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Christmas Stars Glow Brightest (A fanfic one-shot)

Discussion in 'Fan Fiction and Fan Art' started by Beauregard, Dec 22, 2011.

  1. Beauregard Well-Known Member

    It has been years since I set pen to paper with Muppets (or rather, set fingers to keyboard) but for some reason this season, this Christmas and with the new Muppet movie, my love for them has found a new life and I wanted to share in the excitement with a little one-shot story of my own.

    Christmas Stars Glow Brightest

    Scotch tape.

    It shouldn’t be this hard to find the end of the scotch tape, but the brown, fluffy haired creature twisted the roll of tape around and around in his paws attempting to catch the stuck-down end under a finger, to pull a little off in order to finish wrapping the one gift that he would be giving her that year.

    Not that it really mattered.

    She already had gifts. Goodness only knew how many. He had noticed, on his weekly trips to her apartment, that the stack of presents had been steadily growing since mid November. Vacuuming the thickly piled rug carpet had become more of a chore than usual as he had to manoeuvre around large ribboned boxes with designer labels. Marc Jacobs. Chanel. Chocolate from Ghirardelli with a signature on the box. They were all there. Her closest and dearest friends and admirers had each sent something over the months leading up to the big day.

    Christmas day.

    The present day.

    But he had made the gift himself. As he had every year ever since he had first seen her on stage, draped across a piano, wrapped in a feather boa, singing her heart out as a dog played the piano and a chorus of chicken surrounded her, backing her voice with their vocal clucking, but never over powering her because she was the star. Oh, and what a star she was! What a bright star! The kind that you can feel bringing that warm glow of stardom even by standing near them, or clearing up after them. After all, she...the star...could never have been seen on this stage if it were littered with the feathers fallen from boas, and chickens, past. And so he swept the stage, and mopped the stage, pushing the piano back along the stage and out of the way so that he could dust and sweep and mop below it, then pulling it back into place for tomorrow’s performance. He was always clearing away, making the dull wood gleam a little brighter...a brightness that was still dull when taken against the star power that tapped, skated, chased and was chased, exploded, slithered, cart-wheeled or was cart-wheeled across this stage every night...but a brightness none the less. Still, the stage itself was just a stage and he swept it into a blank canvas every night so that every day the stars could pour themselves back upon it, creating something new and divine and glowing which he would watch from backstage as they shone like the stars that they were.

    The present this year was a new photograph of the star, in a red satin dress with golden blonde girls bouncing off her glowing cheeks, her hand pressed to her face in faux surprise as the camera had clicked and photographers had sycophanted to her needs and wants and wishes and desires. He had been there at the photo shoot, carrying cables, packing up cameras, moving the lights when needed.

    He’d also cleared up the mess of fountain pens and discarded envelopes from a mountain of fanmail that she had responded too from her dressing room, later that day, signing the photos and sending them to an admiring audience. He had found one of the photos left on her desk and smiled himself at the signature she had put there, “Vous are a star, like moi! – Kissy kissy, Miss Piggy.”

    And so he had kept the photo and made a frame from the items he had collected over the last few years, a popsicle stick from the shoot with the shrimp for The Muppets new website, a pair of goggles that the blue weirdo had used in a scene where he was diving from an elevator, a drumstick that had been broken in rehearsals for Bohemian Rhapsody, the kind of things that were disguarded by the group, but precious to their fans because they meant something...connected to unique memories of their stars.

    He had taken the best of those memories of the Muppets comeback and glued them together as a frame for the photo image of Miss Piggy which now he wrapped carefully in brown paper and stuck up with scotch tape.

    Although he had keys to her house, being janitor and all, it wouldn’t feel right to just let himself in there this late at night on Christmas Eve, and so he let himself out the janitor’s exit of the high-rise in New York where the Muppets had been residing of late, out onto the fire escape where ladders zigzagged up the side of the building to the roof where he climbed carefully across the tiles towards an air-conditioning maintenance hatch that would make do in place of a chimney.

    Dressed all in red, with a Santa’s hat where his white cap was usually tucked on his head, he carefully lowered himself through the entrance of the air-conditioning, crawling along maintenance tubes that he had traversed many times before on cleaning errands when the stars were too hot or too cold and needed something adjusting in order to maintain their starry prowess.

