whispered softly, so that only Teddy heard him: "But...I would follow you to the ends of the earth."
Teddy felt the urges to both throw up and give Chris moral support at the same time, a common feeling one experiences when one has a friend suffering from the juvenile emotions of unrequited love.
The Sassy Novice took charge. "Look, everybody, we need to divide and conquer if we are going to get anything done, and we need to work FAST, because Sister Mary Jane is going to delete the season finale of "Naked and Afraid" from the DVR if I don't get home in time and watch it. Now, here's what we're going to do, so ALL of you-" she shot a dark sassy look at Uncle Chris, who flinched as if he had been slapped "-had better listen up."
The Novice was about to explain her plan in cynical detail, when a tall man in a leather jacket stopped her on 5th Avenue. "Excuse me, sistah!" he barked in an obnoxiously typical Boston accent that was the polar opposite of Uncle Chris's lilting and flawless British inflection, "I own this building, and you have to pay to stare at it. That'll be $78.00 if ya please," He held out a massive hand impatiently.
"Oohhh, he poked the wrong bear with a stick!" Harry whispered.
"He really messed it up this time, didn't he my dear?" Teddy trilled.
"Thank you for singing the clean lyrics," Walter said endearingly, "Vulgar language is a big turn-off for me."
Teddy blushed and murmured, "I'd do anything for you," but Walter turned away at that very moment.
"If I was louder, would you see me?" Teddy sang pitifully behind Walter's back.
The Novice geared herself up for a catfight.
However, before she could sass the imposing man to Kingdom Come, he turned to Teddy and eyed him suspiciously. "Was that you singing, sonny?"
Teddy gulped, "Of course not!" He sang, thus exposing himself as a liar.
The man's eyes went wide, and to Teddy they were eerily familiar. "You're wicked good, sonny. Say, I own the Empire State Record company. How's about I write you up a contract and we record a demo CD?"
Teddy heard Walter gasp, then let out the air with a defeated sort of sigh. He wanted so badly to help Walter fulfill her dream, but unfortunately there were no song lyrics that went "This girl I'm madly in love with wants to be a singer as well. Sign her, maybe?" So instead, as he felt his heart breaking, he sang, "I'm yours, signed, sealed, delivered!" Maybe if he became famous he could write and sing songs for her, explaining everything his heart was full of that had to do with this remarkable girl.
The tall man said,
and, grabbing Teddy by the arm, led him through the golden revolving doors of the Empire State Building, handing Uncle Chris his business card on the way.
The Sassy Novice took charge. "Look, everybody, we need to divide and conquer if we are going to get anything done, and we need to work FAST, because Sister Mary Jane is going to delete the season finale of "Naked and Afraid" from the DVR if I don't get home in time and watch it. Now, here's what we're going to do, so ALL of you-" she shot a dark sassy look at Uncle Chris, who flinched as if he had been slapped "-had better listen up."
The Novice was about to explain her plan in cynical detail, when a tall man in a leather jacket stopped her on 5th Avenue. "Excuse me, sistah!" he barked in an obnoxiously typical Boston accent that was the polar opposite of Uncle Chris's lilting and flawless British inflection, "I own this building, and you have to pay to stare at it. That'll be $78.00 if ya please," He held out a massive hand impatiently.
"Oohhh, he poked the wrong bear with a stick!" Harry whispered.
"He really messed it up this time, didn't he my dear?" Teddy trilled.
"Thank you for singing the clean lyrics," Walter said endearingly, "Vulgar language is a big turn-off for me."
Teddy blushed and murmured, "I'd do anything for you," but Walter turned away at that very moment.
"If I was louder, would you see me?" Teddy sang pitifully behind Walter's back.
The Novice geared herself up for a catfight.
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| ANOTHER SASSY FACE THAT THE NOVICE MADE AND LOOK ITS YOUR DAILY DOSE OF JARED PADALECKI TOO |
Teddy gulped, "Of course not!" He sang, thus exposing himself as a liar.
The man's eyes went wide, and to Teddy they were eerily familiar. "You're wicked good, sonny. Say, I own the Empire State Record company. How's about I write you up a contract and we record a demo CD?"
Teddy heard Walter gasp, then let out the air with a defeated sort of sigh. He wanted so badly to help Walter fulfill her dream, but unfortunately there were no song lyrics that went "This girl I'm madly in love with wants to be a singer as well. Sign her, maybe?" So instead, as he felt his heart breaking, he sang, "I'm yours, signed, sealed, delivered!" Maybe if he became famous he could write and sing songs for her, explaining everything his heart was full of that had to do with this remarkable girl.
The tall man said,
Walter sat on the curb, feeling defeated and worthless and many other myopic teenage girl emotions all at the same time. Uncle Chris sat beside her and said, "Penny for your thoughts?"
A tear slipped down Walter's cheek. "Do you know what it's like? To have a dream and watch someone else fulfill it for themselves? But you can't be mad at them, because they are too wonderful and good of a person?"
Chris put his arm around her. "So, the boy of your dreams stole all of your dreams?"
Walter nodded slowly. Up until that moment, she had not realized the degree of affection she felt for Teddy.
"Oi!" Harry cut in, "If you two wet blankets are done having your Hallmark movie moment, we have news."
"What?" Uncle Chris asked.
The Sassy Novice was holding the business card that had been handed to her by Chris, her hand trembling. "We fairies used our magic to find out who Teddy's parents were many years ago," she whispered. Uncle Chris stood up and went to her side, his forehead wrinkled with concern. "His mother died, and his father was off in another corner of the world, completely unaware of his son's existence. We didn't tell him any of this because we didn't want to complicate things further...but, this business man, his name is Peter Goulding. And he is beyond the shadow of a doubt Teddy's dad."
(That was a Downton Abbey worthy plot twist, if I do say so myself. Take that, Julian Fellowes)
--Laura Bear
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