Chapter 19~Nowadays~
"C'mon on babe why don't we paint the town?
And all that jazz
I'm gonna rouge my knees and roll my stockings down
And all that jazz
Start the car I know a whoopee spot
Where the gin is cold but the pianos hot
It's just a noisy hall where there's a nightly brawl
And all that jazz"
It was opening night for Chicago; I was on stage in my black beaded number singing my heart out as Velma.
"Hold on hun were gonna bunny hug
I bought some aspirin down at United Drug
Incase you shake apart and want a brand-new start
To do that jazz"
It's been six weeks since Spike woke up. He went through some physical therapy; tonight is his first night out of the wheelchair.
"Find a flask were playing fast and loose
And all that jazz
Right up here is where I store the juice
And all that jazz"
I look down at the second row to see Spike, Ed, Jet, and Doctor Zebb. Jet invited her, he said as a friend. Like I really believe that . . .
"No I'm no ones wife
But oh I love my life"
My wayward life is seemingly falling into place. The puzzle pieces finally fit . . . for the first time in my life. Life ain't half bad.
"And all that jazz
That jazz"
After the final curtain call I head back to the dressing rooms. On my small table I see a bouquet of daisies. 'Spike?' I opened the card to find a note written in beautiful looping handwriting.
'Nice job tonight sister. Keep that man of yours in line'
I couldn't help but smile. Things were falling into place alright . . . for everyone. Out in the lobby I see my small family. Ed sees me first and dashes to throw her arms around me.
"Faye-Faye is a jazz killer"
"A sexy one at that."
I turn to see Carrey, or 'Billy Flynn' behind me with a grin. Spike steps forward with a handshake.
"Nice job Carrey"
"Thanks man"
"Car-man was one shrew lawyer person!"
"Why thank you Edward dearest, you are just too much."
I slide over to my cane-toting boyfriend and grab his unused hand.
"So where are my flowers?"
"I was supposed to get you flowers?"
"If you weren't holding a cane I'd beat you for that Mr. Spiegel!"
"Well I am holding a cane, and you're flowers are in the Swordfish."
I gave his hand a gentle squeeze. I looked up into those beautiful mismatched eyes of his. He motioned his head towards Jet. I looked over their way to see Jet's hand on Doctor Zebb's ass.
"Holy shi . . ."
Carrey quickly clamped his hand over my mouth.
"Don't ruin the moment Faye."
"The pervy moment is more like it."
"You're just jealous Faye. Spike she wants you to grab her ass."
"I do not!"
"Well then you'll have to let go of my hand Faye sweetie unless you want me to rub it with my cane."
"Okay that's it you two"
"Aww c'mon Faye, you've gotten Spike's hopes up now. Let him grab your ass!"
"Go find a girlfriend, Carrey."
"Ouch Faye that hurt."
Spike was laughing hysterically, and then I felt his cane on my butt.
"And you Mr. Spiegel! If you want to touch me at all this evening you better keep that cane to yourself!"
"Jet-person, Edward thinks that we better high tail it out of here before F, S, and C make a scene."
"Good idea Ed. Shall we?"
Doctor Zebb linked arms with Jet and they headed for the door, Edward close behind.
"Spike, Faye, Carrey!! Let's move it I'm hungry!"
"Coming Jet, hold you're horses there."
Carrey headed off to catch up with the three of them. Spike grabbed my hand again and we followed behind.
"Nice job this evening Ms. Valentine"
"Why thank you Mr. Spiegel."
"You didn't mean that thing about me not being able to touch you tonight did you?"
"You bet your life I did cowboy. Let's go eat some meatloaf."
And all that Jazz
Faye: The Therapy Sessions *Chapter 19* (final chapter)
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Faye: The Therapy Sessions *Chapter 19* (final chapter)
Well I can fight like the devil
Or do what I'm told
But one of these days
I've got to hit the road
On my way home
I'm coming home
That's where I'm going
Or do what I'm told
But one of these days
I've got to hit the road
On my way home
I'm coming home
That's where I'm going
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This is a perfect conclusion to this wonderful series. I love the concept of Faye being a singer. The way you write the characters is so believable, which really adds to the quality of this story. I love this! You need to write more like this soon 

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Well, it's over and I'm quite happy. I liked how you portrayed each character, even with their unusual quirks and whatnot, but it was a nice continuation of the series. I really liked it.
Kudos to you, RN, and here's to Bebop!
~ Calla.
Kudos to you, RN, and here's to Bebop!
~ Calla.
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Ohhh, I'm so content right now. ^___^ It was an AMAZING story, and I just loved everything about it! You did such a great job. I loved it!! 

When someone is in love with you, you tend to act a little abnormal, maybe a little frightened of the fact that they have feelings for you. Most of it is fear. Fear that that someone will get to you, fear that you might slowly start to acknowledge their feelings, and eventually feel the same way.
An excerpt, a little modified, from my story "Breaking Free".
An excerpt, a little modified, from my story "Breaking Free".
