|Let The Music Be Your Master
Author: KarateKickGyrl87 PM
Sequal to There's an Angel On My Shoulder Summer 1981, My name is Jena Hyde. My brother just married his highschool sweetheart, Jackie. My band, The Floors is taking off with a record contract. My boyfriend and I are actually in love. What could go wrong? Tons!Rated: Fiction T - English - Humor/Family - Jackie B. & Steven H. - Chapters: 22 - Words: 31,764 - Reviews: 25 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 01-14-13 - Published: 06-12-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8210193
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Ok, new story in the Houses Of The Holy series. If you are just starting on this one. I recomend reading story #1, There's an Angel On my Shoulder.
Yes, I stole a modern song and claimed Jena wrote it...but it was so perfect!
I don't claim That 70s Show...I wish I could, then season 8 would never have happened. HAHA
I fidgeted in my dress. I hated being dressed up all frilly and stuff. The fact my dress was light pink made it worse. It was a little bit poof for me and landed at my ankles. It only had one shoulder with a white flower on it. I felt short and awkward. I was here because it was my brother's wedding. He was getting married, the poor bastard, and to Jackie no doubt. I knew they would end up together. I actually loved them together, I just didn't think my brother liked parading around like a monkey.
"Je-Yi-Na." Fez, my foreign best childhood friend said. He actually looked rather nice. He wore a tux allot being a model and all.
"Fez, do I look like I feel?" I said fidgeting one more time with the bow on my back.
"Depends," He looked me over. "How do you feel?"
"Like a monkey?" I grabbed my flower bouquet of blue and pink flowers.
"No, you look nothing like a monkey." He took my arm and we walked over to our place in line behind Eric. "You look lovely." Fez and I normally were put together at weddings, at least that was what happened at Eric and Donna's almost wedding. I think it was because Fez and I got along, or because there was no chance of us hooking up afterwards.
"Thanks Fez." I sighed wanting to whack my bouquet against my head.
"Kelso on the other hand, looks like a monkey." He pointed over to the buffoon, also known as Michael Kelso, who had put his tie on wrong again. My half sister, Angela, who was dressed in the same long pink dress tried fixing his tie one last time. Kelso was probably going to try sleeping with her again. He had slept with her before, but a few times was never enough for Kelso. "And I know what a monkey actually looks like."
I laughed and put my head on his shoulder trying not to yawn. "Thanks Fez. Man, I am so tired."
"I know little Hyde." He patted my hair. "I am too." Jackie had us at the rehearsal dinner until one last night, and then she had us here helping her get ready at around six am. He whispered to me, "Jackie had been such a bitch on time."
I laughed even more. This was so nice to be joking around with Fez again.
"Everyone ready?" Donna said running in and taking Eric's arm in the front of the line behind Betsy and H. J. "Everyone's waiting."
"Yeah, Donna." Jackie was practically having a heart attack. I looked up to see Red was practically holding her up. She had asked him to walk her down the isle. Stealing my idea. "Oh my gawd. Is Helen and Betsy ok?" She asked looking forward to make sure H. J. (Jackie and my brother's daughter) was still holding Betsy's hand. H. J. was walking so well she was going to make it down the isle as a flower girl. Betsy just had to keep a tight grip so H. J. wouldn't run off.
Jackie looked beautiful. I had to give it to her. She had an aline dress with long sleeves that looked kind of like a fairy tale. Her hair was down in curly waves with a flower veil.
"Yes, Jackie. She is fine." Donna said taking a deep breathe. She made me feel even more stupid. The music started playing.
Out went H. J. and Betsy walking just about right. Thank God Betsy had her mother's smarts. She didn't let go of little H. J.'s hand, even if all she wanted to do was run to her daddy. Which she did the moment Betsy let go of her hand to sit down next to Kitty.
My brother went over and picked her up and put her onto Kitty's lap as everyone who was there laughed. It was weird to see my brother without his sunglasses. He had wanted to wear them, but of course Jackie said no.
The hall they had picked out was rather nice. It was decorated nice with flowers and the isle was a lovely light blue. Donna and Eric walked out first, being Maid of Honor and Best man of course. Fez and I came out next. I hated how slow we had to walk. I could hear Kelso and Angie fumbling behind us.
"Hey." I heard a whisper making me look up. There was my boyfriend, Jason smiling and winking. Beside him sat the rest of our band, The Floors. I swore it looked like Skip the keyboarder and back up guitarist was asleep.
I smiled and winked back at him. Fez whispered noticing my affection towards Jason. "I had better find someone tonight at this monkey feast. Or else I shall be the only one who isn't getting laid tonight."
