Fitzwilliam Darcy, Rock Star (68 page)
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Authors: Heather Lynn Rigaud
Tags: #Romance, #Music, #Contemporary
“You know,” Darcy continued, “I thought I was the boss.”
Charles grinned. “Well, you were. But you know, Jane…”
“Gives better head?” Richard piped in.
“Exactly.”
The house fell apart. Backstage Elizabeth, Charlotte, and Jane were doubled over laughing. A full minute passed before Darcy could continue, partially because the first time he tried to talk, he lost his control and started laughing himself, which set everyone else off again.
When he did regain control, he said, “Okay, let’s see what the bosses have to say.”
Jane caught her cue and she took a headset from Caroline. “Charles,” she drawled, her voice filling the stage.
“Your call, ladies,” Charles began. “Do we play it or pass?”
“We wouldn’t want to offend you,” Darcy added.
Elizabeth gave Jane a thumbs-up. “Oh, you are playing it.”
“You’re sure?”
“It’s your penance,” Jane added menacingly. “Don’t screw up.”
Richard laughed, “You boys are fuuuuucked!”
Laughter erupted again and Darcy nodded, careful not to turn his back. “I think you are right.”
Darcy began the riff to the song as Charles started singing to Jane. They didn’t screw up. They were electric and exciting and words that had once provoked such pain and hurt now were rendered harmless.
As the girls returned to their usual place before the monitors, Elizabeth asked, “Where’s Alex?” noticing him missing for the first time.
Jane’s face sobered and she looked at Charlotte. “He’s not here,” she said uneasily.
Elizabeth faced Charlotte. “What?” she asked.
“Lizzy, you’ve been through a lot today, maybe we should leave this for tomorrow.”
“What’s going on?” she demanded.
“Lizzy, Char’s right. We’re going to have a meeting with him tomorrow,” Jane said, her eyes full of affection. “Let it go for now.”
Elizabeth looked from Jane to Charlotte and nodded slowly, surprising herself with her ability to trust.
***
The three men stood together, as close as brothers, their long, lean bodies weary with exertion, shimmering with sweat in the bright stage lights, their long arms hanging at their sides, holding their instruments ready.
Charles talked to the audience with trust and ease, as though they were his best friends. When he called their names, Elizabeth, Jane, and Charlotte moved back onstage, crossing the line from invisibility to visibility. They took their positions near their lovers, to play the song they had all written together.
They decided to perform “The Game of Love” between sets, to celebrate the huge changes that had occurred among all of them and also as a statement of vindication. Elizabeth was free and cleared; Wickham would never trouble them again. That alone was worthy of being acknowledged, and they had no better way than with their music.
The audience roared as Elizabeth playfully took Darcy’s dark glasses and put them on, winning a bright smile from him. Jane took Charles’s place at center stage, as he stood nearby, and Richard and Charlotte arranged themselves behind a huge percussion display. A look was passed around them, silently communicating, and with Charlotte’s cymbal, they were off.
Darcy played for Elizabeth, as he had the last time. The difference was that she was now receptive to him and was in fact playing back to him. The song was like a duet of the two guitars, electric and acoustic, their voices dancing around each other, even as Darcy’s and Elizabeth’s bodies circled each other.
Elizabeth started singing with Jane, encouraging Darcy to serenade her, which he did, manfully playing to the two sisters as Charles played his bass on their other side. Richard and Charlotte were easily performing their own dance, moving with perfect timing across their instruments, sharing a smile and wink.
The song ended too quickly, yet they were pleased with their performance. They had given something special of themselves to the audience, who thanked them with wild cheering and applause. It was clear to everyone in the crowd that this was much more than two bands simply playing together. This was in fact one entity, a being with six faces.
***
Later, after the show and back at the loft, Elizabeth picked up her carton of take-out and her chopsticks and followed Darcy to the bed. She was emotionally exhausted, but her body was still fairly awake. She figured she needed Darcy and bed, in that order.
