Disclaimer: If I said I owned Robert Jordan's work, would you believe me? No. You would have me locked up in a nice warm cell…. In fact… yes, Lock me up. It is too damn cold here.
In answer to the future question... are you insane? I give this answer. I don't know... Yet. Problem solved.
He he. Please review. I thank Saldaen farmgirl for this idea. I was reading some of her fanfic and some mentioned singing. So, my crazily illogical mind came up with… da-da-daaar. The wheel of Time Musical.
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As Rand and his father entered Edmonds field they could sense the excitement, the wives gossiping while they cleaned copious amounts of dirt from rugs and carpets. Many waved as the al'Thors passed, but this only made Tam walk faster. He had no inclination to being dragged into a marriage with some goodwives lately bereaved sister-in-law. That was one topic sure to come up. He had no wife.
Glancing at the happy boy at his solder he smiled, soon he would marry. Then he would have a daughter -in-law and grandchildren to worry about. But Egwene would make him a good wife. They would be happy together, and they would make a joyous family in their cottage in the Westwood. There had been no women there for far to long.
Egwene rushed out of the Inn and threw her arms around Rand's neck. "Rand… I have no one to dance with tonight.. . it is sooo bad… what ever will I do?" Her melodramatic act made Tam smile, so what if she were a bit of a drama queen. What other fool would take his son? "It would be better to stay home than go alone…" her rhyming only made Rand more puzzled. "Oh Rand.."
Rand was blushing furiously, " Why… why don't you go with Perrin?" He was talking into his collar, head down facing the floor. "Or, I could… I could … I could… Unload this..." Egwene stomped solidly on his foot ad frowned at him. Raising her knee ever so slightly, Rand noticed the threat. "I will go with you… that is if you want?"
"Oh Rand! Thank you! You are my white knight, my saviour, my… my… my…er yes. Bye Rand. She skipped of in the direction of the Wisdoms house, pausing only to smell some lovely flower and hum. Mat ran up to the gawping Rand and tapped him on the shoulder, causing him to jump.
"Oi! Rand. Er, greetings and salutations Master al'Thor, there are strangers in the village… see there…. Look!" Rand turned to face the approaching pair. One was a noble looking lady and the other a grumpy old man. The grumpy old man had a sword at his hip and a face like a brick wall. Grumpy. The Lady smiled, she was lovely, even Tam had to admit that was true. "Your village is truly lovely Master"
Her voice was so musical; Tam felt the need for a song. "Master al'Thor my Lady.. and Whhoooo are you..who…. who? Sorry my lady, that just slipped out… sorry" Suddenly a glee man fell from the roof of the inn, harp in hand he began to play. The goodwives arranged them selves in front of the inn. The tune was catchy and Tam began to tap his feet bfore blurting out again "Who are you? Who, who, who, who?" The good wives continued dancing and Daise, Alsbet and Marin ran to the front to do the backing vocals… Tam gave it all he had…
"Who are you? I woke up in a Illian doorway I staggered back to the travel inn I took the gateway out of town I stretched back and I hiccupped Who are you? Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
A soldier knew my name
He said "You can go sleep at home tonight
If you can get up and walk away"
And the breeze blew back my hair
Well, who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
I really wanna know (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
Tell me, who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
'Cause I really wanna know (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
Back to the Winespring Inn
I felt a little like a dying clown
With a streak of Rin Tin Tin
And looked back on my busy day
Eleven hours in the Tin Pan
God, there's got to be another way
Ooh wa ooh wa ooh wa ooh wa ...
Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?"
When the last dancer had finished her spin the gleeman stopped. The two visitors were now thoroughly scared looking. "Erm. I am Lady Moiraine, and this is Lan. Say hello Lan… Lan?" Lan frowned at Moiraine, "Hello Lan." She rolled her eyes considerably. They certainly weren't the most talkative pair. Well, the woman might be but the Grumpy old man wasn't much fun. Probably never spontaneously burst into song in his life, odd man.
"Master Gleeman. May inquire as to your name?" Tams urge to sing was still there, but he could think of a song, or an appropriate one at least. "Thomdril Merrilin." He gave his came more flourishes than a tent would receive during a whirlwind. But at least he plays music for us to sing to. Frowned again, but turned to Rand. "And you are??"
Rand opened his mouth and was about to give his name when... all of sudden the gleeman began to play and Rand sang "I'm just a teenage dirt bag baby…" And it all began to happen again…. The singing the dancing.. it was as if the were being forced to do this by some very cruel sort of god… "Yeaaa…"
"Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby Her boyfriend's a dick Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby Yeeah dirtbag, no she doesn't know what she's missin Man I feel like mold I've got two tickets to Iron Maiden baby Yeeah dirtbag, no she doesn't know what she's missin
Yeah I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby
Listen to Iron Maiden baby with me
And he can touch saidin
And he'd simply kick
My ass if he knew the truth
He lives on my block
And he drives an Trolloc
But he doesn't know who I am
And he doesn't give a damn about me
Yeah I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby
Listen to Iron Maiden baby with me
Yeeah dirtbag, no she doesn't know what she's missin
It's prom night and I am lonely
Low and behold
She's walking over to me
This must be fake
My lip starts to shake
How does she know who I am
And why does she give a damn about
Come with me Friday, don't say maybe
I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby like you
Yeeah dirtbag, no she doesn't know what she's missin"
Rand nodded to the screaming friends of Egwene, "Thank you, thank you very much.." He blushed and turned to Moiraine. "Rand al'Thor" Moiraine smiled slightly, "It was nice meeting you Rand al'Thor. Thank you for the entertainment. It was… interesting."
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So… What do you think?
Please review, I may be insane but I can't bite across the internet. Lol.
Any song suggestions?
Plot ideas?
It will move further away from the original plot later on, but I don't want to do chemistry homework, so I wrote this. Hope you enjoy…
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Hayley
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