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wl_fanfictionTitle - You Forget Your Place (5/?)
Author - Beccie
Pairings - Mainly Greg/Josie, Josie/Ryan & Chip/Jeff (will also be minor Brad/Josie, Caroline/Paul, Chip/OFC & maybe very minor Caroline/Sandi for a bit of fun...=P)
Rating - Starts as an R but will probs turn into NC-17 for swearing, sexuality, character death and adult themes (all that fun stuff!)
Summary - 16th century Britain. Theatre is a man's world. So in enters a woman from the slums whose aim is to change everything...
Note: Based on research for my drama exam notes. This should be fun!
Meanwhile, across town, Josie, Caroline and Sandi were celebrating. Pooling together, the girls bought a bottle of strong waters from the local dealer and holed themselves up in Josie’s quarters for the night. Although they couldn’t share the good news with the rest of the girls, that didn’t stop them having their own private celebration.
Taking another gulp of strong waters, Josie closed her eyes and shook her head with the taste. The burning was pleasant and satisfying as it travelled through her body and relaxed ever muscle. Sandi and Caroline giggled as they followed her example in turn. It wasn’t often the girls could afford strong waters on top of rent and food so this is was a welcome change. All feeling the mild buzz that was being half-drunk, they all slumped back on the floor and watched as the ceiling started to swirl. They all joined hands, soft, drunken smiles gracing all of their faces.
“I’m so proud of you Josie” Caroline said, her words slurring ever so slightly. “You should have been there Caroline. Josie, I mean Joseph, wowed that Proops fellow. In fact, I think he seemed slightly...smitten.” Josie giggled but her heart did a tiny leap as she thought back to Mr Proops. When their eyes met across the room...there was a connection there. Like she had found her soul mate or potential life partner. But in reality, this was all just a very fanciful situation. She was dressed as a man! He thought she was a man. Even if he was attracted to her, he knew her as ‘Joseph’. “Girls, please. Remember, I was dressed as a man. Even if he did like me, I was a man to him. He fancies Joseph. Not Josie.” This caused Sandi and Caroline to giggle drunkenly.
“Oh Josie! Just you wait! You will be in the tavern one day and after a few tankards of ale, you might end up being our customer!” Caroline amused herself with this thought, knowing Josie would have to be suitably drunk to even consider anything like that. Josie also giggled and then groaned. Sandi turned to her worried. “What’s wrong Josie?” she asked whilst placing a hand on her cheek. Josie turned to her small friend, her face twisted with inner turmoil. “Oh Sandi, if only I could be myself to live my dream. I am going to have to live as a man! Drink ale. Belch over meals. Smoke cigars. How am I going to do this?” Sandi nodded and placed her arm across her friend’s stomach. Caroline mirrored Sandi’s actions and Josie was the filling of a best friend sandwich.
“You will be fine Josie. If that young Jeff manages in that room then you certainly will. You are an actress and you will manage to get by. And me and Sandi will be there for you the whole time” Caroline reasoned. Sandi nodded from her position. “That’s true. What will Joseph do without his wife?” Sandi asked. Josie nodded and then burst into giggles; quickly followed by her friends. Soon they were all giggling and reaching for the bottle again. Josie felt contented as she watched her friends pass the bottle back and forth. She felt fortunate to have friends like these. So understanding and willing to risk their own security for her. Josie was one lucky girl.
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Greg had retired from the audition room a few hours ago and was now sat at the desk in his basement, sketching by the light of a candle. Since that afternoon, his mind had been in one place only. He was well a truly obsessed...with a man. Greg had never considered himself a homosexual before. But when Joseph entered the room, there was an attraction that he just couldn’t place. All he did know was that for the last three hours, he had been sketching pictures of the mysterious Joseph; something he had never had the urge to do in his life.
Just then, he was disturbed by the click of a door and a foot step into the room. Quickly, he covered his page with his arm and looked up towards the door. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw it was in fact only Brad Sherwood, the ‘Puck’ in his plays. Brad was always playing the jester and Queen Elizabeth loved him because he made plays more interesting. Greg relaxed and looked towards his friend. “Bradley, you scared me.” Brad chuckled and walked further into the room.
“You can hide anything from me Proops. What’s this about you turning to the homosexual side?” Brad raised an eyebrow as Greg looked sheepishly down at his paper. “Well, I’m not exactly homosexual Brad. I just....someone impressed me at the auditions today.” Brad nodded and smiled. “Don’t let me put you off. Just make sure you can walk the next day and start practicing your digging for later on. I hear Hell is quite hot this time of year.” Greg just mock laughed and waved Brad away. Brad turned to leave. “I’m off. I have a date tonight with a pretty little lady of the town...little bit of lady loving if you know what I mean.” Greg nodded and started to sketch again. “Don’t let me keep you.”
Brad smiled at his sarcastic friend. “You’d like her actually. One of the more classy ladies of that calibre. She can read ad everything.” Greg looked up, bemused. “Well then why is she a whore if she is so talented?” Brad smiled. “Because the pay is good. But I’ll tell you what, once you have shaken this weird sexuality questioning, pop into the local house. Ask for the auburn one.” With that, Brad left Greg to another sleepless night.
