Title: Niggun (Melody)
Author: Leela (leela_cat)
Beta: (eeyore9990), who did a shiksa-proof (♥)
Characters: Adam, Tommy
Rating: G
Content and/or Warnings: * None *
Word Count: 100
Summary: The music soothes his soul.
Disclaimer: The characters bear only superficial resemblance to real people. I don't know them and don't even begin to claim that this is really about them.
A/N: Written for glam_100 - prompt #001: on the bus (no sex), and for batdina who likes that Adam Lambert is a nice Jewish boy.
Oh, and for those who don't already know, Zayde is grandfather in Yiddish.


A male voice rose and fell, filling the bus. It wound a plaintive path up and down the notes, singing in an unrecognizable language that raised the hairs on Tommy's neck. Adam had insisted on that music, saying his soul needed it.

On the second repetition, with the wheels keeping the beat, Tommy grabbed his guitar. "Something like this," he said, slashing out a nasty riff.

Adam stuttered out, "Oh. My. God," between laughs.

Adding a heavy metal bass line, Tommy grinned. "It'd totally fucking work."

"Yes, but," Adam flailed his hands, "my Zayde would never speak to me again."