Your Song Chapter 1 “Everybody Has A Dream” Author’s Note: First off I would like to say that this fic is not M-PREG. I promise. It will never be, so please read this if you have had a problem with that in my other stories. I think everyone will enjoy it. It is important that you pay attention to the lyrics from songs I quote in the beginnings. This is not really a song fic, I can’t explain it now, but you will see what I mean in the coming chapters. Oh, and I promise Justin is in the next one. I also want to warn that Rufus Wainwright is a character in this story. But it’s not really RPS. I just use the idea of Rufus and some of his songs. He has no relationship that I am aware of with the characters that belong to CowLip. This is my imagination. No RPS about it okay. Just relly like his image and words. “If I believe in all the words I'm saying And if a word from you can bring a better day Then all I have are these games that I've been playing To keep my hope from crumbling away So let me lie and let me go on sleeping And I will lose myself in palaces of sand And all the fantasies that I have been keeping Will make the empty hours easier to stand.” - Billy Joel Rufus stalked down the long halls of the studio to his dressing room. The long skirt of the dress was flowing behind him gently. He looked beside him to his manager and they both smirked at each other. They reached a large blue door where a piece of masking tape was stuck to it. It read RUFUS WAINERITE in permanent marker. “They spelled your name wrong.” Brian said pissed off. “I’m going to call that asshole director!” Brian started to get his cell phone out. Rufus opened the door and dragged Brian inside while stealing his cell phone and slamming it shut. “He’s a photographer Brian, not a Director.” Rufus giggled. “And it’s not a big deal. It’s just my fucking name on a piece of tape. It’s not like it’s a star on the walk of fame.” Rufus said in a high pitched voice while twirling his fingers in the long strands of hair on the wig he wore. “Do you have any idea how hot you look in that dress and make-up?” Brian laughed and kissed his best friends’ coral lips. “You are going to make all those straight boys so confused when they get a hard on looking at you like this on the album.” Rufus laughed loudly. “What you didn’t think I looked hot for One?” He joked. Brian smiled. “The whole Medieval Knight thing was my idea. And yeah, you looked hot. If you don’t recall, we fucked as soon as you got out of that armour.” “Oh, I remember alright.” Rufus said. “I also remember that you couldn’t wait until it was completely off. I had bruises on my knees for weeks because of those metal knee pads digging into my skin.” Brian laughed and went to the sink to get a warm washcloth to help get the make-up off of Rufus’ face. “Yeah, those were the days Ruffie.” Brian handed Rufus the wet cloth and turned to leave the room. “I also remember that you still had those bruises the first time you were with Emmett. He queened out and ordered me to stay away from you.” Rufus smiled. “Emmett loves you Brian. He knows you take care of me, he trusts you to love me and look after me when he’s not around to do it.” “I’m your manager it’s my job.” Brian told him, intent on leaving before Rufus got all smoozie with him. “Now I have to go and see about those acts we want to line up to open for you.” “Brian!” Rufus called standing up and walking towards his friend. He took Brian’s hands in his own. “Now, I know you don’t want to hear this but…” Brian dropped his hands and looked away. “Ruffie, don’t say anything then okay.” Brian cupped his friends blushed cheek and looked into Rufus’ eyes. “You know I’m fucking ecstatic that you are happy with Emmett. We couldn’t have gone on like we were forever. Sleeping with each other because it was safe and less time consuming than trying to find someone else. It could have ended in disaster. We could have ended up hating each other and I could’ve hated Emmett. But I don’t. I’m happy when you are happy.” Rufus hugged his friend. “I just want you to find someone Brian. I don’t want you to be lonely anymore.” “I’m not lonely. I have a great job where I make lots of money and I even get to hang out with my best friend most of the day.” Brian leaned down and pecked Rufus’ lip-sticked lips again. “Now, go get that shit washed off your face. It makes you look to fuck-able.” Brian admitted and touched his jean clad erection. “You see Brian. That’s why you have to find someone.” Rufus yelled as Brian walked out his door. Brian turned the corner into the hallway and stopped. He pressed his long body against the concrete