A/n this is a new story, it's been keeping me awake at night so I had to write it down. There will be mention of unaliving but no actual like talk of the act that was committed. When and if I write that I'll make several trigger warnings around it. But I hope you enjoy this maybe I'll make another chapter soon but no promises.
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EMILY
It's too early to be awake, I should be sleeping! Not watching the little shadow man doing parkour beside the car. I hear the music playing as I turn to look at Veronica who was tapping her steering the wheel to her broadway music. I can never tell which ones they come from but they are catchy. Veronica always tries to explain what's happening in the musical at the moment of the song."Nica? What's happening in the song at this moment" she hits a button on her steering wheel to pause the song. She adjusts her seatbelt as we were stopped at the red light. Apparently when you have a bigger size chest it's a constant issue. She looks at the song that was playing and gives a hum, signifying she was in thought.
"So this song is titled 'What the Hell' it is from Mrs. Doubtfire the musical—"
"Isn't that like an old movie?" I interrupt her and she gives me an are you seriously interrupting me look. I put my hands up as. She starts driving again. Theater kids get very touchy when you interrupt them and their musical talk.
"So yes it's based off a movie from the 90's, so in this point of the musical the parents have drifted apart and had a divorce. The mother was given sole custody of the children, but the father got visitation rights on the weekends. So he's upset about this because he does truly love his children he's just a man child essentially—"
"So like-" I start to say before she hands me a donut to distract me oh she's good.
"So, he learns his exwife is hiring a nanny, so he disguises himself as an old Scottish nanny so he can be with his children more...and yes he's basically in drag but it's very good. Now this song happens right after we the audience see him as Mrs. Doubtfire for the first time. He meets the exwife as this persona and she's already happy because he makes a very convincing nanny." Why does she insists to make everything long winded.
"Is the point coming?" I say through a mouthful of donut. It's a strawberry frosted with sprinkles! The best basic donut.
"Yada yada oldest daughter is very upset because she notices her mom is trying to erase their dad and she's upset about it thus the line in the song being repeated is 'what the hell' it's actually a sad song set to a bit of an upbeat tone. The younger siblings are questioning if they are to blame and she's basically comforting them telling them no it's fucking mom and dad that are the problem." Veronica likes to listen to the depressing musical songs for whatever reason.
"Can we listen to the hairspray musical instead?" She hands me her phone. As we turn into a cover parking lot. She shows this man her ID, he's kind of cute.
"Hey Kostas, do you have any visitor badges? I have my roommate with me today. Do you need her ID I have it here." When did she get my ID? Oh ya...after the incident
He bends down a bit to look into the car and I give him a small wave, feeling shy when he gives me a small smile.
"Top of the morning to ya, can't believe Veronica found someone else to be with her at the office this early. I'm pretty sure she's some type of fairy, watch yourself now." He cannot have an Irish accent like that it's a bit ridiculous. Veronica waves him away, she looks to me as if knowing what I'm thinking.
"He does voice acting, or he's trying. The Irish accent is his favorite one. Do the Princess voice" she says laughing at their inside joke. He clears his throat a bit. In the most deepest demon sounding voice which makes me laugh as he says
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