    Reaching the hatch to her room, he paused and then carefully unscrewed the panel which could be lifted out as he lowered himself down to the carpeted floor beside the expansive overflow of Christmas presents that were gathered beneath her tree. He wouldn’t have been surprised to find a sable, or an out of space convertable, light blue, or even a yacht buried in there somewhere, let alone the deed to a platinum mine. All these gifts were from great men and women throughout the world of the stars. Helen Mirren had sent over a traditionally British Christmas pudding with a healthy dose of Brandy and was decorated with elegant holly leaves and red ribbon. Celine Dion had gifted what appeared to be the huge prop diamond from the movie Titanic in a glass case.

    Sighing, he sat back and gazed at the presents for a minute, dressed as Santa, one of the most important men of all, but feeling a little insignificant himself. His brown paper package tied up with string seemed forlorn beside decorations bought at Tiffany’s. But still, he had made it this far, and he wasn’t about to give it up so he placed his gift carefully beside the others and crept into the hall towards the exit.

    For a moment, he thought he heard a woman’s voice speaking from the bathroom, faint but stern, as if spoken to one’s self, saying, “Vous are a star, Miss Piggy. You are. Remember that. You owe it to vous fans. You owe it to vous-self. Yes, vous, are a star.”
    So he paused with his hand on the door handle, about to let himself out. Certainly, he already knew she was a star, so he wondered why she would be awake so late at night, maybe looking at herself in the mirror reminding herself over and over of that fact that is so clear to see to anyone who looked at her. Not wanting to intrude any further, he left her appartment and made his way back down to his flat in the basement.

    The next morning, he awoke to find that, much to his surprise, he had not been the only Santa creeping about the building that night it seemed, as there, at the foot of his bed, tucked deep into a woollen stocking with a hole in the toe, was a gift in pink paper with a huge pink bow.

    Ripping it eagerly open, he stared and then blinked at the gift inside and then felt a warm glow that started in his hands and burned merrily through his whole body to his glistening eyes. As there in a sparkling, gilt silver photo frame was an autographed photo of his idol Miss Piggy and the words in her delicate sprawl stated, “Dearest Beauregard, Thank vous for all vous do for us every year, vous may be the brightest star of us all! Kissy kissy. Miss Piggy. xxx
  2. We Got Us Active Member

    This is amazing, beautiful stuff about a character that seriously needs more attention. Love it!! Thanks so much for coming back to writing, your amazing at it and I'd love to learn from you and the other experts! Ok....yeah, wow. I have the sneaking feeling my sister is going to make a very LOUD squeaking noise as soon as she reads this. Still, since that is the sign of a approval in our home... >scurries off to find sister<
  3. Beauregard Well-Known Member

    Thanks Wuggoo! Hi Wuggoo's sister. I remember an amazing artist from the board named Effy once drew Beauregard AS Santa and that inspired this story a bit. Speaking of which, I MUST look up that thread sometime because I know you and your sister would LOVE her many many Beauregard pictures!
  4. TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    Wait, wait. BEAUREGARD... Muppet Central member BEAUREGARD... is posting Muppet fanfiction... in 2011?

    ...IT'S A CHRISTMAS MIRACLE!

    And I suddenly remember why the need to nag you for story was the primary reason I joined MC in the first place, once upon a time. (Remember when you kept forgetting you had a story going?)

    I will comment more later when I am not wrestling with a very simple yet overly-complicated recipe that I promised for my mother...
  5. Beauregard Well-Known Member

    Was it something to do with Beauregard, a Rainbow, an alternate land that he came from and an evil queen who could stop time?

    But, yes, go butter those peanut balls! Or something... or whatever it was you were doing...
  6. newsmanfan Well-Known Member

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    Wow. This is beautiful! :)

    True to character(s), touching, and well-crafted. BRAVO!

    You know, although I'm something of a language purist and hate it when people try to make verbs out of nouns, your use of "sycophanted" I actually like. Nice choice!

