IN THE HEIGHTS (2021) -> LIN-MANUEL MIRANDA(Piragua Guy) and CHRIS JACKSON (Mr. Softee) × Piragua (Reprise) ; because I love their friendship too much× reblog don’t repost. ×
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Vanessa, don’t pretend that Usnavi’s your friend, we all know
That he love you!
Wow, now that you mention that sexual tension it’s easy to
Yo, this is bogus …
Haven’t you noticed you get all your coffee for free?
“We were rehearsing the Piragua Guy and Lin had this take that he was going to give the biggest side-eye to Mister Softee,” Chu told Insider about how Jackson got cast in the role.
“Right when I saw him do it, I think we all joked like, ‘Who is Mr. Softee? Who are you looking at?’” the director continued.
Chu added: “I think someone just said out loud, ‘Chris Jackson’ and we were like, 'That is amazing.’”
“It’s very delightful and fun to see him out there,” Chu said about Jackson’s cameo in the movie. “I mean, he’s the original Benny — how great is that?”
Lin to Chris every single time: “You’re my best friend. As long as I got a job, you got a job.”
LIN-MANUEL MIRANDA as Piraguero, the piragua guy and CHRISTOPHER JACKSON as Mr. Softee truck driver in IN THE HEIGHTS (2021)
CHRIS EVANS as
Jake Wyler in Not Another Teen Movie (2001)
Ryan in Cellular (2004)
Johnny Storm / Human Torch in Fantastic Four (2005)
Syd in London (2005)
Johnny Storm / Human Torch in Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer (2007)
Mike Weiss in Puncture (2011)
Steve Rogers / Captain America in Captain America: The First Avenger (2011)
Colin Shea in What’s Your Number? (2011)
Ari Levinson in The Red Sea Diving Resort (2019)
The birthday boy in his birthday suit.
I am about to go to a movie, in a movie theater, for the first time since 2019.
I am not sure I am ready for this.
Can I have an AU where Todd Anderson is Blaine’s grandfather? And after Sadie Hawkins he visits Blaine in the hospital and tells him about Welton and Neil and Professor Keating and Knox and Charlie? And Blaine says he doesn’t want to go back to public school, he wants to go to Welton like Grandpa, and Todd says Welton is too far away but he’ll see what he can find, so he gets ahold of one of his old classmates who knows the headmaster at Dalton…
Why can’t Charlie Dalton be the founder of Dalton, putting so much emphasis on the Glee Club as a form of self expression? He becomes the next Mr. Keating.
I want this. I want this now.
Can Neil be Katy Perry’s cousin just for shits and giggles?
I want all of this as well. All of it. Every last bit. (There was a reason I appropriated Neil for my “Warblers’ Reunion” fic! I love this movie!)
So I’m writing this completely off the top of my head, but I’ve wanted to give it a go for ages. Let me know if you like it, and if I should keep going. :)
Charlie Dalton was bored. He was bored with his job, bored with his colleagues, bored with his life. Ever since he had left Welton, he had done exactly what everyone expected him to do. He became a lawyer, married a beautiful woman named Jennifer, had three children, a large house. He was exactly the kind of pillar of society his father had been, and he was bored.
Oh, he had made some exceptions along the way. He had insisted on occasionally taking cases pro bono, cases that were socially important or brought to him by people who were simply too poor to afford a lawyer when they desperately needed one. He had encouraged his children (two boys and a girl) to explore their passions, never forcing them into a career path or a particular field.
(God, no. He could never have done that after seeing what it had done to Neil and to so many of his other classmates.)
He had married Jennifer because he loved her with the kind of dizzying, breathtaking, soul-deep love they had dreamed about and written about in Mr. Keating’s class. He disregarded his father’s shouting and threats of disinheritance and his mother’s chilly disapproval. He and Jennifer had weathered all of it, supported by Knox and Chris and Meeks and his wife, a fierce little genius named Amy. Now, he and Jennifer were everything his parents had wanted, and all of their early objections had melted away like snow.
(Not that they would ever acknowledge they had been wrong. They never did.)
But Charlie was in his mid-40s and he was bored. He had gone up to the attic the other day and pulled out the two boxes full of his things from Welton - old uniforms and pictures, banners and yearbooks, funny mementos that only meant anything to a select few people. He had looked at the faces of his friends and thought about all the things they had wanted to accomplish, and how little choice they had been given in so much of their lives. He thought about Neil - about the way that Neil had shone onstage like a beacon, the joy in his face in those few brief moments when he was happiest, before it had all come crashing down around him (and around them, and around Mr. Keating, destroying their innocence and hope with a few cruel blows). He thought about how different everything might have been with a Welton full of Mr. Keatings, and parents who wanted to nurture not only success, but also happiness in their children.