Darcy was already stretched out on the bed, wearing his black T-shirt and gray shorts, looking delightfully comfy. Elizabeth took off her pants, her shoes long ago discarded, and settled down next to him. They ate, sharing each other’s food and talking lightly of the performance.
Shyly, Darcy asked, “You liked your song?”
Elizabeth felt like her face would split, she smiled so hard. “I loved it. Couldn’t you tell?”
“Well…” he blushed.
Elizabeth put her food down and reached for him, cuddling close. “I couldn’t believe you sang for me.”
“I would do anything for you,” he told her earnestly. “I wanted everyone to know that I love you, completely and unconditionally.” He stopped and took her hand and kissed it. “You have changed me, and I’ll always be grateful.”
Elizabeth looked into his eyes, seeing more there than words could ever say. “You changed me too, you know.”
“Did I? I hadn’t noticed. I was too busy discovering how wonderful you are.”
Elizabeth blushed at his flattery and lifted her lips to his. He kissed her adoringly, pressing close to her and feeling their legs tangle together. He released her lips to kiss her neck, and she tilted her head absently, her body roiling with sensations while her mind was in a distant place. “Are we going to be okay?” she asked.
“We’re going to be fine,” he told her, his voice certain, even though he didn’t fully understand her question.
“What’s going to happen?” she asked, her eyes troubled. Feelings of uncertainty born during her incarceration came back, demanding to be answered.
Darcy didn’t understand what prompted her fears, but he perceived them clearly. “We are going to be together, you and me. We’re going to finish out this tour, and then we’ll do whatever we want to, but,” he gripped her hand tightly, “we will do it together.”
She closed her eyes. “Hold me,” she pleaded.
Darcy pulled her close, cradling her. “Darling, didn’t you hear my song? That was for you. I love you, and I always will.”
“I know,” she whispered, “and I love you. But… what if we are separated? We are both rock stars now and that’s not a very good career track for a relationship.”
“Then screw the careers,” he told her fiercely. “If it’s a question of Slurry or you, I pick
you
. I don’t need to be a rock star. Hell, I don’t ever need to work a day again. But I do need you. I found that out last night.” He stopped, his eyes downcast. “Lizzy, I love you, and I don’t care if rock star marriages don’t work. If the rules don’t work for me, I change them, and you and I are going to work.” His eyes were burning into hers as he finished.
“Marriage?” Elizabeth gasped.
Darcy’s mouth fell open and for a heartbeat he was back at the disastrous morning a month ago. He searched Elizabeth’s eyes for a sign of what she was feeling, and then gathering his courage, he spoke. “Elizabeth Bennet, will you please marry me?”
Elizabeth trembled, shocked and speechless. She looked at him questioningly.
“I know,” he said in a calmer voice. “It hasn’t been very long for us, has it? But I’ve loved you for so long, I can’t even tell you when I started. And I know you, Elizabeth. I’ve seen you when you are angry, and tired, and bitchy. I’ve known you when you are sad and upset, and I’ve known you when you are so happy you literally dance on your feet with joy. I’ve seen you in every way, and I love you. I know that I don’t want to miss a moment of you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you being happy and sad and grumpy because you haven’t gotten your coffee yet.” He smiled then turned serious again. “Please, Elizabeth. I know you love me, and I can’t see living my life without you. Please say yes.”
Elizabeth felt her emotions tossed like a tiny boat on the ocean with his words, but in the end, she knew he was right. She did love him and wanted nothing more than to be with him, and she knew he felt the same. It didn’t matter to her whether they married or not, but it clearly did to him, and suddenly the answer was easy. “Yes, my love, yes.”
He crushed her to him, kissing her like he could never get enough. Elizabeth responded, feeling unexpectedly happy and comforted in his embrace. They made love, slowly and gently, reaffirming their feelings for each other throughout the night, until exhaustion claimed them.
