Chapter 1
Disclaimer: No, I don't own the Resident Evil people. I wish I owned Steve, though
A/N: Yes, it may have been done before, but I hope not like this. Who knows? Maybe you'll actually laugh!
Clapping. She could hear clapping. Before she knew it, someone was speaking.
"That was brilliant! I'm suprised we even have talent in the male section!" cheered a girl next to her with shoulder-length red hair and glasses that highlighted her blue eyes.
"I thought it was... alright..." said another girl. This one also had red hair and glasses, but she had freckles and greenish-blue eyes. They both turned their heads slowly toward her as the audience simmered down.
"Well? What did you think of his performance?"
"Uh... who?"
"How'd I do, judges?" interjected a young man's voice from the stage. She looked up, jaw dropping as she saw-
"SAM?!"
She awoke with a jolt, nearly falling off of the computer chair. Jen and Twinkie's eyes widened in horror.
"You fell asleep again..."
Sam yawned and stretched as she stood up, trying to get the feeling back in her legs.
"Hey, you guys still bored?"
The pair nodded, confused at their friend's behaviour.
"Well... I had a dream, right? And the dream gave me an idea! We could go down to the old abandoned theater... and put on a show!"
"Uh, Sam?" Jen interuppted. "The theater's been closed for a year..."
"And, even if we could get in, it's old and fairly dangerous. We'd be killed in under an hour!"
Sam's eyes lit up as a smirk crossed her lips.
"You guys forget... we have uber authoress powers!"
Twinkie and Jen thought for a minute, then gave each other a look, then looked at Sam, then back at each other.
"What's your idea?"
"You'll see..."
She closed her eyes, and the three dissapeared in three puffs of pink smoke. They re-appeared seconds later in a large stage area, filled with bright lights and lush, red seats.
"Where are we?"
"The old theater! I fixed the place up with the uber authoress powers!"
They two girls stared in complete shock. But, Sam was higher than them on the Uber-ness scale. She'd used her powers more often.
"And now, to bring in our cast!"
And in a hee-uge cloud of pink smoke, about 20 Resident Evil Characters, dead and alive, appeared in a dark room. The lights flashed on, and the room came to life, leather seats and dressing mirrors in all.
"What... what's going on?!"
"WELCOME, FRIENDS," shouted someone on the PA system. "TO RESIDENT EVIL IDOL!!"
