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Date Posted: 23:33:06 06/18/02 Tue
Author: Julian Emberson & Nick Venecia
Subject: Julian... In The Spotlight?

((OOC: You have to make things happen, so hey, I was bored and I felt like making him do something cliche`d and silly. So I'm going to make him do this. I mean, you can enter and everything, but the purpose of this was to get Julian onstage in The Lounge. Whee and all that cal.))

They sat, Nicolas strumming his guitar and Julian on the loveseat across from him reading a guide to London. Julian was nodding along as the last notes to �Three Libras�. Nick finished off, raising a brow at Julian�s bobbing head from behind a raised map, and then laughed. �What?� Julian asked, peeking from the side with a perplexed glare at Nick�s laughter.

�You look like a fucking bobblehead when you do that.� Nick said, shrugging and pondering on what to play next to pass the boredom. �Are you planning to go to London, or is it another one of your temporary interests that come and go?� He queried, strumming meaninglessly after. Julian shrugged, too, flipping the map back into the book and closing it, setting it down beside him on his chair. He bent over and listened to the quiet strokes of Nick�s hand on the guitar, quickly recognizing the tune being played out to be The Beatles� �You�ve Really Got A Hold On Me� (which, by the way, was Julian�s favorite Beatles song).

With an enthusiastic smile, and despite all the mania that have included themselves lately in his world, Julian started to sing along in his own unique voice. You definitely wouldn�t have called it great, but it seemed to just go with the flow of the music, engrossing in its own way. Though, he was half-glad nobody else was in the room.

�I don�t like you, but I love you
Seems that I�m always, thinking of you
Though-oh-oh you treat me badly, I love you madly
You�ve really got a hold on me
You�ve really got a hold on me

Baby,
I don�t want you, but I need you
Don�t want to kiss you, but I need to
Though-oh-oh you do me wrong now, my love is strong now
You�ve really got a hold on me
You�ve really got a hold on me

Baby,
I love you and all I want you to do is
Hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me�
Tighter� tighter

I want to leave you, don�t want to stay here
Don�t want to spend another day here
Though-oh-oh I want to split now,
I just can�t quit now
You�ve really got a hold on me
You�ve really got a hold on me

Baby,
I love you and all I want you to do is
Hold me (please), hold me (squeeze), hold me, hold me,
You�ve really got a hold on me
You�ve really got a hold on me.�

Nick had stopped playing near the end, listening merely Julian�s voice ringing softly between them. It was deep and measured, and it showed that he definitely wasn�t tone-deaf. He reminded Nicolas of how Axel Bauer sang but a more adolescent pitch, higher so to say. The more he listened, the more an idea came to him like a serpent full of wonder and curiosity. He wanted to experiment, and the band couldn�t say no, could they? Julian himself would agree to it with a little shameless pleading from Nick. After all, they�d been kosher for their years in Skiztoln. What had he, Julian, better to do?

Julian snapped out of it soon as he finished the last word, looking strangely at Nicolas� expression. Nicolas had a big, suspicious smile on his face that reminded Julian frighteningly of TV situations where something, something that wasn�t all too good was going to be brought up. He inhaled, glared and crossed his arms in one motion. �Whatever the hell it is, you�d better tell me or it�s �no�.� And with that persuasion said and done, Nicolas gladly did so.

�Sing for my band. Just one performance, whatever song you want as long as we know it.� He said, sitting back against the couch, expectant. Julian blinked, oddly feeling amused and flattered and weirded out. �What?� Julian asked, having not fully comprehended what the other had offered. �I said sing for our band, at The Lounge,� Nicolas repeated, satisfied smirk on his face. It was the typical scenario, but honestly, Julian?

�Whoa, whoa, Nick. What in singing for you makes you think I�d sing for everyone else, and especially at the fucking Lounge?�

Nicolas shrugged, plaintively reasonless. �Nothing. I just want you to sing with us. I doubt fear is on the list of your cons, so, do it.�

Julian sat there, a bit speechless but it was due to brooding over it for a moment. He might as well, right? He didn�t have anything better to do, and it would be as liberating as acting. It�s just that he was singing instead of saying lines. Weirdly enough, he�d previously mentioned his dreams of becoming Brian Slade, and now the opportunity to perform as him gave him the chance to. Julian looked straight at Nicolas, wary of the situation but accepting it, finally.

�Do you �Sebastian�? By Cockney Rebel?� Julian asked, confirming his �Yes�. Nicolas smiled, gratefully and happily answering with a positive reply.

�You�re not the only one who watched and liked the movie to the point of obsession,� He said with a chuckle. He paused, watching Julian laugh similarly. �But one question: are you going to perform in a frock? Because that surely would be interesting.�

Julian promptly shook his head �No�. �No thanks, I think I�ll stick with Prada or something of the sort. You know me.�

�Well, great,� Nick said, strumming the beginning notes to the song, but abruptly stopping before Julian felt in the mood to sing along again. �I'll let you know when, then.� Julian nodded, picking his book back up and beginning to read, feeling slightly relieved. He returned to dipping along with the notes of the song he was doomed to present.

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