Sitting at his ornate desk on a warm May morning, tapping his pencil against his blotter, Charlie thought. And thought. And then picked up the phone and called Knox.
“You want to what?” Meeks said in disbelief. His eyebrows went up almost to his hairline, which was now streaked with gray amongst the red, making him look like a wise and comical fox behind his glasses.
“I want to start a school,” Charlie repeated impatiently, rolling his eyes as he took another sip of wine. His patience for dithering and fence-sitting had not increased, and this was the second time he was having this argument.
The first time had been with Knox, who now leaned forward in his chair with all of his old eagerness.
“It’s a great idea, Meeks. We could make it the school Welton never was, don’t you see? Bring in kids like us, who want to do something different with their lives, and nurture that. Make a safe space for kids who need it - like Neil, or like Todd,” he added quietly, his face dimming a bit.
Todd Anderson’s life had been difficult. None of them knew what, if anything, had happened between Neil and Todd before Neil had died, but they all suspected. Todd never spoke of Neil, and no one ever dared to ask, but he had fought, from the moment Neil had died, to break away from his family’s expectations and follow his dreams. Todd alone had managed to completely follow the path he had desired, the path Mr Keating had begun guiding him on, but it had come at great cost. His family had disowned him, and he had spent years as a poor, struggling writer before being granted a writing fellowship and then a faculty position at the University of Pennsylvania. He had married a quiet, sweet woman named Emily, but she had died while having their only child, and Todd had never remarried. He had guarded his son, Evelyn, fiercely from his grandparents, who had wanted to be in charge of his upbringing as a “proper” Anderson. Todd and Evelyn had been a unit of two until Evelyn had gone to college, and he was now married and had a baby of his own. Todd was highly respected and a revered teacher in the academic world, but he lived a solitary life, and his old Welton classmates made an effort to keep in contact and be his adopted family.
Meeks nodded in response to Knox, his own face sobering a bit. “Okay. You want to be able to help kids like Neil. You want to be able to nurture kids who are different, who have artistic or literary talent. Wonderful. But Charlie, for one thing, have you thought about what this will cost? And for another, do you remember what we were like at Welton? We were hellions, and you were the worst of us! Do you really want to deal with that? With little, modern carbon copies of Nuwanda?”
Charlie and Knox began to laugh.
“Oh, yes, hellions at Hellton,” Knox chuckled.
Charlie grinned, contemplating his wine. “Well, I wouldn’t be bored, which is more than I can say right now.”
“Oh, for God’s sake,” Meeks said in exasperation, but Amy leaned in from her place at the dinner table and laid a hand on his arm.
“It’s a good idea, Steve,” she said firmly. “Worth exploring. You had it a little easier, with your genius for numbers and languages - there were so many things you could do, it’s no wonder the government snatched you up. But not everyone is suited for physics or science - there are so many forms of beauty. Don’t you think Todd would say the same?’
Meeks nodded, frowning. “He would. And I agree with the idea in principle, but - the capital involved, Charlie.”
“One of the things that most people don’t know about the Daltons, Meeks, is that we actually own a school,” Charlie explained. “It’s empty now - has been for years - it was closed back in the ’20s after a group of glee club boys were killed during a performance for Charles Lindbergh.”
“For Lindbergh?” Meeks said incredulously, his eyebrows going up again.
“Crazy story, I know - I’ve never looked up the details, but the basics are true,” Charlie nodded. “My family kept the property and buildings, though, and it’s in pretty good shape for a school that was opened in 1885. I have quite a few colleagues who are interested in investing in the kind of school we want to build, and I have some money of my own, from Dad,” Charlie said. “Jenn and I never touched it.” He grinned again, wicked and unrepentant. “And it would be poetic justice to see my father’s money go into a school that he would have abhorred.”
Meeks looked at him uncertainly. “Amy and I could give you a little, but -“
Charlie shook his head before Meeks even finished the sentence. “I know you didn’t make a fortune working for the government, Meeks. That’s not what public service is about. I don’t want your money.”
“Then what?” Meeks said in confusion.
“I want you to teach,” Charlie said bluntly, and Meeks promptly choked on his Scotch.
“You - I’m sorry - you want me to teach?” Meeks gasped between coughs.
“Sure,” Charlie said easily. “You were the one who got us all through Latin and trig, and I know you’ve mentored people in Washington. You’re a good teacher.”
Amy clapped her hands delightedly, but Meeks shook his head. “You’re crazy.”
“We’re going to try and get Todd on board, too,” Knox chimed in. “He’s been at UPenn a long time, but I don’t think he’s happy. This would appeal to him.”
