In the spirit of procrastination

Ok, so I know I’m supposed to be doing something else right now but… I’m working on a writing project (that’s about a year old already), and I just wrote a scene that I just have to share right now! Okay, so those who actually read my stuff know I write Clay Aiken fan fiction. This is not much different. Clay’s best friend just got shot while trying to protect him and Clay’s sitting in the hospital waiting room waiting for news. In the meantime, some very interesting people show up in the room too… (highlight over if you want to see. In case people don’t want spoilers.)

It was a group of very familiar people. Or rather, puppets. A group of the very famous muppets came into the room. Clay’s face brightened as he saw Gonzo and Fozzie Bear, his favourites among other well known faces. He wondered what they were doing here.
“Hello Clay.” Gonzo said to him.
“Ok, that’s weird.” Clay said to himself. “The puppet is talking to me.”
“Of course I am!” Gonzo insisted in an obvious tone.
“I’m dreaming. This is a dream. Has to be.” Clay decided, sliding further down on the chair he was sitting on.
“Hey Clay, do you know what they call someone who talks in his sleep?” Fozzie asked excitedly. “A professor!”
“Boo! That’s the worst joke I’ve ever heard.” Statler heckled as though it was a knee-jerk reaction.
Clay made a face, unsure of how to react. This was the strangest thing that had ever happened to him.
“Aw, come on guys, let the man alone. Can’t you see he’s confused?” Kermit interrupted.
“Um…” Clay stammered.
“That’s my Kermie.” Miss Piggy’s falsetto informed him. “And for someone confused, you are one smoking hot guy Clay.”
“Um… Thank you. I think.” Clay replied as Miss Piggy began fawning over him. “Um… Miss Piggy, could you not do that? It’s making me uncomfortable.”
“Yeah Piggy. Let him alone. That means you.” Kermit told her. Miss Piggy reluctantly went to stand by Fozzie.
“Thanks Kermit.” Clay said. “Er… not that I’m not glad to see you guys but… what the heck are you doing here?”
“Oh well, you see, Rowlf had an incident with the piano.” Kermit began.
“It was all my fault!” Fozzie wailed. “I was trying to light his candelabra so he’d have a nice candle to play to but the piano caught fire.” he ended in a sheepish tone, twisting at his hat.
“And I tried to put it out but how was I to know the bucket was full of gasoline??” Gonzo continued in an annoyed tone of voice.
“So Rowlf’s in here for burns?” Clay clarified.
“No. He’s in here for his bruises.” Kermit clarified.
“Bruises?”
“We had to beat the fire out.” Kermit confirmed.
“Riiight.”
“What are you in here for?” Fozzie asked.
Clay felt a little sad as he replied. “My best friend. She got shot tonight. She was trying to protect me.” Clay buried his face in his hands. “It was my fault. I could have prevented it. But I didn’t and…”
All the muppets snuggled around Clay. “You didn’t mean it, did you Clay?” Little Robin asked. Clay shook his head. “I’m sure your friend’ll get all better. Than you can tell her you’re sorry and that you love her.”
“How’d you know I…” Clay began.
“Honey, we’re the muppets. That’s what we do.” Miss Piggy informed him.

“The question now is, what are you going to do to make things better?” Kermit asked.
“You think she’ll be ok?” Clay asked.
“Do we look like doctors to you?” Gonzo asked. Clay shook his head. “It’s a feeling ok. My nose picks up things. I’ve got this funny feeling and I think it’ll be ok.”
“That’s because you’ve got a cold, dumb brain.” Miss Piggy inserted. “All you feel is a sneeze.”
“No I don’t. My nose is all powerfu…ahh…ahhh…ahhhh chooo!!!!” Gonzo sneezed hard, so hard that the whole room seemed to shake and Clay fell off the couch with the impact.
“Woah, hey there Clay. You ok?” Jerome asked. Clay looked around. No muppets. “You rolled completely off the couch there. Dreaming?”
Clay rubbed his back, feeling stiff. “Yeah. A dream.”
Jerome waited for Clay to seat himself again. “The doctors peeked in. Cass is out of surgery. She’s in recovery now. She’ll be allowed visitors in a few hours. But she’s alright and she’ll be completely fine.”

Yup. That’s all for that scene. Now I have no idea what to do from here. Haha! But I want to keep the scene. I insist. I’ll work something out somehow.

~ by mezzogal on April 14, 2009.