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Disclaimer: I don't own Jonny, Jessie, Dr. Q or anybody else from the
original series, HB has that honor (even though they are not currently
doing anything with it ::grumble::) and the members of the JQ2K team
here are property of Alexis Ericta. I don't own the song either, I don't
know who does. "Bei Mir Bist Du Schon" is a old song, from the 30's or
40's my father says (I'll believe him since he was about 10 during WWII
and the Andrews Sisters used to sing this song). Bei Mir Bist Du Schon
basically means: you're nice or something along those lines. I found
this song on the sound track to "Swing Kids" which is one of the coolest
soundtracks that I've ever heard, and I own quite a few. The song is
from the "swing" era of music when the bands of Glenn Miller and Benny
Goodman were king. The closest thing nowadays to this type of music is
ska, ie. lots of horns. Hope you enjoy *grin*.
Achievers: It's yours.
Category: Music Fic, 2K, H, DBNish HR refences
Bei Mir Bist Du What?
by Käthe Roper
Seventeen year old Mishelle Taylor-Jenks stood on a makeshift
stage in the rec room of the Quest compound. Her wavy brown hair was
done up in a loose bun and she was wearing a long black gown. She looked
slightly annoyed. "Hey Jess, remind me again why I'm subjecting myself
to this torture?" she called to Jessie Bannon who was setting things up
on the stage.
"Dr. Q thought it would be fun to have a talent show, and
unfortunately you got sucked into preforming first, sorry Shelle."
Before Mishelle could grumble anymore the rest of the JQ2000 team filed
in to the rec room. Travis and Bryce were arguing over a piece of
Crenshaw family history, namely whether or not Travis had big ears
compared to his darker haired twin.
"I'm tellin' you that you look like Dumbo compared to me. Your
ears are not that big, they're just a lot bigger than mine, that's all,'
Bryce said trying to placate his copper haired twin.
"I don't care. I am not going to be remembered at family
reunions as the big eared twin, the better looking one, for sure,"
Travis flashed a toothy grin at Mishelle, Jessie and Claudette, "but I
am not going to be referred to as Dumbo Crenshaw in coming years."
Mishelle shook her head, those two were incorrigible. For a
momentary span of time Shelle forgot that she was about to get up in
front of her friends, and Jon-boy, and preform, but then it came back in
full force and hit her like a Mack truck. "Oi vey," she sighed. "Ok
everybody, sit down and shut up. I'm not thrilled about doing this so
I'm going to do it real quick and get it over with." Jonny, who had
taken a seat in the front row to get a close up view of Mishelle's
humiliation, grinned evilly. "What have I gotten myself into," she
thought.
Dr. Quest turned on the back ground music and the sounds of a
piano and a great horn section. The music had a great jazz feel to it,
like it belonged in one of the great Berlin nightclubs of the 1930's.
The lights for the darkened stage began to glow slowly, and a figure
could be seen sitting with her legs crossed on stage left. The music
went on for another minute or so and the figure remained motionless.
Then all of a sudden Mishelle rose up out of the chair and began to walk
forward as she sang. "Bei Mir Bist Du Schon," her voice was rich and
full, smoky and absolutely grand. At the first note everyone in the room
was transfixed upon Mishelle singing her heart out on stage, especially
Jonny. Mishelle continued to walk slowly, like a cat stalking it's prey,
across to center stage. Her body swayed in time with the music and she
continued the song. "Please let me explain, Bei Mir Bist Du Schon means
that you're grand." Her eyes surveyed the room, no one was snickering,
that was a good sign. Her eyes landed on Jonny, and their eyes locked.
For the rest of the song it was like she was singing only to him. "Bei
Mir Bist Du Schon, Again and explain, It means that you're the fairest
in the land. I could say bella bella, even say wonderbar, Each language
only helps me tell you how grand you are." Shelle blared out the last
line and the music slowed to half it's original tempo. "Bei Mir Bist Du
Schon, Please let me explain, Bei Mir Bist Du Schon means that you're
grand." Mishelle walked down the steps from the stage and began to walk
towards Jonny, her eyes never leaving him for a second.
By now Travis had noticed this and was elbowing his twin. "Look
at
them," he whispered hoarsely. "She's hypnotizing him."
Bryce rolled his eyes, "You know perfectly well that you can't
hypnotize someone," he whispered back. Jessie, who was sitting on the
other side of him, shot him a nasty look that clearly meant to shut up
or he would have to deal with her.
"Then tell that to Jonny," Travis grinned.
Meanwhile the show was still in progress. "I could say bella
bellllaaaa, even say wonderbaaarrr." Her voice had dropped when the
music slowed and now it came out full of desire and passion. "Each
language only helps me tell you how grand you arrrreeee. I try to
explain, Bei Mir Bist Du Schon." Shelle now stood in front of the
unsuspecting Jonny. She ran her fingers through his blond hair as the
music began to pick up once again. For the next line 'Shelle eased
herself to sit in Jonny's lap and wrapped her right hand around the back
of his skull. "So kiss me and say you understand." She brought her face
within millimeters of his and then jumped out of his lap. The music was
now twice as fast as it originally been and Mishelle reacted
accordingly. "I could say BELLA BELLA, even say WONDERBAR!!, each
language only helps me tell you HOW GRAND YOU ARE!!!" Mishelle spun
around the room and as the music continued on she moved back towards the
stage and hopped up on it. She sat on the edge, right in front of Jonny
and as the final strains of horns busted out their last notes in a
flurry she flung up her arms into the "Victory" position and grinned.
Everyone immediatly rose up and gave her a standing ovation,
especially Jonny.
Comments? Questions? Flaming marshmallows? Ummmmmmm, flaming puffs of
sugar, yummmmmmm *grin*. Send them all to me, I don't care.Content-Type: text/x-vcard; charset=us-ascii; name="vcard.vcf"
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