I held back the laugh that was growing inside me. We finally made it up to the stage where we stood and waited for Jackie. I smiled at my brother who looked about ready to vomit. He knew what he was getting into.
The traditional wedding march was playing. Jackie and Red came out. It was definitely the effect Jackie had always wanted. Not a single eye could be taken off of her. Except her's. All she could do was look at my brother. He had the largest smile in history. He was smiling and not wearing his glasses. I personally had only seen this happen twice in the last ten years.
She finally made it up there and the minister said his piece. They were both supposed to give vows. Which they had to come up with themselves. I knew for a fact my brother had written them about an hour ago.
"Doll," He said pulling out the napkin he had written the vows on. The people laughed a little. "I didn't believe in love. I thought it was something created by the government that was supposed to turn us into love hungry slaves."
Everyone including Jackie laughed.
"But, then I fell in love with you. I fell in love with your big sparkling eyes, your stubborn personality, and the ability to be a total bad ass if you want to." He smirked. I liked him without Zen. It was weird, but enjoyable. "Which, thank God our daughter inherited all of those traits from you and almost nothing from me. I vow I will always be there for you and Helen Jenifer until the day I die. I love you Doll."
Jackie was almost ready to cry. I thought, I couldn't see her being behind Donna and all.
"Steven," Jackie choked out. "I met you, and I have never loved anyone so much in my life. I don't know how you could put up with me. I haven't been the nicest to you. You still have always found a way to love me. Which made me love you even more. I even love those sideburns you won't cut off."
Everyone laughed again. I heard Jackie sort of sob.
"I promise to love you until the ends of time." Jackie said regain her breathing. "No matter what. Even if we are poor, I become fat, or if you re-grow your beard. I will always love you."
"Oh, Doll." My brother said. He looked up to the Minister. "Can I kiss her yet?"
"One more moment." The minister raised up his hands. "Have you both rings?"
They nodded as Donna and Eric handed them their rings. They put the rings on each other's fingers.
The minister smiled. "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride."
"Finally." My brother took Jackie into his arms and they kissed, practically made out actually. It was kind of gross. The finally let go and the minister turned them towards everyone.
"May I introduce, Mr. and Mrs. Hyde." The minister yelled as they started walking back up the isle.
About an hour or two later, I was stepping onto the stage in the reception hall with my band. "Hey everyone." I felt stupid holding my guitar with such a dress on.
Everyone stared at us.
"I'm Jenifer Hyde, Steven's sister. I would like to call my brother and his bride out onto the floor for their first dance." I laughed as my brother and Jackie made it out onto the floor. My brother only tolerated dancing. Jackie loved it.
"I wrote this song for them." I smiled. "It was the cheapest wedding gift I could find." My brother winked.
I looked back to everyone and cued them to start playing. I played my opening guitar cords.
"When I was younger I saw my daddy cry
and curse at the wind.
He broke his own heart and I watched
as he tried to reassemble it."
They moved back and forth and I couldn't help but smile.
"And my momma swore
that she would never let herself forget.
And that was the day that I promised
I'd never sing of love if it does not exist."
I looked over to Jason who was sitting at a table smiling up at me. I couldn't take my eyes off of him.
You are the only exception.
You are the only exception.
You are the only exception.
You are the only exception."
"Maybe I know somewhere
deep in my soul
that love never lasts.
And we've got to find other ways
to make it alone.
Or keep a straight face.
And I've always lived like this
keeping a comfortable distance.
And up until now I've sworn to myself
that I'm content with loneliness.
Because none of it was ever worth the risk"
When I had proposed the song to them. Jackie had literally screamed, "That sounds like us."
"You are the only exception. And I'm on my way to believing." I sang out. Skip finished his notes on the keyboard before I spoke into the mich again. "Congrats to my big brother." I stepped back as Jackson came forward to sing the next song.
"I will have to ask our lead guitarist to please take a step down and dance with your brother for his last dance." When was this supposed to happen? His last dance was supposed to be with Kitty, not me.
I stepped off the stage leaving my guitar on the stage. I walked over to my big brother. I rolled my eyes as the guys started the first few notes of the song. Houses of The Holy, Led Zeppelin of course it would be this song.
My brother and I just sort of laughed as he took a bow. "Want to dance sis?"
I rolled my eyes. "Whatever." My brother took my hand and spun me around. We attempted to dance to the song. By the end of the song I ended up in my brother's arms, with my head on his shoulder. I actually wanted to cry. My brother was grown up and he was married. He wasn't just my brother anymore.
"Love you Jen." He whispered as the song almost ended.
I laughed. "Love you too."