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Good news, I shook off the depression slightly and managed to write up until Chapter 9 so for now, I have plenty to post! =D Sorry this chapter is so short and fillery...the next one is too really so I may post it up today to relieve the crappiness that is this chapter! Hope you enjoy and thank you for sticking with it this far. It is a bit of a slow burner so far...=)
Author - Beccie
Pairings - Mainly Greg/Josie, Josie/Ryan & Chip/Jeff (will also be minor Brad/Josie, Caroline/Paul, Chip/OFC & maybe very minor Caroline/Sandi for a bit of fun...=P)
Rating - Starts as an R but will probs turn into NC-17 for swearing, sexuality, character death and adult themes (all that fun stuff!)
Summary - 16th century Britain. Theatre is a man's world. So in enters a woman from the slums whose aim is to change everything...
Note: Based on research for my drama exam notes. This should be fun!
Meanwhile, across town, Josie, Caroline and Sandi were celebrating. Pooling together, the girls bought a bottle of strong waters from the local dealer and holed themselves up in Josie’s quarters for the night. Although they couldn’t share the good news with the rest of the girls, that didn’t stop them having their own private celebration.
Taking another gulp of strong waters, Josie closed her eyes and shook her head with the taste. The burning was pleasant and satisfying as it travelled through her body and relaxed ever muscle. Sandi and Caroline giggled as they followed her example in turn. It wasn’t often the girls could afford strong waters on top of rent and food so this is was a welcome change. All feeling the mild buzz that was being half-drunk, they all slumped back on the floor and watched as the ceiling started to swirl. They all joined hands, soft, drunken smiles gracing all of their faces.
“I’m so proud of you Josie” Caroline said, her words slurring ever so slightly. “You should have been there Caroline. Josie, I mean Joseph, wowed that Proops fellow. In fact, I think he seemed slightly...smitten.” Josie giggled but her heart did a tiny leap as she thought back to Mr Proops. When their eyes met across the room...there was a connection there. Like she had found her soul mate or potential life partner. But in reality, this was all just a very fanciful situation. She was dressed as a man! He thought she was a man. Even if he was attracted to her, he knew her as ‘Joseph’. “Girls, please. Remember, I was dressed as a man. Even if he did like me, I was a man to him. He fancies Joseph. Not Josie.” This caused Sandi and Caroline to giggle drunkenly.
“Oh Josie! Just you wait! You will be in the tavern one day and after a few tankards of ale, you might end up being our customer!” Caroline amused herself with this thought, knowing Josie would have to be suitably drunk to even consider anything like that. Josie also giggled and then groaned. Sandi turned to her worried. “What’s wrong Josie?” she asked whilst placing a hand on her cheek. Josie turned to her small friend, her face twisted with inner turmoil. “Oh Sandi, if only I could be myself to live my dream. I am going to have to live as a man! Drink ale. Belch over meals. Smoke cigars. How am I going to do this?” Sandi nodded and placed her arm across her friend’s stomach. Caroline mirrored Sandi’s actions and Josie was the filling of a best friend sandwich.
“You will be fine Josie. If that young Jeff manages in that room then you certainly will. You are an actress and you will manage to get by. And me and Sandi will be there for you the whole time” Caroline reasoned. Sandi nodded from her position. “That’s true. What will Joseph do without his wife?” Sandi asked. Josie nodded and then burst into giggles; quickly followed by her friends. Soon they were all giggling and reaching for the bottle again. Josie felt contented as she watched her friends pass the bottle back and forth. She felt fortunate to have friends like these. So understanding and willing to risk their own security for her. Josie was one lucky girl.
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Greg had retired from the audition room a few hours ago and was now sat at the desk in his basement, sketching by the light of a candle. Since that afternoon, his mind had been in one place only. He was well a truly obsessed...with a man. Greg had never considered himself a homosexual before. But when Joseph entered the room, there was an attraction that he just couldn’t place. All he did know was that for the last three hours, he had been sketching pictures of the mysterious Joseph; something he had never had the urge to do in his life.
Just then, he was disturbed by the click of a door and a foot step into the room. Quickly, he covered his page with his arm and looked up towards the door. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw it was in fact only Brad Sherwood, the ‘Puck’ in his plays. Brad was always playing the jester and Queen Elizabeth loved him because he made plays more interesting. Greg relaxed and looked towards his friend. “Bradley, you scared me.” Brad chuckled and walked further into the room.
“You can hide anything from me Proops. What’s this about you turning to the homosexual side?” Brad raised an eyebrow as Greg looked sheepishly down at his paper. “Well, I’m not exactly homosexual Brad. I just....someone impressed me at the auditions today.” Brad nodded and smiled. “Don’t let me put you off. Just make sure you can walk the next day and start practicing your digging for later on. I hear Hell is quite hot this time of year.” Greg just mock laughed and waved Brad away. Brad turned to leave. “I’m off. I have a date tonight with a pretty little lady of the town...little bit of lady loving if you know what I mean.” Greg nodded and started to sketch again. “Don’t let me keep you.”
Brad smiled at his sarcastic friend. “You’d like her actually. One of the more classy ladies of that calibre. She can read ad everything.” Greg looked up, bemused. “Well then why is she a whore if she is so talented?” Brad smiled. “Because the pay is good. But I’ll tell you what, once you have shaken this weird sexuality questioning, pop into the local house. Ask for the auburn one.” With that, Brad left Greg to another sleepless night.
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Good news, I shook off the depression slightly and managed to write up until Chapter 9 so for now, I have plenty to post! =D Sorry this chapter is so short and fillery...the next one is too really so I may post it up today to relieve the crappiness that is this chapter! Hope you enjoy and thank you for sticking with it this far. It is a bit of a slow burner so far...=)
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