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The Piece That Was Formerly Apron Strings
DIR By: Maggie Flannery
Date: July 15, 2012, 10:15 pm
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Alrighty, here's the first banner of my newest creation. That
darn idea fairy is in over drive over this one and it's not
helping that I've had the song Apron Strings stuck in my head
for the past week, thank you so much Mr. John Hughes, haha. I'll
gladly post a video link to youtube for you. Along with a little
summary, although I stink at summaries, haha.
Author's Note : *Disclaimer* - Please know that this is a work
of pure fiction. I'm but a humble writer and I don't make a cent
from these works, I just write them for my own and the enjoyment
of others. I do not mean in anyway to infringe upon the famous
individuals/characters that are mentioned within the work. I
only own the original characters unless otherwise stated. If you
would like to post my work please contact me and I will gladly
grant permission as long as my name is mentioned and the
disclaimer (above) is posted along with the piece. I don't bite,
I promise. :-)
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[center]He was an artist she was a dancer, both were
tempremental to a fault. Both a thorn in the other's side until
a little thing called deportation threatened to tear their nit
picking but joined at the hip existence apart. What would they
do without each other? A deal is struck between the two of them
and a scheme is hatched, until a little thing called fate steps
in and gives them a bit of a shove in the right
direction.[/center]
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Re: Apron Strings
DIR By: Maggie Flannery
Date: July 16, 2012, 2:01 am
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New York City (Summer)
"Deep stretch, back straight." I thought to myself as I leaned
over the barre and stretched my legs and then proceeded to dig
through my gym bag for my pointe shoes and my toe spacers. I
glanced at the clock while I put in my toe spacers and laced up
my shoes.
"Finally, some peace and quiet..."
I muttered to myself as I set down the needle of the record
player to one of my favorite warm up pieces and took a deep
breathe. As the music started I went up onto my toes and did a
quick turn while gently raising my arms into the fifth position.
A few more quick steps and another leap and I was air born. I
managed to land smoothly, unlike some of my other attempts and
started into a pirouette as the music built to a slight climax.
"What do we have here? A nimble woodland fairy or Shakespeare's
Dark Lady?"
My trance was broken as my eyes snapped open and let out a
strangled scream before breaking my pose and smacking my back
off the barre. I wasn't sure if I should blush a brillient shade
of crimson or give this rather good looking man a good tongue
lashing. I simply smoothed my hair back into place and stretched
again while locking eyes with my new guest.
"There's a new one I haven't heard before. I'm flattered you
think of me as such a graceful person but sadly I am neither
woodland fairy or the Dark Lady of Shakespeare. I'm just Katrina
Sutton. Oh, wait you already know that, don't you Jeremy?"
I brought myself up on my toes once more and checked my form
before locking eyes with Jerry who was leaning against the
doorway looking at me quizzically.
I checked my form once more before going back onto the marley
wood flooring in an end pose. I noticed that Jerry was sporting
a bit of paint splatter and looked as if he had come straight
from his studio given that the curly mop of dark hair was all
about his head and all but screaming for a good combing and his
clothes were splattered with streaks of paint.
"I usually reserve this room for three hours on Fridays. I
thought that you'd surly be back in that tome of a classroom of
yours jotting down names for over due assignments, my dear."
I laughed as I sat down on the floor and took off my pointe
shoes and flexed my toes a bit.
"Oh you still don't know me that well, do you Jerry my dear? I'm
not all about over due home work assignments and ten page
reports on Hamlet. I could say the same thing about you and
those paintings you do. The smell of turpentine finally get to
you?"
The almost unflappable Mr. Hadley looked at me and gave a curt
nod before reaching over into his own gym bag for his own dance
shoes.
I chastised myself for catching a glimpse of a rather toned
behind and found myself turning beet red in the process. Once I
gathered myself back up into my thoughts I heard the ripping
sound of the needle coming off the record player and another
being put down in it's place.
"Hey! I was using that!"
I snapped as I stood up mid flex and gave Jerry the evil eye
which made him flash me that usual Cheshire cat grin of his.
Jerry Hadley and I went back ages it seemed. We had been paired
up together in college to work on the background sets and
choreography for various student theater plays. We were both
double majors in English Lit and Theatre so we seemed to click.
