I didn't know you were also a fan of musicals!!! Have you seen/heard Sweeney Todd? (I ask it like that because I never saw it live, but I have heard the full cast recording so many times) It seems right up your alley: a (throat) slasher in a musical. We need more horror musicals, like Carrie and The Rocky Horror Show. If you could turn any horror movie into a musical, which one would you pick? And why?
I am a massive fan of musicals! I love, love, love em so much. I am current still very much into Ride The Cyclone, I just watched it, if you can get the time to I totally recc it, Jane Doe is my personal fave, love her sm. Also anything by Team Starkid, my fave musical literally ever is their show Twisted, The Untold Story Of A Royal Vizer. It's Aladdin but from Jafar's perspective, while also being about the relationship between Disney and Pixar and paraelling Wicked. 10/10 I laugh and cry every time.
Oh I have heard of Sweeney Todd and been a fan of it since high school! The horror/comedy/musical is my fave sub-genre mix when it comes to movies! Repo!, Stage Fright, Dead And Breakfast, I fucking love em but we need more entries into this field!
So I know this question came in a while ago but I really fucking had to think and then the move happened SO!
I think there are two clear options that stand head and shoulders above the rest, I can't pick, so the two I think are most deserving of some musical treatment are-
Scream! Listen. It is already so meta, and funny and extra and theatrical, think Heather's the musical kind of vibe, but I think it could translate really, really well. The costuming would be insane, make it like the Evil Dead musical and advertise the first few rows will get bloody and people will fucking pay to be in those seats, (me). Also they could do a whole new story if they wanted to really, make it akin to Scream 3, make it in universe someone is trying to put on Stab as a musical to add to the already extensive canon in that verse and fucking there you go, total classic.
And the other is Behind The Mask: The Rise Of Leslie Vernon, likeeee, come on now. It would be so good, so much potential there plus like you mean to tell me Leslie himself wouldn't freak out of the prospect and idea of getting a stage/musical adaptation? He so would! He would be over the fucking moon and so would I!
My fave moment, one of the biggest moments in BTM, the one that made me fall for Leslie, when he chokes Taylor up against the van? You mean to tell me that whole scene wouldn't lend itself to an argument via song with like a patter style of singing, getting louder and bigger and more, until he fucking chokes her out and all the music and everything cuts?! Like! THE DRAMA! So quiet you can hear a pin drop as he fucking lays it down and Taylor realizes just how much shit she is in and how serious and dangerous Leslie can be. Fantastic. Also, also I wanna see how they would do the barn burning down at that end.
Thank you so much for this question and I hope it is a satisfying enough response!
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Josie and Jack's Valentine's Day
This is my entry for the Valentine’s Day Shipcest Event. I chose the Not Together Yet prompt, and wrote a short story about how Jack and Josie Raeburn (from the novel Josie and Jack) fake date turned quite real.
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Jack waved the bright red envelopes at me, a pleading look in his eyes. “Come on, Josie! It’s free dinner!”
I shook my head again. “I’m not going to a Valentine’s gala with you. Can’t you just take Lily instead?”
He growled, lips curling upwards, and I knew he was beginning to lose his patience. “She’s the one who bought these damn things before taking off to L.A. with her girlfriends. Since it’s paid for, I might as well go with you.”
Now, that explained why Jack had been in such a sour mood the whole day. His rich girlfriend had gone partying elsewhere without him on Valentine’s Day. Here’s to hoping she doesn’t come back. I shouldn’t hate her so much. She had been giving Jack lots of money and taking us to cool places, but still, I couldn’t stand my brother’s new girlfriend. At least she’s better than the previous whore.
He threw one of the tickets on the table. “Go or don’t go, I don’t care. But there’s no food in this apartment and I am not giving you any money.”
Without waiting for my response, he stomped towards the bathroom and slammed the door shut. In this tiny place we called home, the bathroom was the only room he could sulk on when he felt like throwing a fit.
I sat on the couch for a few minutes, thinking about it before I calmly walked up to the door. “Even if I wanted to go,” I began softly, “what would I wear? I don’t have any dresses.”
There was a click and the door was pulled open. Jack opened a wide grim and took something shiny out of his pockets. Keys. “You don’t, but Lily has.”
* * *
An hour later we were in Lily’s bedroom, Jack sitting in the large twin bed surrounded by discarded clothes as I tried to find a dress that actually fitted me. They must fuck a lot in this bed.
“It’s useless, Jack, they are all too large around the chest”, I said to my brother, finally giving up on the fruitless search. I thought enviously of Lily’s large breasts, which Jack seemed to always be staring at or fondling, and how amazing they looked in low cleavage, while my petite small-breasted frame made everything look ridiculous.
“Calm down, Josie, it’s not the end of the world if they look a bit loose.”
