SUMMERY:
What happens on the tour bus, stays on the tour bus. Snap-shots of the gang while their on tour.
MUST READ!
Hey, so I think I've found a way to get more readers. I originally posted called Word Vomit and only got like five reviews but what I'm doing now is similar but not completely the same. I still want people to give me words but this time I'm going to write oneshots that have to do with what happens while the gang is on tour.
Guidlines for words:
1.) You can submit as many as you want, just don't give me a dictionary page.
2.) You can submit as many times as you want.
3.) You don't have to look in a dictionary for some good words. It can be something near you, like...an ipod.
4.) Don't be mad if you submitted a word and it didn't get picked. This just means I couldn't think of something, yet. I may write one for it later.
5.) Have fun with it!
Example:
Ipod- My Brother (he's too young for fanfiction but wants and account desperately)
Characters- Nate and Caitlyn
"Oh my gosh!" Nate groaned. "Turn it off!"
"Why?" asked Jason.
"I hate this song!" he groaned.
His brothers looked at each other and grinned. "CAN'T READ MY, CAN'T READ MY, NO HE CAN'T READ MY POKER FACE!" they screeched.
"Please!" Nate begged. "Make it stop! No More Gaga!"
"But little brother," Shane smirked. "SHE HAS GOT ME LIKE NOBODY!"
Nate clenched his ears and ran. He ran off the parked tour bus but could still hear Lady Gaga's voice blasting. He sprinted to the next bus, Tess's. Yet he didn't go in because he could here the same song loud and clear. He clenched his ears and continued on to the next bus.
He climbed the stairs and saw Mitchie, reading a magazine and humming the same annoying song everyone else was. She seemed not to notice him and he ignored her. He marched to the back of her bus and found Caitlyn, tapping away on her laptop.
"Where's your ipod?" he demanded.
"Why?" she looked up.
"Where's your stinking ipod?" he raised his voice.
"Again," she elevated hers. "Why?"
"I NEED GOOD MUSIC!" he insisted.
She laughed and motioned to her bunk. He grabbed it and scrolled through the play list. He stopped at a Beatle's song. "Thanks" he stated.
"No problem" she answered. "Are you going to tell me why you couldn't use your own?"
"Shane replaced all my songs with-"
He was suddenly interrupted by Shane, Jason, Tess, and Mitchie barging in and screaming, off key, "CAN'T READ MY POKER FACE!"
So there's an example! So now that you get the idea, don't you want to review:)