walls. His long fingers came up to his hazel eyes and wiped at the few tears that had escaped him. “I thought I had.” Brian whispered to himself. He took a deep breath and headed out to the back-lot, and to the parking garage. He was in definite need of a cigarette and perhaps a joint. He figured he could listen to the cd’s of emerging artists Rufus had picked out while he did this and maybe, by tonight he’d have the opening band booked for the new Rufus Wainwright tour. ___________________________________________________________________ Rufus sat in his room staring in the mirror. He had taken all the make-up off and was back to being himself. He liked the way he looked. Before Brian worked his magic on him he had looked like a dork trying to be a hippie. But now, with the shorter hair and stylish original clothing, he looked like a star. Brian had done so much for him. He wasn’t stupid. He knew that Brian was in love with him. He had tried for years to make himself fall in love with the man. But it never happened. Rufus felt terrible and blamed himself for even starting a sexual relationship with his best friend and business manger. Looking back, it seemed stupid, but he could not regret it. Brian Kinney had been a great lover. His first. And when he had become famous there was no way to trick without the press finding out and painting him as a sex fiend. So, he turned to Brian. Brian turned to him. They left the busy-body music world behind every time they were together. They grounded one another. But always Rufus wanted, searched for something more. There was an Art Gallery benefit the label had nearly forced him to go to. It turned out to be a really wild party. And that was when he had met Emmett Honeycutt. A planner of the hippest parties. He lived in Pittsburgh and it just so happened that Rufus was doing a show there the next evening. From there Rufus and Emmett fell madly in love. And Rufus knew that it was time to let Brian go as a lover. Brian seemed to take it rather well, but Rufus knew his best friend was hiding his feelings from him. He had known what Brian’s hazel eyes looked like any time they hid an emotion. However, he also knew that his friend was not lying when he wished him all the happiness in the world with his new lover. That was why Rufus was determined to find someone for Brian. He was in love, and he wanted his best friend to be too, with some one who deserved it, and returned it. Brian had taken care of him for so long. It was time that he took care of Brian. ________________________________________________________________________ Brian sat in his jeep in the cool parking garage. His fingers grasped the end of a joint. His head was back against his head rest. His ears completely in tune and divulging the artists melodies and lyrics. They were like nothing he had ever heard before. Yet they seemed so familiar and hit home to him like nothing ever had. Not even Rufus’ lyrics. And most of those were things he intimately shared in. He looked at the cd case. “Hari Kline?” He read the name aloud and winced at the too seductive picture of a blond classical singer who couldn’t be more than 16. He figured that it probably wasn’t mainstream but that it would be once the straights saw the girl in her bikini on a mountaintop. He couldn’t believe that she wrote what had him so fucking captivated. HE flipped the case over and inhaled deeply one last time on the joint before flicking it out the window. No one would care. He was Rufus Wainwright’s manager after all. He got a giggle out of that thought as he scanned the fine print on the back of the album. ‘Songs: Dismal I.L., Desolate Degenerate, Fractions Inside, Lithe, Humble, and Staged written by Justin Mathew Taylor. All other songs written by H. Kline’ Brian stared at the words and looked at the other songs, all the ones she had written he had skipped past. He had been certain that he had found the opening act in Hari Kline, but he knew that Rufus wouldn’t allow a singer who didn’t write most of their own music to perform as an opener. He figured that Rufus must not have realized this was the case when he gave Brian the C.D. as an option. Brian could do with out the singer but the lyrics and the music was so compelling! He was sure that it would go perfectly with Rufus Wainwright. He wondered if this song writer had his own band, and maybe Brian could see if they would play. He was sure he had heard the name Justin Mathew Taylor before. He just couldn’t recall where. He got out his cell phone and called their label. “Hi Ethel, it’s Brian Kinney. I need the phone number for the songwriter Justin Taylor.”