CHAPTER TITLE: Some Really Sweet Shit_Fifty-Eight of One Hundred
RATING: this chapter: PG
WORD COUNT: this chapter: 620
WARNING: this chapter: none_Justin 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: ‘And apparently he’d forgotten everything Sam had bothered teaching him over the past several months, all the ins-and-outs of working the room on opening nights, preferring instead to lean against the remotest wall, doing. 'sullen.’
Justin learns that life is a two-way street and how good that it is
AUTHOR‘S NOTES: This is my first Post 513 ‘saga’ which I initially started writing at the show’s end as my response to that ending. Now I‘m revising and reposting it. It projects 59 years into the future and reflects all that that entails, most of the loose ends are tied-up. I dance with POV, I dance with time, I dance with grammar, in essence, I just dance to the song Brian & Justin sang to me.
Story 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
Some Really Sweet Shit - Toronto
Around Three Months Later - Around One Year
Far too many people were crowding him plus his buzz was starting to wear off and since that obviously must not be allowed to happen, he needed to find Jake. But where the fuck was he? Probably off somewhere with Lauren getting all cutsie-cozy. He had not seen that one coming. Made his aloneness, in the to-capacity-filled gallery, even more complete. He’d been counting on their solidarity. Consequently, with Lindsay and Melanie busy working the hoped-for buyers, with the three Toronto artists engaged in their own brand of schmoozy Canadian solidarity, and with both his New Yorkers gone missing, Justin was in full pissy-mode. He knew it, he didn‘t care. He should’ve been amazed, he should’ve been thrilled and grateful, but he wasn’t. He was lost.
And apparently he’d forgotten everything Sam had bothered teaching him over the past several months, all the ins-and-outs of working the room on opening nights, preferring instead to lean against the remotest wall, doing. 'sullen’. Seemed when it was his work being shown, everything changed. Only his second show, and group show or not, it mattered…was significant, and he not only wasn’t working the room, he was actually hiding. Not what Sam or even Ricci would have wanted or expected of him. He could practically hear, echoing in the sadly returning -to-normal recesses of his mind, their collective disappointment – whatthehell? Justin. What The Hell? You know how to do this…come on kiddo-dude, get off the fucking wall and get OUT there. But he remained riveted. Lindsay and Melanie were doing their best, the Canadians were doing their best, Jake and Lauren were doing…whatever and he wasn’t.
If only Brian had come.
Said he would and Surprise! Had to cancel. Last minute meeting in Philadelphia, so Brian had become his excuse. His disappointment was huge, it’d been nearly four months since they’d seen each other, but it was more than that. He wanted Brian’s support and now he didn’t have it. He allowed his disappointment to color everything. He didn’t deserve to be included in the show. It was obvious he wasn’t good enough. Lindsay and Melanie had only invited him because of their friendship, not on his merit. On and pathetically on.
Where the fuck was Jake? Justin’s need for him overcame his reluctance to participate and he started wandering,. Occasionally being ‘meeted and greeted’ by potential buyers? Opening-night junkies? People off the street looking for refreshments? Who knew? Still, munching little bits of food along the way, he found time to admire Dishin’ It Baby’s catering efforts. Emmett’s company was becoming a serious success and he was proud of him. It would seem that their Emmett was on-course, even if nowhere to be found. Where was he? Where were Jake and Lauren or Lindsay and Melanie. Where was anyone?
He stood waiting, right in the middle of things, where by some miracle of timing and intersecting pathways, Jake, or someone…anyone, might find him when “Hey Justin,” was purred against his ear and a shiver of electricity ran through him. Suddenly he and the world aligned themselves. He was no longer alone as the purring continued. “Looking for me?”
“No, actually.” And Justin moved backed into Brian, nestling into his arms. “You‘re in fucking Philadelphia.”
“How sad would Philadelphia be to hear you malign it so, and anyway, it’s Chicago. I‘m supposed to be in fucking Chicago. Tell me, anyone lurking in the shadows I should know about? If not me then, who were you looking for?”
“Jake, I’m looking for Jake because did you know? He’s got some really sweet shit, but first how is it you’re here, Brian? How is it that I‘m being so honored with your very presence?”
“Rescheduled. Told the big bosses that something important came up that I needed to attend to, so we rescheduled for next--“
“I need to be in Chicago Thursday --“
“No need to go back to Pittsburgh?”
No need, so…all good?”
“Will be once we find Jake. I could definitely use some of his really sweet shit.”
“And then some of mine?”
“You bring up a good point. Anywhere we can go…?”
“Just follow me,” Justin replied and so, naturally, Brian did.
The group show was a success, Brian’s visit with Justin in Toronto was a success and all and all, Justin was a very happy man.
Next Chapter: For Brian the fun never stops
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