***
Tuesday morning found them back at JFK Airport, the same place they had left from four months ago. The plane was different; instead of the De Bourgh corporate jet, they had a chartered airliner, and instead of watching Darcy arrive, she sat beside him in their limo. Despite the familiarity of having done this before, Elizabeth was struck by a powerful sense of distance as she climbed the steps to the plane, a pair of sunglasses on her face, her guitars in her hands. She had changed so much and become a new person in so many ways. Gone were the nervous uncertainty and the forceful need to prove herself. Elizabeth walked with a confidence that came from knowing who she was and what her strengths were.
Darcy was right behind her, and this time she did not hesitate to move to the front of the plane. Instead of a group of strangers onboard, Elizabeth was happy to find that she knew almost everyone there. She smiled as people called out greetings to her, and surprisingly, to Darcy as well. As she waved, Elizabeth felt the sense of responsibility for them that Darcy had told her about so long ago. But she didn’t find it overwhelming. She knew that they all wanted to be there, to share in their journey and go wherever it might take them.
She passed Richard and Charlotte, who were relaxing with a pair of PSPs plugged into each other. By some rare miracle, Charles and Jane had arrived on time and were holding each other’s hands in preparation for takeoff. Elizabeth said good morning and took her seat next to Darcy. As the plane started moving, he laced his fingers with hers and they shared a tender kiss, the light in his eyes telling her how happy he was.
“Are you ready?” he asked, his voice as always soft and strong.
Elizabeth smiled at the question. She was ready for whatever was next. “Let’s go,” she answered him, as the plane took off.
“For MTV News, I’m Mark Cole.
“It was destined to be the wedding of the season, the widely publicized nuptials of Slurry lead singer Charles Bingley to Long Borne Suffering’s Jane Bennet, but it turned into so much more. In this MTV Valentine’s Day special we are going to talk to the members of Slurry and Long Borne Suffering about what happened on that day, January 24, 2011. But first, let’s watch the video.”
The tape first shows Charles, Richard, and Darcy waiting at the front of a tastefully decorated church. They are all wearing dark suits. Flowers are everywhere. The music starts and the congregation stands. All eyes are on Jane as she enters the church on the arm of Mr. Bennet. She is wearing a sleeveless white gown with a pink ombré and carrying a bouquet of white tulips. At the front of the church, she takes Charles’s arm, and they move slightly to the left as the congregation murmurs and turns.
Charlotte now enters the church with her father. The crowd is growing louder but Charlotte smiles happily at Richard. She is wearing a slim, white sheath with sheer bell sleeves that reveal her tattoos. She is carrying a modern-looking arrangement of purple and white orchids. She takes her place next to Richard and they move slightly to the right.
The congregation has grown silent as the music plays on and Darcy is waiting alone at the front of the church. Then the doors open once more and Elizabeth emerges with her father, who clearly slipped around to the front of the church again. She wears a classically styled wedding gown in ivory with a full skirt and fitted bodice and carries red roses. She smiles archly at the gasps as she takes her place next to Darcy. The three couples stand together for a long moment and then turn, and the ceremony starts.
Mark Cole: “With me in our Times Square studio, just back from their Hawaiian honeymoon, are Charles and Jane Bingley, Fitzwilliam Darcy and Elizabeth Bennet, and Richard and Charlotte Fitzwilliam.”
The camera pans to each couple, who are looking relaxed, tanned, and happy.
“Let me start by congratulating you all, and I have to ask, why a surprise triple wedding?”
The couples laugh.
Darcy: “Well, Charles and Jane were the first ones to set a date, and because of Jane’s condition, we felt that would be best.”
Quiet laughter as Jane pats a very pregnant tummy.
Richard (interrupting): “Don’t believe him. Will was actually dying to get married all through the tour. We kept expecting Will and Lizzy to announce that they had snuck off to a justice of the peace’s office at breakfast one morning.”
