Authors Note: This is the second song-fic I've written in a long time, and this time I'm including the OC of Stellaluna, who belongs to Foreteller of Three, and this is the musical debut of a certain big bat of mine. Also will feature my newest OC Kris Seville, who has since been in only one story so far.
Disclaimer: Alvin and the chipmunks belongs to Ross B. and Fox Studios, and Stellaluna belongs to Foreteller of Three. And the song involved was originally performed by Pitbull and Chris Brown.
International Love.
Nathan was a bit jittery today, and why wouldn't he be, this being his first on stage performance since his many years with the Seville's. Add on top of that the fact that he was singing for his girlfriend Stellaluna, and his younger sister Kris and he was just about ready to run away from this, "Alvin, how did I let you talk me into this?" Nathan asked, as Alvin chuckled and got into his red blazer, "Because, I've heard you rapping in the bathroom and I think you're awesome, you need to use your talent dude, and what better way to use it than this?" Alvin asked, as the huge bat sighed, "Yeah, and make a proper fool of myself." At this point, the curtains began to open, and Nathan's brothers were playing their instruments, causing Nathan to pick up his headset microphone and start off the song.
"You can't catch me boy,
I'm overseas at about a 100g's for sho'
Don't test me boy,
Cuz I rap with the best for sho'
305 till the death of me,
Cremate my body and let the ocean have what's left of me,
But for now forget about that,
Blow the whistle baby you're the referee." Nathan rapped, as Alvin slid into the spotlight and took up the chorus.
"You put it down like New York City,
I never sleep.
Wild like Los Angeles,
My fantasy.
Hotter than Miami,
I feel the heat.
Ohh, Miss International Love,
Ohh, Miss International Love." Alvin sang this out to the crowd, as Nathan took up the next verse of the song, taking the time to wink in the direction of his girlfriend.
"I don't play football but I've touched down everywhere, (everywhere?) everywhere,
I don't play baseball but I've hit a home run everywhere, everywhere.
I've been to countries and cities I can't pronounce,
And places on the globe I didn't know existed,
In Romania she pulled me to the centre and said "Nate, you can have me and my sister"
In Lebanon yeah the women are the bomb,
And in Greece you've guessed it the women are sweet.
Spinned all around the world but I ain't gon' lie there's nothing like Miami's heat." Nathan smiled as Alvin again took up the chorus, doing a special dance similar to Chris Brown's.
"You put it down like New York City,
I never sleep.
Wild like Los Angeles,
My fantasy.
Hotter than Miami,
I feel the heat.
Ohh, Miss International Love,
Ohh, Miss International Love." Alvin spun around and "passed" the song back to Nathan, who was now getting into the song itself, doing a bit of a dance.
"Down in D.R. they're looking for Visa's
I ain't talking credit cards, if you know what I mean!
En Cuba la costa esta dura,
But the women get down, if you know what I mean.
In Colombia, the women got everything on,
with some of the most beautiful women I've ever seen
In Brazil, they're freaky with big old boobs and their thongs, blue, yellow and green!
In L.A. tengo la Mexicana,
In New York, tengo la Boricua
Besitos para todas las mujeres en Venezuela, muah!
Y en Miami, tengo cualquiera!" Nathan spun and actually jumped into the air, swooping over the crowd of the audience as Alvin once again took up the chorus.
"You put it down like New York City,
I never sleep.
Wild like Los Angeles,
My fantasy.
Hotter than Miami,
I feel the heat.
Ohh, Miss International Love,
Ohh, Miss International Love." Alvin then took up the bridge of the song, as Nathan picked Stellaluna up into a dance up in the air.
"There's not a place that your love don't affect me baby,
So don't ever change,
I crossed the globe when I'm with you baby!" Alvin then looked up and noticed that Nathan was bringing Stellaluna down to the stage, a special upbeat dance being performed as the red clad chipmunk chuckled to himself, continuing with the chorus again.
"You put it down like New York City,
I never sleep.
Wild like Los Angeles,
My fantasy.
Hotter than Miami,
I feel the heat.
Ohh, Miss International Love,
Ohh, Miss International Love.
You put it down like New York City,
I never sleep.
Wild like Los Angeles,
My fantasy.
Hotter than Miami,
I feel the heat.
Ohh, Miss International Love,
Ohh, Miss International Love." As Alvin finished with this, Nathan took Stellaluna into a kiss, right there on the stage, and the crowd roared into applause for the two. A little while after the performance everybody went home, Nathan, Stellaluna and Kris all went straight to bed on the ceiling roost, and everyone else went to bed as well.
The End.
I know this probably wasn't the best song-fic ever, but I just thought I'd upload a story that was of my own imagination. That and I want to see how you guys and girls out there feel about Nathan Seville singing.
So anyway I hope you liked it, and drop a review/comment by clicking the doubly doo below.