“Kids don’t always understand what they’re wishing for,” she says as she dances up to a fireplace mantel across the room from where she started.
“They know a lot about fun.”
“Not everything.” Writer Lady counters. “Besides your idea of what’s fun changes as you do.” She says as she does the splits. She comments, “That’s going to hurt tomorrow,” as she returns to a standing position. “Can we do something else now?”
The lights dim and a faster song begins playing in the background as Writer Lady finishes wrapping the ball of her foot with some kind of tape. She’s dressed in black from the top of her dance wear to her leg warmers except for her tights which are brightly colored and have freakishly big flowers on them. TP is dressed in jeans and a tank. The faerie is sitting behind a TP sized synthesizer. A brown pit bull terrier looks at Writer Lady adoringly from across the…
“Warehouse? What are we doing in a warehouse?”
“Apartment. It’s a warehouse apartment Sweetie.” Carp’s voice is heard coming from somewhere. “It was stylish and hip for the time. Just close your eyes, listen to the music and…”
“Go away!” TP calls out. “TP’s in charge today!”
“Lord help us all.” Carp says, slamming a magical door as he leaves.
“Maniac” by Michael Sembello begins playing.
Just a steel town girl on a Saturday night…TP sings freakishly well.
Writer Lady begins having her own personal Flashdance moment. “I always wished I could dance like this. I feel so...limber.” Sweat begins raining on arms and shoulders. Hair sticks to her forehead. “Where did all this curly brown hair come from?”
TP ignores her and keeps playing.
She keeps dancing. Her body won’t stop moving. She’s tried stopping seriously. It’s just not working.
The music fades as the song comes to an end.
“Fun?” TP asks.
“Fun.” Writer Lady looks at the faerie, “Is my butt supposed to be this sore?” She looks at TP. “I need a break.” Writer Lady feels herself being pulled to yet another location. She lands in a meadow full of wildflowers. Tall green grass is interspersed with a sea of vibrant reds, yellows purples and blues. She’s now wearing a day dress reminiscent of medieval times. A white gown with a skirt that falls just above her bare ankles with flowing sleeves. An embroidered corset and wreath of flowers with ribbons hanging down her back completes the ensemble.
Better.
She looks at her companions. A white unicorn, a black bear and a mountain lion. An owl rides along on the mountain lion’s back. TP appears fluttering next to her shoulder.
“This is boring, what’s next?” He asks.
“It’s been fun so far. But I need a little bit of time. I just got here, let me savor the moment.”
“TP needs something to do,” the faerie announces fluttering back and forth busily.
“How far are we from a town or a village?” Writer Lady says.
He shrugs.
“Finding out would give you something to do.”
“I don’t wanna.”
“Why not?”
“You told me to. It’s not fun anymore.”
“I’m sorry about that TP, what would be fun for you?”
“Roasting giant marshmallow men. Making lots of smores!”
Writer Lady shakes her head.
“TP going to find something to do.”
“Okay. You do that.” Writer Lady looks at her companions and continues her walk wondering how she got so lucky.
“This walking through a meadow stuff is fun but is this all we’re going to do? TP said there’d be dragons and stuff,” comes from the black bear’s general vicinity.
“Really?” Writer Lady asks.
“Yeah and panthers. I kinda got a thing for panthers.” The mountain lion comments.
“Apparently one only has so much control over one’s own adventure even on a day off.”
“You can’t control everything. If you control everything it’s not an adventure,” the unicorn points out.
“I suppose.”
“What is the purpose your journey?” The tiny owl asks in his high voice.
“Fun.” Writer Lady says.
“What is fun?”
“Hmm...how to define it. Fun is doing something just for amusement. For the enjoyment of it.”
“You’re not doing something to feed yourself or to find shelter?” The bear asks.
“No.”
“Or to maintain territorial lines.” The mountain lion asks.
“No.”
“Or to gain knowledge?” The tiny owl asks.
Writer Lady shakes her head.
“To spread magic?” The unicorn asks.
“Just because it’s fun.”
“I think I should very much like to see this thing called fun.” The mountain lion says.
“You all live in Faerie, don’t you have fun all the time?”
“Don’t we have fun all the time?” The unicorn asks.
“It depends on who you are and where in Faerie you’re currently residing. Being in Faerie doesn’t always guarantee a good time.” The black bear says.
“It does help to have some new blood.” The mountain lion says. “Will you show us some of this fun?”
“I’m sure Faerie fun is a bit different than Earth fun. I’ve lost my way a bit when it comes to Earth fun.”
“Show us your idea of fun.”
Writer Lady’s cheeks turn a soft pink. “That’s the problem, I’m no sure I know what fun is anymore.”
TP appears on the unicorn’s head. The faerie sings as he dances around the creature’s horn. “Time to do something big!”
Writer Lady becomes conscious of the song that had been playing in the back of her mind. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“That’s not what your brain said. We just want to have fun!” The faerie calls.
Extremely familiar music begins to play in the background.
TP spins around. When he stops spinning he’s wearing a brightly colored strapless dress with a full skirt trimmed in gold. He has bright orange hair and is wearing heavy dangly earrings. TP flies over to Writer Lady and flutters in front of her. “Does the woman of the day want to play in the video or join the parade?”
Her brow furrows as she remembers Cyndi Lauper’s iconic video. “I don’t remember a parade. There was a conga line at one point but no parade.”
“Are you sure about that?” He asks. “Bueller.” TP says giggling.
“Bueller.” The bear repeats as if he’s trying the new word out.
“Bueller.” The tiny owl says.
“Bueller?” Writer Lady says as she recalls what TP is referring to. “No. I am not doing that.”
“It’s okay TP will make it way better.”
The opening notes of “Girls Just Want To Have Fun,” plays in the background.
A Writer Lady size dust devil appears at her feet and begins working its way up the length of her body. When it disappears she looks just like TP.