More laughter.
Mark: “Will, is this true?”
Darcy (looking slightly embarrassed, with Elizabeth teasingly looking on): “Yes.”
More laughter
. “I’m the kind of person who, once I make up my mind, I want to do something right away.”
He looks at Elizabeth
. “Lizzy had other ideas.”
Elizabeth: “Oh great! Now millions of women are looking at the TV and calling me an idiot. Thank you very much.”
Darcy kisses Elizabeth.
Mark (trying to get them back on topic): “So, when did you decide to have a surprise wedding?”
Charlotte: “We finished touring in December, before the holidays, and we immediately got to work on Jane’s wedding.”
Mark: “No break?”
Charlotte: “No break. Richard and I saw how much work the wedding was and what a nightmare it was turning into, and at one point we just looked at each other and said, ‘We’re never gonna do this again.’”
Richard: “So the idea came to us that since Jane and Charles were already doing all the work and since everyone we would want at our wedding would already be at theirs, why not just save ourselves the headache and piggyback onto it?”
Charles (smiling): “Yeah, let us do all the dirty work.”
Mark (looking at Darcy and Elizabeth): “And you basically had the same thoughts?”
Elizabeth (nodding): “That was it. It was a funny coincidence of timing, because we all came up with the same idea on the same day. I was talking to Jane about the idea while Char and Richard were talking to Charles.”
Darcy: “We decided to keep it a secret because we knew otherwise the news coverage would get out of control.”
Mark: “Now, about the timing, is it true that you all met each other on the same night, and you all proposed on the same day?”
Charles: “Within twelve hours of each other, I think.”
Mark: “When was that?”
Charles: “That was six months ago, back in August. We were playing at the Garden, here in the city.”
Mark (continuing with Jane): “Is it true that you proposed to Charles, Jane?”
Jane (smiling beautifully): “Yes, it is. But in my defense, I have to say it was before I was pregnant.”
Charles smiles warmly at her.
Charles: “Not that it would have mattered.”
Mark: “You’ve just completed a heavy four months of touring. During that time, not only were you performing, but you were also starting your own label, Pemberley Records. What can you tell us about that?”
Sighs and laughter from everyone.
Richard: “I’ll tell you, it was a great experience that I hope we’ll never have to repeat.”
Everyone nods.
“There’s nothing in the world like touring and performing every night, but it takes a lot out of you. We had the additional complications of Jane’s condition and our fairly new relationships, so there was something different every day.”
He smiles.
“I will say that we never could have made it without each other’s support and the support of an absolutely amazing team of people we have working with us.”
Mark: “Richard, your marriage surprised a lot of people. Many people said you would never settle down.”
Richard: “My mother being one of them.”
Laughter.
“I was actually in a pretty bad place during the first half of the tour. I was doing some really self-destructive things and it was during the break in July that I realized I had to stop and turn myself around or I would lose everything.”
His fingers lace with Charlotte’s
. “I was lucky in that I found someone who wasn’t willing to give up on me and that I have this great group of friends who have helped and stood by me every day.”
Charlotte says nothing but squeezes his hand.
Mark (referring to notes): “You all honeymooned together?”
Jane: “Yes, at Richard’s condo in Honolulu.”
Mark: “It’s unusual for people, even members of a group, to be so close.”
Charlotte: “Don’t get the wrong idea. I’ve seen department stores smaller than that condo. We didn’t see Will and Lizzy for five days straight.”
Laughter
.
Darcy (looking cool while Elizabeth blushes): “We’re very close.”
Richard: “We are all related now, through marriage. We made a chart when we were touring.”
Charlotte: “There’s a lot of down time on the road.”
Richard: “A
lot
of down time. But we made a chart and we figured that Charles and Char were the most distantly related but that we’re all one big family.”
Elizabeth (to Richard): “How did that go again?”
