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Put The Bass In Your Walk by sweetnovicane (PG-13)
Fandom: Bandom
Pairing: Gen with implied Gabe/William and Amanda/Neil
Length: 19,788
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sweetnovicane
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repopinja
Why this must be read:
This is a fic about a girl wanting to break traditions and become a drag queen. It shows the journey of the character, growing into their own and making a few friends along the way. Because honestly, who wouldn't want a drag queen for a friend?
Especially if that drag queen is Butcher Walker. :D
Add in Amanda Palmer, a creepy British guy lurking in the corner and Greta Salepter, because there always needs to be more Greta, and you have one amazing fic!
This was the worst idea Greta had ever had.
It was bad enough that no one had really understood her brief foray into burlesque. Despite the fact she was having fun with it, some of her friends from school still seemed to have this belief that she had become a stripper in some bout of post graduate insanity.
She considered getting new friends.
Besides, it was only a temporary thing until she could find a job. It’s not like she planned on being Greta Goldenlocks for the rest of forever.
Greta knew when she saw her that she didn’t want to do just burlesque anymore though. She wanted to do something else. Something grand. Something even more over the top.
Her name was Emanuelle Le Petit. She was a drag queen that had been hired to entertain between Victoria’s routine to ‘Cherry Bomb’ that could only be described as “lolita-esque” and Stefani’s mini light show after Ashlee had called in sick that night.
Most of the group had been caught up with making sure Stefani didn’t electrocute herself when Emanuelle went on, but Greta had found herself entranced with the new performer. She was tall, slender and strode across the stage with much more grace than most biological women Greta had known in her life. She was decked out in a rich green dress and her rich brown hair had been swept up into a tidy up-do. Greta knew that it was most likely a wig, but she really didn’t care. Emanuelle could have been bald and Greta still would have been entranced as she lip synched along with Edith Piaf.
As soon as Emanuelle stepped off stage, Greta had made up her mind. She didn’t want to just be a part time burlesque performer. She wanted to be a drag queen just like Emanuelle.
Put The Bass In Your Walk
Pairing: Gen with implied Gabe/William and Amanda/Neil
Length: 19,788
Author on LJ:
sweetnovicaneAuthor Website:
repopinjaWhy this must be read:
This is a fic about a girl wanting to break traditions and become a drag queen. It shows the journey of the character, growing into their own and making a few friends along the way. Because honestly, who wouldn't want a drag queen for a friend?
Especially if that drag queen is Butcher Walker. :D
Add in Amanda Palmer, a creepy British guy lurking in the corner and Greta Salepter, because there always needs to be more Greta, and you have one amazing fic!
This was the worst idea Greta had ever had.
It was bad enough that no one had really understood her brief foray into burlesque. Despite the fact she was having fun with it, some of her friends from school still seemed to have this belief that she had become a stripper in some bout of post graduate insanity.
She considered getting new friends.
Besides, it was only a temporary thing until she could find a job. It’s not like she planned on being Greta Goldenlocks for the rest of forever.
Greta knew when she saw her that she didn’t want to do just burlesque anymore though. She wanted to do something else. Something grand. Something even more over the top.
Her name was Emanuelle Le Petit. She was a drag queen that had been hired to entertain between Victoria’s routine to ‘Cherry Bomb’ that could only be described as “lolita-esque” and Stefani’s mini light show after Ashlee had called in sick that night.
Most of the group had been caught up with making sure Stefani didn’t electrocute herself when Emanuelle went on, but Greta had found herself entranced with the new performer. She was tall, slender and strode across the stage with much more grace than most biological women Greta had known in her life. She was decked out in a rich green dress and her rich brown hair had been swept up into a tidy up-do. Greta knew that it was most likely a wig, but she really didn’t care. Emanuelle could have been bald and Greta still would have been entranced as she lip synched along with Edith Piaf.
As soon as Emanuelle stepped off stage, Greta had made up her mind. She didn’t want to just be a part time burlesque performer. She wanted to be a drag queen just like Emanuelle.
Put The Bass In Your Walk