"Dawb, baim weebby sobby abow bu wai aye tweebbed youb errwibow," said Irene, earnestly but unintelligibly around a mouthful of toothpaste foam.
Dawn turned off the TV she was only half-watching and sat up a little straighter in bed, turning towards the bathroom. "Come again?"
"P-tuh!" Irene spat and rinsed before continuing. "I was trying to say that I'm really sorry about the way I treated you earlier. It's just that the way you looked didn't jive with your lost kitten routine. And if I was a little mean or anything in the van, I apologize."
"Aww, don't sweat it. I'm sort of used to getting the cold shoulder from other girls. I thought you were jealous of all the attention I was getting from Johnny."
Irene made a face. "Huh? You mean my brother? Here- I'll let you in on a little secret. As soon as he puts down the guitar and steps offstage, the famous Johnny Chainsawhands persona dissolves and he turns back into a teddy bear. He falls in love with every groupie that flings herself at him. And after they've had their fun, me and the band are left to sweep up the broken pieces of his heart. Nobody wants to see him mope around so we've all agreed to try and deflect the female advances that come his way. It sounds cruel, but really, it's the humane thing. He's a hopeless romantic that needs all the protection a little sister can give.
"So he stumbles across you: sniffling and abandoned. I'm thinking this is some new kind of ploy to make him fall head over heels and it's totally working. Meanwhile, everyone's annoyed that he played the Chivalry Card and pledged to take you back home until you start talking and prove yourself to be anything other than the usual vapid fangirl type. By the way- how was it to have a van full of converts hanging off your every word?"
Dawn angled her face away to keep the other girl from seeing her blush. "Everyone's been great to me. Getting to meet FDC, getting to *travel* with the band is incredible. And such a change of luck! My head's still spinning. It's way more than I deserve."
"Nonsense. I expect you're the type of person that's continually selling themselves short. Really it's no trouble. As band manager and the only female, I always get my own motel room anyways. You don't mind sleeping with a girl, do you? I don't bite."
Thankfully, the room was dark enough to hide Dawn's deepening blush. "No. I mean, well- for food and everything. I don't have a lot of cash on me. I paid for gas on the way out. Taylor was supposed to handle it on the way back, and you know how that turned out."
"Continental breakfasts and diner food is still cheaper than a bus ticket back. Consider it compensation for taking such a meandering route home, alright? Now let's try and get some sleep."
There was a long pause as they sought comfortable positions atop the lumpy mattress. Then Irene whispered "Dawn? Are you still awake?"
"Yeah."
"If you're still guilty about it, how do you feel about selling t-shirts at our next gig?"
I know it's just intended to be wank material, but I love the character development you put into your stories. I'm guessing this addition was written to give the storyarc a happy ending?
ahhh, I like, man, I like. It's also just upright nice to see that things continue to move on here. Every update to me is like a little flicker going off shouting "Woot lives on!" as cheesy as that sounds.
A shirt to commemorate her next trip to a FDC concert. Oh, and a heaping helping of envy about her lack of a boyfriend AND that her best friend's "mind of a girl scout" got her more than she could ever get.
As a fan of Beck, Nodame, Keikan phrase, and other band animes I have to say. This is a pretty awesome storyline Woot. I second Dhos on wanting to see 1.5 where the singer finds her; it was probably a pretty awesome scene. No pressure though; any female crying always seems to make one feel a bit guilty.
I hope you have enough inspiration to keep this going awhile. It's well worth the effort.
Now, this is a change of pace there for the story. Wasn't sure there would be more, but this is really a humanizing story. Especially after being a gal who's traveled across country with friends, living off of continental breakfasts and whatever you can get out of the snack machines at 3 am. I've gone from Savannah, Ga to El Paso, Tx and then on to San Fransico, Ca within a few months ... much of the time was lingering about and dealing with making cash along the way. So, I know what this is like ...
I was looking through your old stuff and I still hope that we get to see a part 3 of Dawns story, we have seen 1 1.5 and 2, I hope to see where she goes from here :P
Dawn turned off the TV she was only half-watching and sat up a little straighter in bed, turning towards the bathroom. "Come again?"
"P-tuh!" Irene spat and rinsed before continuing. "I was trying to say that I'm really sorry about the way I treated you earlier. It's just that the way you looked didn't jive with your lost kitten routine. And if I was a little mean or anything in the van, I apologize."
"Aww, don't sweat it. I'm sort of used to getting the cold shoulder from other girls. I thought you were jealous of all the attention I was getting from Johnny."
Irene made a face. "Huh? You mean my brother? Here- I'll let you in on a little secret. As soon as he puts down the guitar and steps offstage, the famous Johnny Chainsawhands persona dissolves and he turns back into a teddy bear. He falls in love with every groupie that flings herself at him. And after they've had their fun, me and the band are left to sweep up the broken pieces of his heart. Nobody wants to see him mope around so we've all agreed to try and deflect the female advances that come his way. It sounds cruel, but really, it's the humane thing. He's a hopeless romantic that needs all the protection a little sister can give.
"So he stumbles across you: sniffling and abandoned. I'm thinking this is some new kind of ploy to make him fall head over heels and it's totally working. Meanwhile, everyone's annoyed that he played the Chivalry Card and pledged to take you back home until you start talking and prove yourself to be anything other than the usual vapid fangirl type. By the way- how was it to have a van full of converts hanging off your every word?"
Dawn angled her face away to keep the other girl from seeing her blush. "Everyone's been great to me. Getting to meet FDC, getting to *travel* with the band is incredible. And such a change of luck! My head's still spinning. It's way more than I deserve."
"Nonsense. I expect you're the type of person that's continually selling themselves short. Really it's no trouble. As band manager and the only female, I always get my own motel room anyways. You don't mind sleeping with a girl, do you? I don't bite."
Thankfully, the room was dark enough to hide Dawn's deepening blush. "No. I mean, well- for food and everything. I don't have a lot of cash on me. I paid for gas on the way out. Taylor was supposed to handle it on the way back, and you know how that turned out."
"Continental breakfasts and diner food is still cheaper than a bus ticket back. Consider it compensation for taking such a meandering route home, alright? Now let's try and get some sleep."
There was a long pause as they sought comfortable positions atop the lumpy mattress. Then Irene whispered "Dawn? Are you still awake?"
"Yeah."
"If you're still guilty about it, how do you feel about selling t-shirts at our next gig?"