Fitting in With the Boys (The History Boys Fanfiction)

Act I Scene III (English Version)

|Aimer, ce n'est pas se regarder l'un l'autre, c'est regarder ensemble dans la même direction|

Posner was situated at the side of the piano singing in French with Scripps providing him with a fast upbeat tune. It was L'Accordéoniste (The Accordionist) by Édith Piaf.

~She listens to The Java

But she doesn't dance

She doesn't even look at the dance floor

And her loving eyes

Follow the vigorous playing,

And the long lean fingers of the player

Get under her skin

Inside and out

She wants to sing, it's physical.

All of her being is tense,

Her breathing suspended,

The music has wrung her out~

Everyone began to clap in appreciation for the talent shown in class.

"Where would you like to work this afternoon?" Hector asks the class, though only Dakin stands up to answer.

"I would like to work in a brothel."

"Oh la la!" Hector says with fake aghast.

"What is it/What is it?" shouted the class in both English and French. Wendy just shook her head at Dakin, who in return smirked at her as he reached into his inner blazer pocket for his pen.

"A brothel" Posner answered everybody's question. They all just laughed and groaned.

"He'd like to work in a brothel" Wendy said after Posner, smirking at her twin. She was sitting on one of the desks at the front, with her legs crossed over and leaning forward in interest. Wondering at how this would turn out, but finding the situation hilarious.

"Very well," Hector congratulated both Wendy and Posner, "but a brothel where all the clients use the subjunctive or conditional."

The class all let out various sighs of exasperation directed towards the teacher.

"Well"

"OK, Monsieur." Dakin rushes to the door.

"Voilá"

Dakin starts knocking on the door, making Mr Hector say 'Voilá' again.

"Already a client." Gesturing between the students and the door, Posner starts to get up but Wendy beats him to the punch. Posner, disappointed, sits back down, but not before when he catches Wendy's wink at him. Wendy straitens out her blouse and jacket, before opening the door and bowing down.

"Good morning, Monsieur."

"Good morning, dear." With a gruff voice and pen in hand acting like a cigar, Dakin was acting like the stereotypical French man. Everybody laughed eager for some of the Dakin twin's actions. They were a formidable duo the pair, acting like fools one minute then completely serious the next. In the eyes of some, they would make good stand-up comedians.

"Enter, please," Wendy pulls the curtain across the window, and places a hand upon Dakin's shoulder leading him towards the desk and it occupants, "Voilá your bed."

Gesturing to some of the boys to get up and move the tables, she got Posner and Rudge to put them together. She gestured to Posner and continued on saying,