I shot him a ugly look. “I feel like a child playing with her mother’s clothing! Everyone will notice that this dress doesn’t fit me.”
“And what do you care what those people think? You didn’t even want to go.”
I rolled my eyes. It was impossible to explain it to him.
He got up from the bed and placed his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to his chest.
“Hey, little sister, if it means that much to you, we can try to find a sewing kit to adjust it to you.”
I tried to think of Lily sewing anything and shook my head. That girl didn’t know how to hold a needle. “I doubt she has any.”
“In that case I’ll go out and buy one!”, he said in an exasperated tone. “Why do you have to be so pessimistic all of the time?”
“Fine, I’ll search this room, you check the guest bedroom.”
* * *
We had made the best we could with two safety pins, and while the cleavage still seemed too loose around my breasts, at least the sleeveless dress was no longer threatening to slip down my body. It was a simple black dress, which hugged my waist nicely before getting loose around the middle of the thighs, ending just below my knees. Matched with silver high heels, matching gold necklace and earrings, and a clutch purse, I almost fitted in with the rest of the crowd. Almost. My hair was too messy and the make-up I wore was clearly of terrible quality, but I didn’t let that bother me.
Jack, on the other hand, looked handsome in his tux, like he was born to mingle with the elite that surrounded us. Women much older than him stopped to stare at him while we made our way to our seats. Because of course this party had fixed seat arrangements.
There were already two guests seated at our table, and by the purses laying around, I assumed some others had arrived and were now either socialising or dancing.
Like always, Jack took upon himself to start the conversation. “I’m Jack Raeburn, and this is my beloved girlfriend, Lily Crawford.”
I faked a smile and waved. Since there was a guest list, I was passing myself for Lily since we had walked up to the line in front of the large Upper East Side house where the dinner was being held. I had to hope that no one around here actually knew her. Luckily, Lily preferred to surround herself with the poor and the outsiders and was unlikely to ever have shown her face around this posh crowd.
The other couple introduced themselves and Jack made small talk with them while I sat lost in my own thoughts, wishing I was anywhere else.
My brother poked me, pulling my attention back to him. “Yeah, Lily, why don’t you tell them how we met?”
“W-what?”, I stuttered, not quite sure of what to say.
Jack smiled, “Alison and Jason were kindly asking us how we met and came to be such a lovely couple.”
I gave another fake smile and suppressed the urge to kill my brother. “Well, I feel like I’ve known Jack since I was a little girl. Our families are so close that it’s almost as if he’s my brother”, I said in an overly sweet tone.
“What Lily means is that we are childhood friends. But we lost touch for a while and only recently became a couple”, Jack amended.
Alison exclaimed how cute it was and Jason then promptly began to tell their love story, to which I tuned off again. A waiter came around serving champagne, which both Jack and I took a glass. Sometime during the conversation, the other couple had returned and now chatted eagerly with my brother.
The champagne tasted bitter in my mouth, the bubbles tickling my tongue and I finished the glass in one sip, before carefully switching with Jack’s still full one. No one noticed. It was like Dad’s awful department party all over again.
Jack leaned towards me, his mouth close to my ear. “Are you okay?” I nodded, even though I wasn’t. “Why don’t we go dancing?”, he suggested, noticing how desperately I wanted to get away from that table and the conversation.
“Sure,” I said, a small smile opening on my lips.
“If you’ll excuse us, it’s time to take my girl to the dance floor”, Jack announced and the two couples laughed enthusiastically. No matter what he said or did, everyone seemed to love him.
The dance floor was full with other couples moving around at the sound of the orchestra. Jack placed his arms on my waist and, copying what the other women were doing, I placed mine over his shoulders.
“There you go, little sis, just dance with me. Soon they will serve dinner and I can go home with our bellies full without having spent a cent.”
“We should just have eaten whatever Lily had on her fridge.”
Jack wrinkled his nose. “Good luck trying to find anything edible in that house. I’ve never seen that girl cook. Unless you consider mixing vodka and coffee as ‘cooking’.”
I laughed and rested my head on the crook of his neck. The song had gotten slower and without even noticing, I had allowed our bodies to get closer, my chest pressing against his.
Song after song played as we waltzed around the room. Suddenly, the orchestra stopped and a man got up on the stage. The microphone screeched when he tapped on it, testing the sound and I shrinked into my brother as an involuntary reaction to the noise.
“Welcome, welcome, welcome”, the presenter began, each other sounding louder than the previous, “to the tenth annual Éclat Gallery’s Valentine’s Day Gala.”
There was a round of applause and cheers. I had never heard of an Éclat Gallery, nor had known this party was from some art gallery or such.