Jerry was a gifted painter and I could sketch out a bare bones
set design, he had a knack for pairing music to certain key
movents of a dance and I fleshed out the rest. To quote our
classical drama professor "We were equal parts of the same mind,
in seperate bodies." For a time we made quite the team and even
thought of going together. Sadly, we found that we just couldn't
be together because we were too different, or too much alike
depending on which one of our mutual friends you asked. We still
found time to nit pick at each other and we both knew that we
could depend on the other for a sympathic ear or a shoulder to
cry on. We were never too far from one another on any given day,
eternal friends but never lovers...well, only on occassion but
we never let anyone else in on that little secret. As our lives
progressed they were always intertwined, I got a job at NYU
teaching a class on the works of Shakespeare and he was right
down the hall conducting an art class on the classical form and
technique of the old masters. I moved up town, he was right
behind me moving into the apartment next door. He asked me my
opinion on what tie went best with what shirt and I asked his on
what shade of blue I should paint my bedroom. He was off taking
weekend cooking classes and I was the willing guinea pig on
which to test his newest recipes out on, so long as I could test
new stage make up ideas on him for our little fledgling theater
company. We were each the yin to the others yang and just didn't
know how to accept it. We just didn't question that a day would
go by without the other being just a phone call away.
Two Hours Later
"Cad!"
"Wench!"
"Cross eyed git!"
"Whiney little prima ballerina!"
"Bow legged heathen!"
"Clawing little succubus!
"You quite enjoyed the use of my claws if I remember correctly
you lily livered Van Gogh wanna be."
Jerry sighed and looked up at the ceiling for a second as we
prepared to leave the dance studio together.
"I forgot about...alright, a truce. Dinner and drinks, on me
this time my dear."
Jerry offered as he held the door for me while I attempted to
manuver my oversized gym bag through the door.
I grinned as I swept my bangs away while we made the trudge down
three flights of stairs.
"Thought you'd never ask, Jerry. The usual place then? I'll
cover the cab."
As I hailed the cab Jerry fiddled uneasily with his own gym bag
as if he were looking for something of some sort of importence
that was only known to him. I flagged him over as a yellow cab
stopped along the curb and I gave directions to our favorite
city haunt on the upper east side. It was a little hole in the
wall place we always seemed to meet up at when we were each
going through something or just needed a common place to talk to
each other. It was our sort of safe haven from the outside
world, not to mention their pub burgers and two dollar drafts
were to die for.
"What are looking for? You look like you're about to have a
heart attack or something, Jer."
As we settled into the cab Jerry looked me in the eye before
dropping his tone a bit.
"I've got a very pressing matter to discuss with you when we get
to Riley's."
A shiver of fear went up my spine because I could tell his
normal joking self wasn't on display. My mind was spinning as to
what kind of problem was weighing on Jerry's normally care free
shoulders. I'd soon find out while we waited for our meals and
drinks to arrive.
"Well, are you going to tell me or not? You know I break out in
hives when something this urgent is waiting in the wings."
I whispered as we all but sank lower into the worn out cushions
of our usual booth and all but stared at one another. I watched
all but frozen in fear as Jerry slid a very official looking
envelope across the worn table top of the booth to me and looked
like he was going to either scream or cry.
"I can't even bring myself to open it, it's from that damned
immigration office, Kitty. What the hell do I do if they send me
back to England? I've got a home here, a thriving business...and
you. You'll be lost without me."
I rolled my eyes and took a sip of my water before reaching for
the envelope with a smile.
"You're right you jerk. Who else would wake me up at two in the
morning to come look at his latest masterpiece? Do you want me
to open it then?"
Jerry fidgetted before nodding and biting his lip in
anticipation that made him look like he was going to explode. I
gingerly picked up the letter and tore it open. my hands
shaking. My eyes scanned the letter until I came to the middle
part announcing why it had been sent out in the first place.
"We regret to tell you that your green card is nearing it's
experation date and in order for you to stay within the country
you are required to file again for temporary citizenship or
become a fully fledged citizen of the United States of America.
Please contact our offices for more information."
My eyes welled up with tears as I folded the letter up and put
it back into the envelope.
"Oh god, I can't go back to England now! I've got too much on my
plate as it is and my Father's never going to let me live it
down.."
Jerry muttered as he passed me a napkin and got the waiter's
attention.
"Two glasses of your finest wine..."
I cut him off with a sob and looked at the waiter still
sniffling.
"Just bring a bottle of brandy and two glasses."
Jerry looked at me through that mop of drooping curly hair of
his and wide eyes and reached for my hand.
"We'll think of something, Kitty. Between the two of us we'll
think of something."
It took the two of us three days and many phone calls to
virtually every lawyer within the borough to get some sort of
semblence of a plan. Which after some fact checking and a few
runs to the local clerks office we hatched a plan. As we found
ourselves walking back to our dear sweet apartment building on a
rather humid day all thanks to a public transit strike Jerry
looked at me for a second and then shook his head.
"Are you alright? You keep looking at me and then shaking your
head. What? Do I have something on my face?"
I asked as I shifted my leather satchel I used to carry my never
ending sea of papers and my ever expanding grade book while I
pressed the button for the cross walk.
"I've been looking at those requirements for my citizenship and
I was thinking...I know this a really big stretch and a huge
favor to ask...but...uh do you think you could...uh."
