"Great just absolutely perfect! Why these girls can't keep there legs closed is beyond me!" Velma Von Tussle exclaimed as Corny informed her that one of their council girls would have to be off the show on a count of pregnancy, and that they would need to hold auditions for a replacement.
"I know Velma I didn't even see it coming."
"Well whatever the show starts in like half and hour, so I need you to inform the other council members that she will be leaving for a period of time, but don't tell them why. Then at the end of the show announce that we will be holding auditions tomorrow sometime during school, because that way we will only get the really committed and talented girls out to audition."
"But Velma that promotes cutting class, I don't think we can do that."
"Yes we can, now just go and talk to the council kids. Alright?"
"Fine." Corny finished storming off.
"Ugh, he's such a child." Velma muttered to herself, as she headed off to talk to the boss about the time of the auditions.
Across town in a small dance studio just twenty minutes away form the high school, Annabelle petite 17 year old auburn haired girl, pirouetted and piqued around the studio to swan lake. She loved the feeling of the movements of ballet, it was just such a beautiful form of dancing. As the music came to an end she plopped herself down on the floor and started her cool down. Looking up she sighed, if only her mother understood how important and beautiful ballet was to her. but all she cared about was that Corny Collins show and how they danced, if you could even call it dancing. All those kids could do was wail their arms around step to the time of some pop tart music. It was pitiful really, but that was what her mother pushed her to be like. "Why can't you just dance like those kids. Don't you want to go somewhere in that business. Try and get on the show. Stop with that art you call ballet, it's nothing like what those kids can do." God she just knew nothing.
Taking one final deep stretch and putting her nose to he ground, Annabelle rose from her spot on the ground, gathered her stuff and headed home.
"Hey there teenage Baltimore" Great just what I wanted to hear when I come through the door.
Annabelle thought to herself as she prepared her after dance meal like every other normal day of her life. Her mother idolized the kids off the Corny Collins show, and pushed her daughter to become just like them. But Annabelle completely despised them. As she her meal she could hear the shows host's voice booming from the TV.
"Corny Collins show! Brought to you by
Ultra Clutch Hairspray!"
Yah Ultra Clutch the most chemically induced crap to ever seep into our environment, disgusting.
"Ev'ry afternoon
When the clock strikes four
(bop-bee-ba, ba-ba-ba-ba, bee-ba)
A crazy bunch of kids
Crash through that door
(bop-bee-ba, ba-ba-ba-ba, bee-ba)"
Wow the most honest line in that whole little song. "Crazy kids" you got that right. You'd have to be crazy to ever wanna dance like they do!
They throw off their coats
And leave the squares behind
And then they shake it, shake it, shake it
Like they're losing their mind
You'll never see them frown
'Cause they're the nicest kids in town
Lie. You defiantly see them frown, especially that little frosted pop tart Amber. Always whines about something.
Every afternoon
You turn your T.V. on
(na, na, na, na, na, na-na-na-na)
And we know you turn the sound up
When your parents are gone, yeah
(na, na, na, na, na, na-na-na-na)
God lord. I wish I could turn it DOWN!
And then you twist and shout
For your favorite star
And once you've practiced every step
That's in your repertoire
You better come on down
And meet the nicest kids in town
Yah TWIST the volume knob, and SHOUT at my mom to stop watching this crap.
Nice white kids
Who like to lead the way
And once a month
We have our "negro day!"
And I'm the man who keeps it spinnin' round
Mr. Corny Collins
With the latest, greatest Baltimore sound!!
Wow way to subtly point out that they're all white. NOT.
So every afternoon
Drop everything
(bop-bee-ba, ba-ba-ba-ba, bee-ba)
Who needs to read and write
When you can dance and sing?
(bop-bee-ba, ba-ba-ba-ba, bee-ba)
Forget about your algebra
And calculus
You can always do your homework
On the morning bus
Can't tell a verb from a noun
They're the nicest kids in town
AHAHAH "Can't tell a verb from a noun." who writes this that's just funny. I bet they don't even know their being called dumb on local TV.
Roll Call!!
COUNCIL MEMBERS
I'm Amber!
Brad!
Tammy!
Fender!
Brenda!
Sketch!
Shelley!
Lou Ann!
And I'm...LINK!
(All of the girls scream.)
Oh lord that Link has to have an ego check REALLY soon, before he knows it his head'll be too big to fit in the damn tv station.
CORNY (& COUNCIL MEMBERS)
So, if every night you're shaking
As you lie in bed
(mony-mony, ooh, mony-mony)
And the bass and drums
Are pounding in your head
(mony-mony, ooh, mony-mony)
Who cares about sleep
When you can snooze in
School?
They'll never get to college
But they sure look cool
Don't need a cap and a gown
'Cause they're the nicest
Kids in town
They're the nicest. Nicest
They're the nicest, nicest
They're the sugar 'n' spicest,
The nicest kids in...
Kids in town!
Good now I can eat in peace!
"ANNABELLE!" Great what did her mother want now?
"yes mother?"
"Get in your room and start practicing those Corny Collins dance moves. You're going to try out for the Corny Collins show!"
"What? NO! I hate that show, why would I want to put myself through some crappy audition for something that is so stupid."
As she finished saying all this she knew she shouldn't have, she should have just agreed and gone to her room to vent. She saw that look in her mom's eye, the same look she got every time Annabelle mentioned wanting to be a Prima Ballerina, or teach Ballet. Annabelle braced herself for what came next. She was so shocked the first time her mother had hit her, that she didn't speak for a whole week afraid she might say something to set her off. But that didn't help, apparently she couldn't do anything to her mothers high standards. So after that week she learned to talk little, make her self scarce, and always agree with her mother. This helped lower the amounts of times she got the shit slapped out of her. Unfortunately for Annabelle she was built very petite and even though she had muscles from dancing it was never enough to over power her mother.
After her mother threw her inside her room, she slammed the door shut and locked it, yelling at Annabelle that she would go to that audition and that she better get on the show or else. Annabelle walked into her small en suite bathroom, and began to clean the blood from her lip, and out a cold cloth over her right eye where some bruising and swelling had started because her mother had layed one on her fairly hard. She also wrapped a brace around the wrist that her mother had twisted to prevent her from running away. After her routine self health check she put on the music that Corny and his merry clan of morons danced to and began to practice.