Author: Clio
Title: Radio Friendly Part 10 of 10: I'd Walk a Mile
Pairing: American Idol: Blake Lewis/Chris Richardson
Rating: PG
Summary: In which friends gather together.
Length: 2000 words
Disclaimer: People sort of own themselves, don't they? Which means this is a work of fiction.
Notes: Radio Friendly is an AU set in 1962, when New York was the center of pop music and the Brill Building was where it all happened, when a group of talented songwriters and producers crafted perfect pop hits for artists whose every move was controlled by their label. Pictures and songs will be used along the way to take you back to yesteryear—and for those who'd like more info, see the additional author's note at the bottom.
You're reading this story because
lillijulianne was so enthusiastic and
allysonsedai insisted that it see the light of day, because they were willing to keep reading even when I sent three chapters in one weekend, and were instrumental in the flow, in pointing out what it needed and what it didn't, and in holding my hand through the entire thing. Thank you, ladies!
This story is dedicated to three fantabulous men: "Handsome Jeff", who didn't get to see the nineties (and would have loved them, darling); golden-haired Walter, who made me feel better about being smart (why the big suit indeed) and also left us far too soon; and my uncle, who is living into his eighties in Connecticut with his lover of over thirty years, and who wasn't as lucky as Blake and Chris—he had to run his car into a tree before he realized that he'd rather be out than dead. (Blake's line about Rymon and his parents I have said about my two uncles more than once.) Because of him I learned about the birds and the bees and homosexuality all in one big bundle, and that's how I intend to teach my kids. And sort of because of him, or really his sister my mom, I learned how to be a good fag hag, which has probably been more useful than almost anything. Of course, slash wouldn't be possible without the fag to my hag, my own P____, who is luckier than Jeff and Walter were, but only in time. I love you, my own boys.
1: Come to Where the Flavor Is | 2: Where Particular People Congregate | 3: This Is the One They'll Have to Beat | 4: You've Come a Long Way, Baby | 5: Alive with Pleasure | 6: It's What's Upfront That Counts | 7: We'd Rather Fight Than Switch | Missing Scene: Ryan and Simon | 8: So Round So Firm So Fully Packed | Missing Scene: Chris and Blake | 9: Instead of a Sweet | Additional Scene: One Big Circle
( 'It's nice to know that you can still act like a ten-year-old now that you're almost eighty' )
No multimedia here, no next chapter, so I'll use this space to say THANK YOU to all of you who read and enjoyed this story. I can't tell you how much it meant to me, since it's a very different kind of story. Yes, there WILL be a few missing scenes—unlike this story, which was complete when I started posting, they haven't been written yet so I'm not sure when they'll be posted, but look for them!
( After-Notes )
Title: Radio Friendly Part 10 of 10: I'd Walk a Mile
Pairing: American Idol: Blake Lewis/Chris Richardson
Rating: PG
Summary: In which friends gather together.
Length: 2000 words
Disclaimer: People sort of own themselves, don't they? Which means this is a work of fiction.
Notes: Radio Friendly is an AU set in 1962, when New York was the center of pop music and the Brill Building was where it all happened, when a group of talented songwriters and producers crafted perfect pop hits for artists whose every move was controlled by their label. Pictures and songs will be used along the way to take you back to yesteryear—and for those who'd like more info, see the additional author's note at the bottom.
You're reading this story because
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This story is dedicated to three fantabulous men: "Handsome Jeff", who didn't get to see the nineties (and would have loved them, darling); golden-haired Walter, who made me feel better about being smart (why the big suit indeed) and also left us far too soon; and my uncle, who is living into his eighties in Connecticut with his lover of over thirty years, and who wasn't as lucky as Blake and Chris—he had to run his car into a tree before he realized that he'd rather be out than dead. (Blake's line about Rymon and his parents I have said about my two uncles more than once.) Because of him I learned about the birds and the bees and homosexuality all in one big bundle, and that's how I intend to teach my kids. And sort of because of him, or really his sister my mom, I learned how to be a good fag hag, which has probably been more useful than almost anything. Of course, slash wouldn't be possible without the fag to my hag, my own P____, who is luckier than Jeff and Walter were, but only in time. I love you, my own boys.
1: Come to Where the Flavor Is | 2: Where Particular People Congregate | 3: This Is the One They'll Have to Beat | 4: You've Come a Long Way, Baby | 5: Alive with Pleasure | 6: It's What's Upfront That Counts | 7: We'd Rather Fight Than Switch | Missing Scene: Ryan and Simon | 8: So Round So Firm So Fully Packed | Missing Scene: Chris and Blake | 9: Instead of a Sweet | Additional Scene: One Big Circle
( 'It's nice to know that you can still act like a ten-year-old now that you're almost eighty' )
No multimedia here, no next chapter, so I'll use this space to say THANK YOU to all of you who read and enjoyed this story. I can't tell you how much it meant to me, since it's a very different kind of story. Yes, there WILL be a few missing scenes—unlike this story, which was complete when I started posting, they haven't been written yet so I'm not sure when they'll be posted, but look for them!
( After-Notes )