There were some other announcements and then the man announced a little game. “Whoever the light lands on, has to kiss and will win a bottle of the prized Dom Pérignon Vintage 1996”. I had no idea what that even was, but I supposed it was expensive. A spotlight was turned on and danced around the room, from one side to the other, before stopping on a table towards the back. “Why don’t the young lovely couple show us how it’s done?”
I watched as the woman giggled and the man gave her a chaste kiss on the lips. There was a round of applause and a waiter appeared to hand over a bottle of champagne. The spotlight shifted again, landing on another couple, who once again shared a kiss and took their prize.
“And now, for our final winner!”, the presenter announced. I watched the light moving around the room until I could no longer see where it had stopped. I was flooded with brightness.
I was confused for a moment, but Jack touched my cheeks softly. “Our turn, girlfriend.”
My face burned bright red. I saw the waiter approaching with the bottle. All that was left to do was to kiss. “We can’t!”, I whispered urgently to my brother.
“Come on, just a little peck. And then we get drunk on vintage champagne.”
I closed my eyes and tilted my head to meet his mouth. His lips touched mine, soft and tasting of alcohol. Warmth filled my body and I opened my mouth to allow his tongue in. It was more than a little peck, but I couldn’t stop. Something primal had taken over me and I kissed him in the way I had wanted to all my life.
“Wow, things are getting hot and heavy over in the dance floor”, I heard the presenter say and was brought back to reality. The reality that I was kissing my brother. Because no matter how handsome and charming Jack was, no matter how much I wanted him to touch me like he touched Lily, he was still my brother and I couldn’t allow myself to go down that path.
I pulled away from him, untangling his hands from my dress and charged for the exit. People, shocked by the brutality of my movements, opened the way for me to pass. I made it out of the house and onto the street before I tripped on the ground, the stiletto heel getting caught on a crack in the stone pavement and sending me to the floor.
“Fuck,” I screamed as pain began to burst from my ankle. Just then, I felt the first drops of rain falling from the sky, because of course, things could get even worse. Tears pricked my eyes and I was about to start screaming when I heard Jack calling my name.
“Josie, there you are”, he said walking up to me, Dom Pérignon in hand. His gaze moved to my broken shoe and he knelt down. “Are you hurt?” he asked and I could feel the worry in his tone.
I shrugged. “Just some scrapes. And my ankle is hurting like hell.”
“We need to get you home. You might have broken something.”
The chilly rain made me shiver and, noticing my discomfort, Jack removed his suit jacket and draped it on my shoulders. “There you go, now, wait here as I try to get us a taxi.”
I shook my head. “It’s okay, I’m sure I can wal-”
“No. I’m getting a taxi”, he said, not even letting me finish my sentence.
* * *
Soaked, starving and aching, we finally made it to Lily’s home. The taxi had been paid with the jewellery I had borrowed from Lily, which Jack said she wouldn’t even notice that had gone missing. Jack took some ice and towels and wrapped it around my ankle as I sat patiently by the couch.
“Why did you run?”, he asked me after opening the champagne bottle. We had won, afterall.
“I guess I just panicked. Too many eyes on me”, I said, hoping the lie sounded convincing.
He scooted closer to me on the couch and passed me the bottle after taking a large sip from it. I copied him and let the drink soothe my pain. “It doesn’t taste anything special”, I said after thinking about it for a moment. “We could get the same flavour for a few bucks at the liquor store.”
Jack laughed. “I’m fucking starving. Couldn’t you have waited until dinner was served before running off?”
“You could have stayed”, I answered with a shrug.
“And let my little sister wander New York all by herself? No, I couldn’t do that.” His fingers caressed my exposed skin and I felt at peace. “Seriously, why did you take off like that? Am I such a terrible kisser?”
“Quite the contrary.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Really? Did you like kissing me?”
I could feel my face burning. “I… I did. I….”
“What is it, Josie?”, he asked in a sweet tone I rarely heard.
I couldn’t look at him. Staring at the floor, I forced myself to say the words I had been thinking of since our lips had touched. “I guess I had been wanting to kiss you for a while. I know I shouldn’t but…”
“Me too.”
“What?”
Carefully, he moved my head so our eyes were locked into each other. “Josie, I’ve been wanting you for so long. I want you more than just as a sister.”
The words flooded my heart with relief. Before I could stop myself, I began to sob, feeling the stress and worries of so many years dissolving under his touch. “I love you, Jack. I always have.”
He kissed me, hands exploring all over my body. I no longer felt cold or pain, I only felt him. The dress fell to the floor, along with his clothes. It didn’t matter where we were, only that we were together. As long as I was with my brother, I was safe and at home.
When we finally got too tired, he helped me onto bed and laid by my side. I felt him take my hands into his.
“Will you be my Valentine?”
“Yes, today and forever”, I said with the last remaining strength I had,before closing my eyes and drifting off to sleep.
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