This is...Pretty and High. It was my very first fic _ever_.
Music-Fic
The song is Pretty and High, By the Roches,
The characters…well, they just aren’t mine.
She came on the stage in a dress like the sky
She had painted a sunset, around her eyes…
Dorothy enters a party, for once wearing a dress that is not black. On the contrary, it is brilliant and blue, shimmering and covered with white sequins. Everyone stops to look at her, Quatre looks up and his jaw drops. Dorothy is also wearing a sequined mask of red and orange.
And all of the people, were shocked and surprised at howpretty
And high
And shyyy…she was
Pretty
And high
And…shy
Dorothy smiles and says hello to everyone that comes up to her, shakes hands with a bewildered Relena and bows gracefully to a speechless Quatre (he is hosting the party) before fading away from the crowd…
She at the window, and the prince upon the bed
They were for an hour, before he said,
“If she had no place else, she was welcome to stay…”
Quatre finds Dorothy in an otherwise empty room, standing by a window. He calls her name and she turns, smiling. He asks her if anything is wrong, if she needs a place to stay…
But she’d better get back, and she thanked him the same,
Leavin’ him
Pretty,
And high
And dryyyy…
Pretty,
And high,
And…dry.
Dorothy rushes out of the mansion Quatre is holding his party at; no one can see past the mask that she is crying. Quatre watches her go, looking like a sad puppy L. (Awwwww…)
The prince was confused, so he asked the magician
The magician arrived at the answer profound
Quatre talks to Relena and Heero about Dorothy’s appearance and strange behavior. Relena just shrugs it off, but Heero says…
“If she takes off her dress, then the sky will fall down
If she takes off the dress, then the sky will fall down
Cause she’s pretty,
And high,
And a lie.
Pretty,
And high
And a liiiiiiiiieee…
(Key shift from EM to AM (that’s up))
Heero tells Quatre it was probably all an act, because it’s very un-Dorothy to be nice, and suggests to him to go talk to Trowa about it if he feels unsettled. Quatre puts on a happy face and agrees, heading for the circus Trowa andCatherine work at.
I work at the circus, and I sleep with the clowns
We see Dorothy running up to the Ring master, begging for a job in the circus, explaining that she wants to move around in life (the circus being a traveling one.) The Ringmaster is about to turn her away when Trowa steps in and says he can vouch for her. Dorothy remembers having met Trowa before, and her eyes are filled with gratitude. Trowa just nods his head and leads her to his trailer.
Catherine joins the ranks, wearing (gasp!) jeans and a T-shirt. (Not really gasp…)
When I took off my dress…the sky fell down.
Dorothy accepts similar clothing from the ever-hospitable Catherine and Trowa tells her she can have free reign of his trailer for a while. She keeps thanking them (even thoughit’s hard.)
But if the sky falls down, then we’ll play on the ground…
Upon entering Trowa’s trailer, Dorothy comes face to face with Quatre. The Arabian is staring at her in entreaty (she’s even put her hair up, by the by) and perhaps longing. Dorothy smiles at him and begins crying.
Cause I’m pretty,
And high
And only partly a lie…
Quatre stands as if to go over and hug her, and Dorothy leaps into his arms, she’s admired his steadfast heart-over-brawn attitude for so long…
Pretty,
And high
And only partly a lie…
Dorothy whispers that she loves Quatre, he does the same, Trowa and Catherine, who were watching (shame, shame!) sweat-drop and turn away, smiling at each other.
Pretty,
And High,
And only paaaaaartllllyyyyy…a liiiiiiieeee…
The lovesick blondies kiss (smooooooochie) and fade toblack with the music.
The End
By Lena Ban Obsidian (hehe…whaddya think?)