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ext_34722 ([identity profile] musicboxgirl.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] crack_van2009-05-18 10:51 am
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How JC Escaped from Planet Sequin and Got His Groove Back (Adult)

Fandom: POPSLASH
Pairing: Chris/JC
Length: ~17,960
Author on LJ: [livejournal.com profile] llamabitchyo
Author Website: Fic Journal: Snarkyllama_fic
Why this must be read: ‘Planet Sequin’ is wonderfully creative and quirky and fun and pretty much everything you would expect to come from a fic about Chris and JC. This is most definitely a ‘pick me up’ fic that leaves you grinning and happy and bubbly because [livejournal.com profile] llamabitchyo writes captivating and extremely contagious characters. She's one very innovative writer and you'll surely never be bored of her stories, especially not this one.

Also, she writes these great details that just enhance the fic because they make you feel like you’re right there with the characters, bad music and glitter dust and all. You won’t regret getting sucked into this fic. Go, help JC escape Planet Sequin!




He didn't know how long he stood there, hearing sound and feeling nothing, until Lance came in and smiled and poured coffee for them both.

"Feeling better?" Lance asked.

JC tore his eyes away from the latest, lifeless music video.

"Sing something," he said.

"What?"

"Sing something. Please."

"Yeah, yeah, I meant 'what do you want me to sing?'"

"Anything."

Lance pushed one of the mugs into JC's hand, and then blushed a little and sang. "The best part of waking up is Folgers in your cup. Was that okay? Can I stop being stupid now?"

It wasn't okay. Lance wasn't as flat and lifeless as those videos or his ring tone or the convenience store's Muzak, but it still wasn't music. JC felt music, felt it all the way through, in his blood, in his bones...

Or, at least he had.

"Thank you," he said.

"No problem." Lance took a sip of his coffee. "So, is this a new game? Do I get to ask you for a jingle now?"

"I can't--"

Wait. Did he know that? Maybe there was just something wrong with his ears. Maybe they were clogged with dust.

He straightened his back and closed his eyes and reached, reached for that place where music lived inside him, reached for the joy that made his lungs expand and his voice burst forth strong and pure. He reached... and came up empty.

"I can't," JC said.



How JC Escaped from Planet Sequin and Got His Groove Back
sperrywink: (Chasez Chapeau)

[personal profile] sperrywink 2009-05-18 04:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Awesome rec! I loved this story.