“I’m going to regret the day that you ever thought this up, aren’t I?” Meeks groaned.
Charlie snorted. “Well, that wouldn’t be anything new, would it?”
Charlie fiddled nervously with his tie as he stood at the back of the UPenn lecture hall, listening to Todd talk to his graduate students about Walt Whitman. Charlie had come to discuss the new school, but he knew this wasn’t going to be an easy conversation. Not one of them had tried to talk to Todd about Neil after Neil’s funeral. In some ways, Charlie thought, they had all been in too much pain to do anything other than grieve. Neil had been their center, and his death left a gaping void that was impossible to fill. Their gestures of comfort to each other had been silent, or communicated via the written word rather than spoken, and after they had all gone home for the summer, they had stayed in touch but tried to move on. It had almost been like having the center of a web torn out; after the damage was done, they had all tried to reinforce the rest of the web, make it stronger and able to withstand the damage - but the hole remained.
Charlie felt a shiver of déjà vu as he focused in on Todd’s lecture once more. Todd was talking animatedly, leaning in toward the front rows of his students, using his hands to make expressive gestures, and the students were rapt, their attention riveted as he talked about Whitman’s difficult personal life and his political and social convictions. It was like watching Mr. Keating all over again.
Charlie swallowed the sudden lump in his throat as he thought of their former English professor. None of them had been able to find out where Mr. Keating had gone after he had been fired; it wasn’t until years later, as a government employee, that Meeks was able to covertly look him up and find a current address. After that, they had all gradually sent him cards and letters, and Mr. Keating had responded to every one, congratulating them on their achievements and commiserating with their difficulties. He had taught again, although at a school that was not nearly as prestigious as Welton, and he had seemed happy. About five years after they had all established contact, however, news had come of his death from a heart attack.
His funeral had been nearly as wrenching as Neil’s, though it was gratifying to see how many of his former students came to pay tribute to him. Charlie had tucked Mr. Keating’s notes into a wooden puzzle box that day, and the box always sat on the mantelpiece at home.
Charlie was shaken into awareness again by movement; the students were picking up their bags and filing out of the lecture hall. He waited a moment as they cleared the aisles, then slowly made his way down the steps, toward the desk where Todd was packing his briefcase.
“Todd,” he said warmly as he approached, and Todd looked up in surprise, his eyes lighting up as he realized it was Charlie.
“Charlie! What on earth are you doing here?” he exclaimed, coming around the desk with open arms. They exchanged a long hug and pats on the back before stepping apart to assess one another.
“I’m here to see you, dummy; you didn’t think I just wandered into a UPenn literature lecture on a whim, did you?” Charlie teased.
Todd laughed. “Of course not, but why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”
“Maybe I just wanted to see an old friend,” Charlie shrugged, giving Todd his most charming grin.
Todd laughed again, his merriment taking years off of his face. “I’m glad to see you, but I’m not stupid, Charlie. What’s going on?”
“Well, it’s a bit of a story,” Charlie sighed. “But the short version is, I’m hoping to start a school, and I would like you to come teach for me."
“You,” Todd said, looking at Charlie incredulously. “You want to start a school.”
"Why is everyone surprised by this?” Charlie grumbled. “Meeks was insufferable about it. Knox is the only one who took me seriously.”
Todd smiled, his face turning thoughtful. “Well, you have to admit it isn’t exactly your wheelhouse, Charlie. Going from successful lawyer to school administrator is a pretty big leap. So Meeks and Knox know?”
Charlie nodded. “Knox is helping me with the legal and administrative side of things,and I wanted Meeks to teach trig and Latin. He and Amy haven’t decided yet, but Amy was pretty enthusiastic about it, so I think she’ll talk Meeks around.”
“Okay,” Todd said slowly. “You’re serious about this.”
“Absolutely,” Charlie said firmly. “I want to do something different with my life, and I want to do this.”
Todd’s brow furrowed in perplexity. “Why, Charlie? Why now, why this?”
Charlie took a breath. “Because of Neil,” he said quietly, not daring to look at Todd as he did.
He felt Todd still, and it took him several seconds to actually raise his eyes to his friend. Todd’s expression was mostly shocked, and Charlie had to wonder when the last time was that he had heard Neil’s name spoken aloud. In Todd’s eyes, however, Charlie could still see incredible amounts of sorrow and grief - tempered by time, but present nonetheless.
After a long moment, Todd sighed and put his hand on Charlie’s elbow, giving him a small half-smile. “Let’s go to lunch, and you can tell me all about this crazy scheme, and convince me that I should be a part of it.”
I needed to resurrect this for Reasons. :)
If you ever decide to return to this PLEASE do so!
First eight minutes of In The Heights!