Richard (pointing): “Charles to Char is my cousin’s wife’s brother-in-law.”
Mark: “So, what is coming next for you?”
Darcy: “We’re all going out to California. Both groups have new songs to record.”
Mark: “This past year has given you some inspiration?”
Darcy: “You might say that.”
Elizabeth: “We, LBS, need to get our next CD recorded before Jane gives birth in May.”
Charlotte: “We
hope
we have until May.”
Jane: “Speak for yourself.”
Laughter
.
Darcy: “We’re going to be producing LBS’s next CD, and then we’ll record our own.”
Mark: “Why California?”
Darcy (smiling ruefully): “Because that’s what Charles wants.”
Charles: “You want to stay in New York in this weather?”
He smiles, then pats Jane’s tummy.
“These are West Coast babies; they are going to be born where they belong.”
Mark: “Do you know what you are having?”
Jane: “We know one of them is a boy, and the other one is shy.”
Elizabeth: “Once we have the next CDs recorded, Richard, Charlotte, Fitzwilliam, and I will return to New York to finish up all the details for Pemberley and give Charles and Jane some downtime with the babies. Then we’ll have the formal launch of Pemberley Records. At that time, we’ll be announcing other groups that are signed to the label, but right now we are still working out the legal details.”
Mark: “And when will this be happening?”
Darcy: “We anticipate sometime this summer.”
Mark: “That sounds like you have quite a bit of work planned.”
Charles: “We’re really fortunate in the team of people we have working for us, because it’s a lot of work. What you see here”—
gestures to indicate the group
—“wouldn’t be possible if it weren’t for our team.”
Mark: “And some of them are family members, too?”
Charlotte (laughing): “That’s right, my brother Alex is the general manager at Pemberley and Charles’s sister Caroline manages both the bands.”
Richard: “We’re always busy, but that’s good. The worst thing in this business is to do nothing. Right now we’re in a really good place, both business-wise and creatively, to do the things we’ve always wanted to do.”
Mark: “Lizzy, Charlotte, Jane, it’s been a little over a year since your first CD was released, less than a year since you met Slurry. Some people have called your story a ‘modern-day fairy tale.’ Did you ever imagine you would be here?”
Jane: “We always knew we had the talent and the drive. And I will admit that before we met Slurry, I didn’t know if we were ever going to make it really big. But when I met Charles, and he asked me to sing with him, I knew that our lives would be different.”
Charlotte: “It
is
like a fairy tale. I read the news reports and even I can’t believe it. I mean, the three members of a girl group marrying the three members of a rock band. That just sounds so hokey. If you tried to sell our story to a movie studio, they’d just laugh, so I try to forget about all that and stay grounded in the here and now. It isn’t hard to do when you are living out of a tour bus and wondering when you’ll next get a chance to do your laundry.”
Elizabeth: “I never thought this would happen, and in truth, I fought it the longest. I wanted LBS to make it on our own, but in the end, I knew that this was the way it was going to go.”
Elizabeth smiles at Darcy
. “And I’m glad it did.”
Darcy: “Me too.”
Mark: “We are almost out of time here, but do you have anything to add on how Slurry has grown?”
Darcy (slowly): “I started Slurry as a way of coping with the loss of my parents. Over time it’s not just helped me deal with the loss of my family, but it’s become my family, both figuratively and now literally. It’s surpassed everything I ever imagined for it, and it just continues to grow. I’m humbled by what we have created and the lives we have touched. It was a long, hard road to get here, but this past year has been very healing, for Slurry as a band and for its individual members. We’re now stronger and able to move on to the next level, whatever that may bring.”
Mark: “I want to thank you all for coming to talk to us about what is being called the ‘wedding of the year’ and about what we can expect from Slurry and Long Borne Suffering. I’d like to wish you all good luck with your future and a happy Valentine’s Day.”
Cut away from the studio and play “Journey to You” video while the credits roll.
The End
