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Somersault on the Sawdust by Charlie J (R)
Fandom: BANDOM
Pairing: Patrick/Frank, background Mikey/Pete
Length: 21,220 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
gigantic
Author Website: new words for the 1990s
Why this must be read:
Patrick and My Chemical Romance, especially Frank, on Warped 2005.
I love on-tour stories and this is such an excellent example. It has a great sense of place, if you can say that about a story that follows the meanderings of Warped and its strangely insular atmosphere, broken by the occasional inroad from the wider world. It's a welcome difference from stories where the tour is little more than an abstract setting. A relaxed, unhurried kind of story, very thoughtful and quiet, as much about friendship as the whatever-it-is Patrick and Frank is starting. And the Patrick characterisation is wonderful.
Excerpt from the story:
"I can't find my band," Patrick says, holding up his cup in some kind of agreement.
"Stay with us!"
Frank snorts and works his way past all of them, saying, "He doesn't want to hang out here." To Patrick, he adds, "Gerard has these National Geographic, Animal Planet-type documentary DVDs."
"They're fascinating," Gerard says, and Bob laughs. When Gerard asks why that's funny, Bob just shakes his head and swears it's nothing, nothing. He likes the meerkats.
Frank laughs too. He bumps a loose fist against Patrick's arm, catching the elbow. "You stole our set earlier, and someone got you an energy drink? Wow, let's go get you wasted."
"He said he was fine!" Bob pleads in his own defense.
"Please," Frank says, but Patrick nods.
He says, "I'm good with this, I swear."
"Well, then, let's get me wasted." Frank grins, and he's nudging at Patrick's side already. Patrick edges backwards and down the steps.
"Uh, okay. Okay, okay," he says, complying as Frank urges him along before he really has time to decide whether he'd like to stay to watch the meerkats as well. "I should say bye at least -"
"They know you like them," Frank insists, and Patrick stumbles as he moves down the steps quickly, but Frank flattens his palms on Patrick's shoulders, steadies him.
"Oh - oh, shit, wait." Frank runs back up and vanishes while Patrick looks around outside. He can hear commotion coming from not too far away, other bands hanging out for the evening. When Frank reappears, he stops on the bottom step to slip on his other shoe and says, "Forgot footwear. Alright, let's go."
Somersault on the Sawdust or here
Pairing: Patrick/Frank, background Mikey/Pete
Length: 21,220 words
Author on LJ:
giganticAuthor Website: new words for the 1990s
Why this must be read:
Patrick and My Chemical Romance, especially Frank, on Warped 2005.
I love on-tour stories and this is such an excellent example. It has a great sense of place, if you can say that about a story that follows the meanderings of Warped and its strangely insular atmosphere, broken by the occasional inroad from the wider world. It's a welcome difference from stories where the tour is little more than an abstract setting. A relaxed, unhurried kind of story, very thoughtful and quiet, as much about friendship as the whatever-it-is Patrick and Frank is starting. And the Patrick characterisation is wonderful.
Excerpt from the story:
"I can't find my band," Patrick says, holding up his cup in some kind of agreement.
"Stay with us!"
Frank snorts and works his way past all of them, saying, "He doesn't want to hang out here." To Patrick, he adds, "Gerard has these National Geographic, Animal Planet-type documentary DVDs."
"They're fascinating," Gerard says, and Bob laughs. When Gerard asks why that's funny, Bob just shakes his head and swears it's nothing, nothing. He likes the meerkats.
Frank laughs too. He bumps a loose fist against Patrick's arm, catching the elbow. "You stole our set earlier, and someone got you an energy drink? Wow, let's go get you wasted."
"He said he was fine!" Bob pleads in his own defense.
"Please," Frank says, but Patrick nods.
He says, "I'm good with this, I swear."
"Well, then, let's get me wasted." Frank grins, and he's nudging at Patrick's side already. Patrick edges backwards and down the steps.
"Uh, okay. Okay, okay," he says, complying as Frank urges him along before he really has time to decide whether he'd like to stay to watch the meerkats as well. "I should say bye at least -"
"They know you like them," Frank insists, and Patrick stumbles as he moves down the steps quickly, but Frank flattens his palms on Patrick's shoulders, steadies him.
"Oh - oh, shit, wait." Frank runs back up and vanishes while Patrick looks around outside. He can hear commotion coming from not too far away, other bands hanging out for the evening. When Frank reappears, he stops on the bottom step to slip on his other shoe and says, "Forgot footwear. Alright, let's go."
Somersault on the Sawdust or here