Falling for You

Jazz Dreams

Song - I don't want to set the world on fire by the ink spots

"Uh that one. No wait, let's see the red one another time."
"Tim I'm too pregnant to change again, just remember and pick please!"

Tonight was a big deal. Carrie had informed me there were some very important people coming to the jazz club tonight. That either means her nephew, Lewis, or record label people.
I was hoping it was the latter and just in case it was Timmy was taking me out to get a new dress.

"Okay...the red one." He said, in deep thought.
"You sure?" I said, cautiously.
"No."
"Oh for fucks sake Tim!" I burst out laughing.
"I don't know alright! Is it which one you look prettiest in (cause that's both) which one you look least pregnant in, which one you look most pregnant in-"

"It's whichever one you think is best!" I said with my hands on my hips.
He sighed. "Can't you choose?"
"No." I said matter of factly.
"Ugh, red one."
"Yes?"
"Yes."

We went up to the register and handed the dress to the cashier.
"Okay, that'll be $95."
Both our eyes widened.
Timothée leaned to my ear and whispered.
"How much was the black one?"
"$30."
"Go get that one."

...

So there I was standing in front of the mirror in a pretty black dress, practicing my songs and covers.
Timmy walked into the room.
"Gorgeous," he said "definitely the right choice."
"Ya think so?" I said turning to face him.
"Totally."
I put my arms over his shoulders and we kissed.

...

"So ya ready baby?" He asked when we arrived outside the jazz club. Looking up and the gold rimmed building I nodded and he held the door open. Swinging trumpets trombones and an engaging Tenor filled our ears.
Sure enough there were people with little notepads in the front row- I knew what that meant.

Carrie caught my eye across the room and gestured for me to come over.
Timmy noticed this and kissed my cheek;
"Imma find a table best o' luck babe, love you."
"Love you." I waved.
"Y/n!" Carrie exclaimed. "What a beautiful dress!"

"Thank you." I smiled.
"Listen your on next. Make sure to impress that guy with the moustache, he's someone you want to listen to ya."
"Will do, Carrie."
Applause circled the room as the tenor finished. Carrie waddled on stage.
"Thank you George Cathaway! Well ladies and gentlemen I've got a real treat for you now. My personal favourite soprano; y/n Chalamet!"

The room clapped once more and I got on stage. I did hear a few;
"Is she pregnant?" That became more frequent every week but I shrugged them off. My baby ain't gonna hold me back.
I nodded to the pianist and he began to play. I started with a cover;

"I don't want to set the word on fire,
I just want to start a flame in your heart."

I sang a few extra songs than usual and finally said a;
"Thank you." And bowed before exiting the stage.
Timmy found me behind the curtains with some flowers that had appeared out of the blue.
"Oh baby!" I said in happy surprise as I accepted.

"You were amazing. I'm sure you're gonna get a record deal like that." He snapped his fingers.
"Let's not be too positive Timmy, I might not."
"Whattaya mean, if you don't get one I think those guys need to have their ears checked!"
Carrie burst through the curtains as well.
"There's my superstar!" She started.

"Absolutely brilliant, and a little birdie told me a Mr. Kingsley wants to have a word with you." She said with an excited buzz in her voice.
This is it! I thought.

...

After the show.
"So you're y/n Chalamet?" Mr. Kingsley asked.
"Yes." I smiled brightly.
"Well, I wanna start by saying you have an incredible voice."
"Thank you Mr-"
"But I do have a qualm." He raised a finger.
"A qualm?"

"Yes. Forgive me if I'm wrong but...are you pregnant?"
"W-what does that have to do with anything?"
"Everything. We'll never sell a record with a pregnant woman on the cover."
"Well you see sir, it's not exactly a permanent thing."
"Ah, but you see motherhood is."
I sighed.

"So what, did you come back here to tell me I'm a good singer but you won't offer a deal cause I'm gonna have a kid?"
"Woah, calm down. Temper temper. We'd like to offer you something."

A/N: sorry this took a while- was lacking inspiration.