I’ve
been rattling around in my head a story that I started a few weeks ago after a
dream (see post “Dreams, Music,and the Royal family … a fun combination …” I keep wondering what would
have happened next had I not been woken up by my evil alarm clock. However
every time I start to write it I feel … odd. I don’t know Shannon or Ryan and
I certainly don't know any of the Royal family, heck I've never even shown a big interest in the comings and goings of the Royal family. It seems weird to be writing about “real” people. I’ve always felt weird about
“fan fiction” cause it implies I know more about these people than I do. It’s
one thing when I’m writing about characters I’ve created and can literally do
anything I want with them, but these are real people, with real feelings, who
might one day find this post and either hate me or love me, and since I love
them so much the idea of their “hate” makes me sad and gives me writer’s block.
So
… Shannon, Ryan, Harry, Katherine, all of you mentioned below, please forgive me but I have to get this out of my head so I
can once again think like a semi normal person, what’s sad is I see this as a four
part piece, however before I get ahead of myself let’s see how this one goes
before I start talking about a third one let alone a forth one.
The
sequel to Dreams, Music, and the Royal family … a fun combination …
"Connections"
Prince
Phillip walked into the sitting room at Bukcingham Palace and is surprised to
find Prince Harry with his back to him. “Oh Harry so good to see you!” Harry
continues to stare ahead unresponsive. “Harry?” It’s very unlike the Prince to
completely ignore someone. As Phillip gets closer he notices that Harry is
wearing headphones and holding his electronic device that Phillip notices Harry
spends a lot of time with. He sits in a nearby chair and once again addresses
the Prince. No response. Playfully Phillip kicks out at the chair then laughs
as Harry almost falls out of it.
“You
scared me sir!” Harry yells across the room, louder than he would have if his
ear buds would be at a normal volume.
“I
wouldn’t have if you’d take those blasted things out of your ears!” Phillip
replies pointing to the side of his head. "I swear you'll go deaf!"
“My
bad, I was watching a video. I’m waiting on Will. Since George came along the
always punctual one is always late!” then he grins to himself, “Who knew I’d
turn out to be the reliable one around here.”
Phillip
grins, “What were you listening to?” Knowing better than to remind the young
Prince how many times William sat in the same chair far less patient waiting on
Harry.
“Oh,
Haley and Michaels posted another video online. This time it’s a cover of a
song called “You’ve Got a Friend” I can’t get their voice out of my head.
They blend perfectly together.”
“Ah
yes I too like to listen to the album that Katherine bought me, Lights
is my personal favorite.” Then he looks over to the door to see if anyone was
listening, “have you called them yet?”
Harry
sighs and slumps down in the chair, “No, I’m not sure what to say. We haven’t
really finalized anything for the benefit yet, like dates or anything, so what do
I say, ‘hey guys I love your music want to commit to a benefit happening
sometime possibly in London, but we aren’t sure when, where, or how yet.!?’ That seems
amateurish. I would like to have more details for them so it doesn’t come off
as one of their friends playing a trick on them.”
William
started to walk into the room, Phillip stood up patted Harry on the shoulder,
“Then get to work!” and walked out the way William came in.
William
took the seat left by Phillip, “What was that about?”
Harry
looked up, “oh nothing we were talking about the benefit”
Looking
at his tablet, “Still haven’t figured out how to call them yet huh?! Pathetic.”
As he stood up to leave for their charity engagement, “Let’s go
we’ll be late!”
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That
afternoon Harry and William arrive back at the Palace to get ready for an early
dinner engagement. As they started up the stairs to change they heard the
squeal of a young voice and a tired mommy, “George get back here!” Harry smiled
as William took the stairs three at a time.
Harry
rounded the corner to see a disheveled Kate standing over George keeping
William at bay. “No he’s going to listen to me, now George get up and come back
to your room, NOW!” seeing he was beaten George sat up, looked towards his
father who shook his head and then saw Harry. “HARRY!”
“No
not Harry, you can’t play with Harry until you go to your room and pick up your
toys and get ready for dinner! Now go!”
“Sorry
buddy” Harry waved “see you soon!” as he turned his back on this and headed to
get ready. He saw Kate send him a grateful smile as he turned to walk away.
Some days I’m glad I’ve not done that yet, he thinks as he unlocks his room,
then thinks of George falling asleep in his lap after a book and remembers it
isn’t always bad.
That
evening before the state dinner hosted by the Queen, Harry finds himself
standing with Kate as they waited in the receiving room waiting on the Queen
and Phillip to arrive, “William says you still haven’t contacted Haley and
Michaels. It’s not like you to be shy!” Kate turns to look her brother-in-law
in the eyes, “What’s up?!”
“Details
Duchess…details.” He watches her squirm a little at the use of her formal
title, one she’s never quite gotten used to. “It’s difficult to sign a group to
a commitment when frankly there’s nothing to commit to yet. As chairs of this
event I was hoping we could tentatively come up with a date tonight.”
She
stood there for a moment thinking as William called her over to meet someone,
she nodded to him and walked away. Harry was struck by how much his
Sister-in-Law and brother had grown into quite the picture of a Royal Couple.
She supported him when necessary, but could also hold her own in any room. Mom
would have been proud he thought and not for the first time.
That
evening at dinner Harry makes a point of sitting next to Kate. Typically at a dinner
like this they all divide and conquer the room so each guest gets what Harry
calls the “Royal treatment” but tonight he’s got business to discuss with Kate.
As
the first course is sat in front of them and the chatter around the table picks
up, Kate turns to Harry, “May, I’m thinking May before it gets too hot or the weather starts turning on us.
Obviously not this May, because that’s just crazy as I'm not going to be able to help much with the new baby coming, but next May. That gives us
a year to really promote the benefit, get some sponsors, and sign up as many
artist as we can. I think we need to include people on the stage as well as
people around the grounds, like painters. Some of the kids that we meet on a
daily basis can be showcased and really make it about the children who will be
helped by this benefit. I also think that the stage should be shared with
amateur artist as well as established artist and every group in between. A
mixture will get a variety of people on board and interested.” She paused as
she ate her salad. “Harry?” after he said nothing.
He
was just starring at her, “May….yeah ok.”
“Now
call them get them as the first group signed to the benefit I can’t imagine
they will tell you no.” He doesn’t respond, “Harry…you do know how to contact
them right?”
He
looks at her shrugs his shoulder, “Not really” wishing that he didn’t blush so
easily.
Kate
pulls out her phone, under the table, pulls up their website and sends it to
Harry as a text that says “start here silly!” Then goes back to enjoying her
dinner and talking to the guest to her other side.
The
next day Harry started with the “contact us” portion of the website and started
typing up the e-mail. It was a short e-mail for the time he spent on it. He
wanted it to be right, not too creepy but also not very fanish. He wanted to sound professional. He read it
one last time and hit send feeling that a weight was lifted from his shoulders,
as Kate said he’s not usually this uptight about things. He heard the now
familiar squeal from down the hall and went to play with his nephew the one person
who never turns him down.
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So
there it is, this one took on a life of it’s own and ended up being different
than what was in my head when I started writing but decided to run with it and let the words fall where they will.
BTW
that song mentioned by Harry that Haley and Michaels posted , "You’ve got a friend" is real and can
be found on their Facebook page it's fantastic.
Marcy
