𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 | Snips & Skyguy Oneshots

A Broadway Surprise

Instead of waking up naturally like she always did, Ahsoka was jerked from her state of serenity by a loud cheer coming from her Master's room. What is he up to now? She wondered groggily. It's too early for this.

Moments later, an exhilarated Anakin flounced into her room, wearing an outfit she'd never seen before.

"Master...?" She dared to inquire, gawking at his appearance. He was wearing a casual black shirt with three girls posing, and the word "WORK" emblazoned in gold, and a simple pair of jeans.

"Don't worry, Snips," Anakin chuckled. "I got permission to take you out today to bond more as Master and Padawan."

"If you say so," Ahsoka relented. As an afterthought, she added, "If this ends up not being real, it's-"

"... I will accept the blame, yes."

She simply rolled her eyes.

"Now get out of bed," Skywalker told his apprentice. "I bought you a matching outfit. Get changed -- quickly, too -- and meet me at the door. We don't wanna be late, now do we?"

Intrigued, the Padawan did as told. She had a feeling today was going to be interesting.

***

Twenty minutes later, Anakin and Ahsoka were walking towards a brightly-decorated building as they finished their breakfast.

"This, my lovely apprentice, is the Richard Rogers Theater. We'll be watching the performance here."

"Performance?" She blurted out. "Shouldn't we be in formal attire if we're watching a performance?"

The signature Skywalker smirk found itself back on his lips. "Oh, just you wait." 

***

After what seemed like hours of waiting in line (which it probably was), the best friend duo finally climbed the stairs onto the balcony of the theater. The chatter volume slowly began making its way towards the peak as others wandered to their spots, eyes dancing with both excitement and curiosity.

"What are we watching?" Ahsoka asked, after absorbing the theatre's grandiose architectural. "Dancing? Singing? Drama?"

Anakin turned, smiling mysteriously at her. "A mix of all three. Now, if you could kindly stop badgering me with your que-"

"When is it starting?"

She grimaced after he shot her a look "... sorry, that was the last question."

"I'm only teasing, Snips. It's starting-"

Before he could finish his sentence, the theater lights dimmed as a resounding gasp echoed off of the chamber walls. "Ladies and gentlemen," a cold voice drawled in amusement. "This is your king, George the III."

The audience exploded into thunderous applause, voicing their support with deafening cheers.

"At this time, please silence all cell phones and electronic devices. Thank you, and enjoy my show."

***

A man stepped out of the shadows, a single lightbulb turned on, casting its rays onto the stage. Fanfare-like music began, announced the arrival of the musical's start.

"How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore, and a Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot in the Caribbean by providence, impoverished, in squalor, grow up to be a hero and a scholar?"

"Well, the word got around, they said, this kid is insane, man, took up a collection just to send him to the mainland. Get your education, don't forget from whence you came, and the world is gonna know your name, what's your name, man?"