Okay this is some good meta, I just don’t wanna reblog it and start babbling about the shit I don’t agree with, that blogger doesn’t need my crap. Go give that a read, reblog it if you want to, its great
sPECIFICALLY that last bit about Steve taking a shine to the Ironettes.
I need that fic
I may write that fic
I’m gonna sit on this because yEs. Yes, Steve’s chorus days are so fucking important yes yes yes.
Steve showing up in civvies and no one recognizes him–he has a backstage pass and thats all they give a shit about–and he dicks around and is kinda lost in the sense of deja vu until he runs into one of the girls who’s like oooh great I do not have time to deal with someone who wants into my little booty shorts so she’s like really fake polite until she realizes he’s. Actually genuinely just interested in if she’s getting paid enough and if she and the rest of the girls like their job. And she’s like uh. Are you. From the union or something. And he’s like no, just curious cuz he used to work in a production a lot like this, but it was a while ago and the industry changes.
And the conversation comes to an end and she goes back and tells all the girls wtf and they’re like HE IS SO FROM THE UNION or HE’S A TALENT SCOUT or HE’S A SPY FROM THE HIGHER UPS DON’T TELL HIM ANYTHING HE’LL GET US IN TROUBLE
but he keeps coming around because no seriously, good jolts of nostalgia are one of the few things keeping him going, so one by one the girls start talking him up trying to figure him out
and he remembers each of their faces and their names and everything they tell him and he’s nice and invested and one of them finally tells him some things she wishes were different
and lo and behold they change
and the girls are like fUCK WHO IS HE he’s an angel he’s hot he needs to be single and also keep coming around and buying me snacks from the snack machine
and then one day they catch him having an argument with Tony which is mostly just cute blond guy ranting while Tony staring at him in mild disbelief honestly wondering how much longer he thinks he needs to keep going until he’s finally like Steve. Steve. Yes, I’ll fire the guy, he’s gone, no more creeping on the dancers, you really could’ve stopped there I do believe you oh my god
I don’t know where this is going anymore I just want Steve to become a little cheerleader team mom to the Ironettes lemme alone