CHAPTER TITLE: I’m Freaking Out Here_Fifty-Five of One Hundred
WORD COUNT: 870
WARNINGS: none_Lindsay POV
DISCLAIMER: Nothing I can say that hasn’t been said already? Not mine.
Originally Beta’ed by herefordroad, all subsequent mistakes are mine
Story throughout contains excerpts from The Brian Kinney Operating Manual including commentary from the Editors
SUMMARY FROM THE EDITORS: ‘But we felt a new layer, some new blood, should be mixed in and if that new blood should happen to include Justin, so be it.’
Lindsay has her ideas, Melanie has her own and then there’s Preston and Andrew
AUTHOR‘S NOTES: This story projects 59 years into the future and reflects all that that entails, many of the loose ends are tied-up. I dance with POV, I dance with time, in essence, I just dance to the song Brian & Justin sang to me.
Contains: Brian_others, Justin_others. They grow old, they are always together for just as long as time allows, but, ultimately, they will die.
As someone wise once said, ‘In the end, it’s all about Brian and Justin’ and I can only agree
A Time From Now
I’m Freaking Out Here
Two Weeks Later - Toronto
Only two more weeks and we will have actually taken over. Imagine, two more weeks and Preston and Andrew will be globetrotting and Melanie and I will be running The Preston Jahns Gallery, but right now, all I knew was that I felt a full-blown panic attack coming on and even if I had been told by everyone again and again that everything would be fine, that really, was just so easy for everyone else to say. Preston knew change was at hand, had had a major role in planning that change…that transition, so I obviously had his enthusiastic approval, and yet I was so close to freaking out. What the fuck had I been thinking? I had assisted in the running of two galleries. Two. In my life. And now what? I thought I was ready for this? Why? Why would I’ve thought such nonsense? If only Brian had said no.
But what if he had? I would’ve been devastated, but I would’ve also been determined, determined to find another way because one way or another, we would have made this transition happen. And now, as Brian would say, I had all my little duckies lined up in a row. Or nearly so anyway because in only a little over a week, we were going to have a celebration, a going away party for Preston and Andrew. It would include any last minute introductions of what few of Preston’s contacts and artists I hadn’t already met and would provide an opportunity to socialize with those I had, a little schmoozing on my part, a little assuring on Preston’s, just letting everyone know that he would still be involved, just not as he had been, just not on a daily basis.
And I completely understood Preston’s need to be on-the-road. Andrew was doing well, but time wasn’t their friend and so time must be used to its fullest and for them that meant being on their way just as soon as possible. They had a million places to explore and they’d already waited long enough. If Preston could’ve had his way, they would have left the day after we signed the papers, but soon they will be living their dream. And Melanie and I will be living ours.
And our first order of business would be A Young Artist Show. In recent years Preston has relied on a well-known cadre of artists, mostly local, and they have been with him, in most cases, for many, many years, young and experimental when they started out, now more mature and established. We have no intention of changing any of that, it worked for this area, for this clientele. But we felt a new layer, some new blood, should be mixed in and if that new blood should happen to include Justin so be it. He would do just fine without the representation of our little Toronto gallery, but every venue helped and if representing him also happened to make Brian happy, so much the better. We firmly believed that keeping Brian happy was paramount since a happy Brian left us, blissfully, alone.
Lindsay sat at the little desk, in the sunny corner of their living room, going over her things-to-do list for what seemed like the hundredth time, scanning, double-checking, reviewing.
Invitations - fortunately, Preston, being certain everything would come off without a hitch, had already gotten commitments to attend their little soirée well in advance of any papers even having been signed, so sending out the invitations was more formality than necessity, and if the RSVPs were of any indication everyone was coming. Absolutely everyone.
Catering - Emmett…who else? Emmett now did all of their functions and also had all of his little duckies, his Toronto venders, lined up in a row. Since he’d already done three previous openings for them, he knew everyone, what he couldn’t get locally, he’d have sent from Pittsburgh and with only one stipulation on our part…nothing too wild. Beyond that, they would just let Emmett be Emmett.
Cleaning Service - scheduled for next week, the gallery would shine. A little repainting here, a little polishing there. Everything had been arranged, everyone was on board.
What to wear - HAD NO FUCKING IDEA. It was Monday, the gallery was closed, Gus was in school and the party was a week from Wednesday and she had nothing to wear. A shopping trip was the obvious solution.
Leaving her desk, Lindsay wandered the house until she finally found Melanie in the room designated as their library, curled into an over-stuffed chair, reading. She moved in slowly, taking the book from her hand, and gliding down into her lap, she murmured, “Know what I think would be a great idea…humm?”
Happy for the interruption, Melanie said, “Well, yeah, I do, but you first. Tell me baby; what do you think would be a great idea?”
“That you take me shopping so I--” She suddenly found herself in a very undignified heap on the floor and not unreasonably so.
Melanie followed her down, and taking advantage of Lindsay’s surprise, pinned her, straddled her and said, “Shopping? You want me to take you shopping?”
“Well, yeah,” Lindsay chuckled, squirming. She half-heartedly tried to get away. “I don’t have a single thing to wear for the party, so I thought it might be fun to go shopping. Why? You have a better idea?”
And, amazingly enough, Melanie really did.
Next Chapter: Justin thinks he may have a clue but remains skeptical
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