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arsenicjade.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2009-03-05 11:33 pm
Take the Guitar Player for a Ride, by Jae
Fandom: BANDOM
Pairing: Jon Walker/Tom Conrad
Length: 18k
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jae_w
Author Website: Jae's Band Stories Tag
Why this must be read: Jae is quite possibly the only author I've ever read who has the flexibility to write in pretty much any genre she chooses and shape the story just right. In this fic, she tackles the time period right after Tom has been kicked out of The Academy Is... when he spent some time touring with Panic. She does something that is hard, hard, hard to do: she makes Tom that guy that you realize is being a complete dick, but oh man, you know how he feels, at least to some extent. Her characters fight and have misunderstandings and communicate in the stupid, awful ways that most humans do. This is a gorgeous rendering of that moment in life where you're completely unsure of what to do with yourself and everyone else seems to have it together.
Tom was picking up speed, he could feel it, even as he paused for a moment next to the Starbucks stand, looking around to figure out where he could find a cab. Someone passed in front of him, some asshole wearing an expensive shirt and too much hair gel, and then the asshole took a step back and said, "Tommy," and Tom slammed into him, Jon's arms around him and Tom's head ducked down onto Jon's shoulder so he got a mouthful of expensive shirt, and for the first time in a long, long time Tom wasn't picking up speed on his way down. For the first time in a long, long time Tom stopped.
After a minute Jon said, "Hey," and Tom stepped back, keeping his head down while he tried to pull himself together. After a minute he gave that up for the lost cause it had been for a long, long time and looked up.
"Hey," he said, and then, "Oh my God." Jon was wearing an expensive white shirt and his hair was combed artfully over his face and he was even, possibly, definitely wearing eyeliner. "Oh my God," Tom said, "I hope they're paying you a lot of money."
"You have no idea," Jon said, grinning, and then he took Tom's bag off him and slung it over his shoulder. "Come on," he said, "I got a car," and Tom followed him out through the glass doors toward the street. For the first time in a long, long time he felt like he was walking on level ground.
Take the Guitar Player for a Ride
Pairing: Jon Walker/Tom Conrad
Length: 18k
Author on LJ:
jae_wAuthor Website: Jae's Band Stories Tag
Why this must be read: Jae is quite possibly the only author I've ever read who has the flexibility to write in pretty much any genre she chooses and shape the story just right. In this fic, she tackles the time period right after Tom has been kicked out of The Academy Is... when he spent some time touring with Panic. She does something that is hard, hard, hard to do: she makes Tom that guy that you realize is being a complete dick, but oh man, you know how he feels, at least to some extent. Her characters fight and have misunderstandings and communicate in the stupid, awful ways that most humans do. This is a gorgeous rendering of that moment in life where you're completely unsure of what to do with yourself and everyone else seems to have it together.
Tom was picking up speed, he could feel it, even as he paused for a moment next to the Starbucks stand, looking around to figure out where he could find a cab. Someone passed in front of him, some asshole wearing an expensive shirt and too much hair gel, and then the asshole took a step back and said, "Tommy," and Tom slammed into him, Jon's arms around him and Tom's head ducked down onto Jon's shoulder so he got a mouthful of expensive shirt, and for the first time in a long, long time Tom wasn't picking up speed on his way down. For the first time in a long, long time Tom stopped.
After a minute Jon said, "Hey," and Tom stepped back, keeping his head down while he tried to pull himself together. After a minute he gave that up for the lost cause it had been for a long, long time and looked up.
"Hey," he said, and then, "Oh my God." Jon was wearing an expensive white shirt and his hair was combed artfully over his face and he was even, possibly, definitely wearing eyeliner. "Oh my God," Tom said, "I hope they're paying you a lot of money."
"You have no idea," Jon said, grinning, and then he took Tom's bag off him and slung it over his shoulder. "Come on," he said, "I got a car," and Tom followed him out through the glass doors toward the street. For the first time in a long, long time he felt like he was walking on level ground.
Take the Guitar Player for a Ride