    And yes -- those wonderful shows, at ANY theatre, could never happen night after night were it not for the dedicated crew who cleans up, polishes, tidies, organizes. Having many times been one of those folk, it made me happy to see you treating the underrated Beau with the dignity he deserves. Again, BRAVO! :)

    This is very sweet. Thank you for posting it.
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  7. Bannanasketch Active Member

    Okay, I haven't read this yet and I will but I have to say something! This is the Best MC Christmas ever. Prawnie, Toga, and now Beu all have new christmas fanfics up! Am I in some kind of crazy dream???
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  8. Fersureitsjess Active Member

    Beautiful! I really really enjoyed it! ;)
  9. Beauregard Well-Known Member

    Its a Christmas MIRACLE!!! (Also, yes, we are in your dreams...now build it and we will come)

    Beau-tiful. I get it. *sniggers*
  10. Muppetfan44 Active Member

    Wonderful one-shot Beauregard! Very sweet-and definitely something that Beau and Piggy would do-it's stories like this that remind me how much I love being on this forum and how much I love Christmas.

    I always try to make sure I give a card or a small gift to people in my life that always do their best and pull miracles out of their hats at the last minute, yet always seem to be underappreciated: Administrative assistants, nurses, janitors, security guards- these people do so much yet are so taken for granted- no matter where I go or where I work- these people are always very kind and graciuos to me and I definitely tell them that during the holidays-Never forget to tell people how much their work means to you and that they have value- I promise that it's one of the best life investments you could ever make!

    Great job again Beau! Looking forward to seeing some more of your writing someday!
  11. Bannanasketch Active Member

    Wow, I loved it! It was absolutely touching and beautiful! And itwas perfect for Christmas! And the end... Oh, you, sir, know how how to pull some heartstrings. I love the use of Beauregard, he's a very underused and under appreciated Muppet! Yet he cares about all of the Muppets and it's so nice to see Piggy appreciate him for all his hard work. Beau, I want more!!!! You must write more fanfiction!!!!!!
  12. bouncingbabyfig Well-Known Member

    That was.... Beautiful! Thank you, Beau. I truly needed that.:jim:
  13. redBoobergurl Well-Known Member

    *Falls over*

    BEAU is writing fan fic again??? What a Christmas this has been here at MC so far!!! Wow! I wish I had the time to write as I have a little idea too, but I don't know if it will happen.

    This was such a sweet little story. Merry Christmas my friend! Thank you for sharing it with us!
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  14. Beauregard Well-Known Member

    YAY! I am so pleased that you totally picked up on the message of the story (although originally it was inspired by a picture and the fun idea of Beau getting Piggy a present, it only got deep when i started writing!)

    :D Thanks Bannanaboatsong! I am sure that my thoughts may float back to Muppet fanfiction from time to time again in the future!

    Thank you for the Jim smilie!

    Sorry about that...

    It really HAS been a fantastic Christmas!!! I have been reading many great fanfics which inspired this one, including your old one with Wanda and the Gifts-of-the-Magi inspired ending!

    Love to all!!!
  15. bouncingbabyfig Well-Known Member

    Most definately!!!;)
  16. theprawncracker Well-Known Member

    What the... who the... WHAT YEAR IS IT?! Is this some sort of reverse Rip Van Winkle thing where I travel back to 2005 when Beau writing fan-fic was still relevant? There is so much wrong with this situation... but so much very, very right. Holy crap, Beau, this is beautiful. I teared up at the end when Beauregard opened his present. My goodness... I don't think it can get more perfect than that. Honestly, I don't know if it can get more perfect than this beautiful little story. It reminds me of a silent film... beautifully organized and strung together and performed--because that's what you are when you write, a performer. I've said it before, I'll say it again, you, sir are one of the funniest, most clever people I know, and it shows here. I love, love, love this. Delightful. Descriptive. Warm. Wonderful.

    Now someone send me back to 2011 when Beau doesn't post at all and I don't have to get all sentimental like this.
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  17. The Count Moderator

    On the third fanfic I've read today...
    I give to Bo three wisereaders a-following your fanfic star.

    Extremely to read something new from your pen sir. Please, keep it coming with more in the future.
  18. Puckrox Well-Known Member

    What a wonderful piece of work! A great way to end my Christmas. :)
  19. Beauregard Well-Known Member

    Thanks Ryan, Thanks Edmond, Thanks Punkrocker (Wait, what's your name again?)
  20. Puckrox Well-Known Member

    Oh dear, there's one I've never heard before. :D

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