All The World's A Stage Limelight Living on a lighted stage. Approaches the unreal For those who think and feel. In touch with some reality Beyond the gilded cage Cast in this unlikely role, Ill-equipped to act With insufficient tact. One must put up barriers To keep oneself intact Living in the limelight. The universal dream For those who wish to seem Those who wish to be. Must put aside the alienation Get on with the fascination. The real relation The underlying theme Living in a fisheye lens. Caught in the camera eye I have no heart to lie. I canĺt pretend a stranger Is a long-awaited friend All The Worldĺs Indeed A Stage. And we are merely players Performers and portrayers. Each anotherĺs audience Outside the gilded cage
-RUSH-This is one of my favorite bands, and this is a song that I had sadly forgotten about until today, when I heard it I just had to let you all see it too, the line IS a coincidence! I honestly think this is one of the greatest songs ever written and everyone should own a RUSH album, and read these lyrics over and over! God I am a dork.
"Baby Let's Have Fun! You are the one I choose. Folks'd kill to fill your shoes. You love the limelight too now baby. So be mine and don't waste my time. Crying honeybear, Are you still my baby?" -J.Larson FLASHBACK Brian had invited Daniel over to his dorm room for a late night romantic candle lit dinner. Over a month had passed since Brian found out he was having a baby. Danielĺs baby. He still wasnĺt sure how he felt about the father of his child. He knew he was supposed to love the man, but ever since he awoke in the hospital he felt so distanced and extremely uncomfortable whenever they were alone. He often wondered if he wanted to raise a child with a man who often made him feel an overwhelming sense of dread. The therapist he talked to assured Brian that it was a normal part of the anxiety disorder heĺd been diagnosed with because of the mugging. Something that to him seemed as though it were a story that happened to somebody else, because no matter how hard Brian tried to remember anything about it, he couldnĺt remember a thing. Daniel was kind and urged Brian to not rush it, he reasoned that it would probably be much worse if he were to remember the actual, and most likely terrifying events. So, Brian agreed with his Ĺolder, more worldly boyfriendĺ, and tried his best to push any of those bad thoughts away. Speaking of thoughts, Brian had as of late been plagued with, well, thoughts that were so good, heĺd awaken from a dream, at night or day and find his pants soaked in fluid as if he were still a thirteen year old boy. These Ĺthoughtsĺ started a few weeks ago. Brian imagined that they all stemmed from his very overactive imagination. He read that pregnancy would make for some wild dreams and attributed all the images of, who he was sure was the blond boy from the late night practice sessions and himself making love, to his over active hormones. But still, Brian was plagued with an odd sense of worry whenever he watched the boy dancing in the moonlight and mirrors. He supposed that was the reason that he risked exposure in his skin tight tights and teeĺs every night. That was not the only reason though, two weeks ago Brian realized why the boy worked out at night. It was on a Tuesday night, right after his neighbor Tommy, a younger dancer, had left his apartment. Tommy had informed him that someone from the juniors had to actually turn down a position in the advanced ABC, because they were struck with mono. ĹSome young blond kid, a lot of talent.ĺ Tommy told him when Brian asked his name. Instantly Brian thought of his blue eyed, blond dancer and wondered if that was why he felt worried about the boy. That night Brian went to the studio, not expecting to see the blond boy. He almost went straight into the room the boy was in, but stopped when he heard faint whispers. Slowly he tip-toed up from the dressing room and to the adjoining door that led to the room full of bars and mirrors. Tonight the young dancer was not engrossed in his routine. Instead he was standing in the center of the windows where only one solid long beam stretched between the small body and the cool glass. Brian noticed that this time the blond was not wearing the large black sweater he had donned since winter began, he was back to the small tank Brian had first remembered seeing him in. But this time there was a big difference in what once was a small lithe but perfectly muscled ballerina. ôThis is the last time youĺll dance with Daddy in this studio baby.ö The boyĺs hand rubbed his swollen stomach tenderly. Immediately Brian put his own hand to his abdomen. He looked down at it and rubbed while he listened to the boy talk to the child within him. ôI love you very much.ö A small sob escaped his throat. ôI wonĺt, I wonĺt let anyone take you away from me. No matter what I have to do. Weĺll run away together and maybe some day we might even see your other daddy, but for now itsĺ going to be just me and you.ö Brianĺs heart broke at the boyĺs words. He realized how luckily he was to have someone like Daniel Montgomery to turn too, even if he hadnĺt told the man about his pregnancy yet. He was sure that when he had his last dance in this studio he and his child would soon be in Danielĺs loving and awaiting arms. Brian had to stifle his own sob as he saw the boy move away from the window to the stereo player across the room. The blond rustled around in his gym bag and pulled out a cd and placed it in the player. After a few buttons were pressed an instrumental lullaby began to play. In seconds the boy began to dance about the room. Brian could not tear his eyes from the emotional display the blonde dancer put on. Silent tears found their way down his face as he heard the boy start to whisper along with the wordĺs while eerily dancing them to life in the mirrored, moonlit studio before him. ôYou are my Sunshine. My only Sunshine. You make me happy. When skyĺs are gray. Youĺll never know dear, how much I love you. Oh, please donĺt take my sunshine away.ö
READ THIS: First and foremost I am thanking Sid for helping me organize my thoughts and for rooting me on, yes, she knows, but she wonĺt tell,hahaha, we wanna see you all suffer. Uhuhmm, you wonĺt tell, right Sid. *Worrying and biting my nails.* HeeHee Okay, so this chapter is short, but how I see it, if you guys want more sooner, they have to be, otherwise Iĺll never finish. I know I keep promising my other fics, but, I canĺt help but keep writing this one, itĺs freaking addictive! But please if you read my other stuff I will seriously take votes on the next chapter of what story you want posted besides ALL THE WORLDĺS A STAGE, because for some reason I canĺt stop the pen and ink on that one, and yes, I really do still write by hand damn it! Why do you think it takes forever!!! Any way, vote or whatever, itĺll be fun and a sure fire way to make me finish the shit! If you need reminding, just go to my author section and send me an email. If I knew how to do my LJ page Iĺd tell you to do it there, but alas I am a computer ass. Love you all please really let me know, and reviews are great too.-Rory Oh and I want to own the boyĺs but I donĺt, Gale says he can assure you I donĺt so take his word for it! Oh and I love MPREG, and I didnĺt write the Rush song okay. Or the rent one. And I still love Idina.- By the way this*gesturing madly to the AN's*, is what happens when you are writing 2 musicals, and 5 bjfics, as well as having a full time job, living where it rains on your time off, being a maid for parents home oh yeah and a casual pot smoker. Though I think the last one is what get's all of you any thing that isn't AN. So thank the pot gods k?-Rory-M.Harold