I noticed poor Jerry was shifting from foot to foot in some sort
of ants in his pants type dance while trying not to turn a
really ugly shade of grey green.
"Take a deep breathe and then try to tell me, Jer. It's ok."
Jerry looked bewildered and mumbled something to me as I all but
grabbed him by the shirt sleeve and pulled him across the cross
walk to the front of the building.
"
Uh...marry me? I mean just so that we can pass that visitation
from the immigration office. After that we can just be...room
mates of sorts?"
My eyes bugged at the prospect of marrying Jerry just so he
could stay in the country. My initial answer was going to be no
until I did myself the stupid favor of looking over at him.
There he stood eyes hopeful and cheshire cat grin plastered on
his face all but ready to pounce on me. I thought it over for a
milisecond. Jerry was the closest thing to family I'd ever had.
No matter what was going on in life he was there to offer
advice, bring a smile to my face, and make a snarky comment
about someone I couldn't stand, and then offer to help me pick
up the pieces of what I would think would be the ruins of my
life. I couldn't let him down, not after all he'd done for me
and what we'd weathered together. He was there when my mother
passed away and helped me try to cope, he was there when I had
flu or always held my hair for me if I over indulged at an after
show cast party, countless Christmases, Birthdays, New Years
Eves, and the dreaded Valentine's Days. I had to help him even
if it meant marrying the man.
"Ok, I'll marry you."
Jerry let out a whoop of joy before picking me up and swinging
me around and then setting me back down and pulling me in for a
kiss.
"You realize that we're going to need a bigger place, right?"
I asked as we hauled ourselves up the endless stairwells and up
to my apartment for an early dinner. Jerry looked at me and
sighed as I passed him the well worn chinese take out menu and
waiting for him to decide.
"Well, we'll find a place. They've got to rent to us, we're two
well to do college professors for God's sake. Ooh...Dim sum!
Want to split an order?"
I rolled my eyes as I jotted down the order and scanned the menu
myself.
"Ofcourse, you know how I am with dim sum. But seriously, who
would rent to us? Besides, are you really sure you want to live
with me? You know I snore...and I take forever in the
bathroom...I can't cook...and I'm a neat freak."
Jerry chuckled as he ventured into my kitchen and brought out
one of my many bottles of wine and two glasses.
"I'll get used to it, cross my heart, Kitt. Besides, you're
telling me things I already know about. You're talking to the
man that's seen almost every side of you imaginable. Drunk,
sober, irrate, calm, hyper, sleep deprived, morning after, mid
way through. I've even witnessed your strip teases and the
concussions you've sustained from them. I've also seen you on a
cleaning spree and driven you to hospital after you got Ajax in
your eyes. You've seen every side of me as well and ok most of
the time you find something to laugh at but I know I can trust
you. We've known one another for twelve years, most people we
know are getting divorced. What have we got to lose?"
I shurgged and then opened my mouth to think of something but
couldn't. I'd be damned but he was right. At thirty I was ready
to take the plunge for better or for worse and I'd think that
twelve years was plenty of time to get to know someone. It
couldn't be that hard if people half our age were doing so could
we.
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Re: Apron Strings
DIR By: Wolfy
Date: July 16, 2012, 6:16 pm
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I want to comment first on your banners, they are both beautiful
and I love the character names you've chosen. Jerry isn't all
that common and it's always nice to hear something fresh.
I love the first update of this story and can't wait for the
next one. Bits and pieces made me think about Kate & Leopold
momentarily and I just loved that. I don't suppose you meant to
have it happen as such, but it's wonderful nonetheless. It also
reminded me of Two Weeks Notice in parts too! I think I'm really
adoring this story so far xD and so far, I love them together
and how they can be smitten with each other one minute and
clawing at each other with words the next. I also love that she
said yes to marrying him! :]
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Re: Apron Strings
DIR By: Maggie Flannery
Date: July 17, 2012, 1:34 am
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Aww why thank you my dear! I tried to go for something
different. I'm so glad you're enjoying this! I honestly didn't
mean to tie in Kate & Leopold or Two Weeks Notice but I suppose
it made it's way in there by some divine right, haha. Does it
seem that the plot is moving too quickly? Or is it just me going
nutty over here? I'll be working on the second update for you so
never fear! :D I can't thank you enough for taking the time and
reading and replying, it makes writing that much more fun to do.
I know I've said it before but I really appreciate it!
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Re: Apron Strings
DIR By: Wolfy
Date: July 17, 2012, 4:18 pm
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It is a wonderful story so far and I don't think it's going too
fast at all :] it's all going splendidly so have no fear! I
cannot wait for the next update. I shall be working on my Ardeth
story again shortly so hopefully that too will be updated soon.
You're most welcome :D I'm not sure if I say this often or not
but I truly love your work. Your style of writing is remarkable
and it keeps me very entertained!
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