This is my second Xiaolin Showdown fanfic. I thought about this when I fell asleep with my mp3 still on. Yes, it is a musical. If you don't like that, then 'Beat It.' It's sorta like a high school musical, only, well, different. Point is, Kimiko and Raimundo hate eachother. Their friends go along the same lines. If you wanna know their friends, then visit 'The Soc And The Greaser,' by me. I'm not gonna waste my time on explaining them to you. Anyway, they hate eachother, and have been competing in the talent show as singers. What happens when they are forced to work together? Read and find out.
All the songs that will be in this story will be on youtube, so you can listen while you read.
The song in this chapter will be 'Keep on Dancing' by No Doubt.
Kimiko's POV
Finally, my time to shine.
I have been waiting in line for the talent show for over a half-hour. Every fricken year Raimundo and I tie for first place. This year, I'm taking home the gold.
"Next!" called the music teacher, Ms. Shanning. She was just a grumpy old lady that still believed in all that classical junk. Did I say junk? I ment crap. I swear, last year, she got up on stage and started playing Mozart. Everyone, even the principal feel asleep before the show started.
I got up on stage, and handed the assistant a C.D. with the song I would be singing to.
Ms. Shanning, who was slouching in her seat, looking bored, sat up straighter, looking forward to my try-out.
"Well Miss Tohomiko," she said, "what will you be singing for me this year?" For a grumpy old lady, she loved me. Unfortunately, she loved Raimundo too. But for now, I put him out of my mind.
I smiled, and said, "This year, I'll be singing 'Keep On Dancing'."
Her assistant, which also happened to be one of my best friends, Judy, gave me a thumbs-up, and started the music.
A couple of beats, then I started to sing.
"The waves keep on crashing on me for some reason.
But your love keeps coming like a thunder bolt.
Come here a little closer.
'Cause I wanna see you baby real close up.
Get over here.
You got me feeling hella good.
So lets just keep on dancin'.
You hold me like you should.
So I'm gonna keep on dancin'.
A performance deserving of standing ovations.
And who would of thought it'd be the two of us.
I didn't think it was ever gonna happen.
So don't wake me if I'm dreaming.
'Cause I'm in the mood come on and give it up.
You've got me feeling hella good.
So lets just keep on dancing.
You hold me like you should.
So I'm gonna keep on dancing.
You've got me feeling hella good.
So lets just keep on dancing.
You hold me like you should.
So I'm gonna keep on dancing.
Ooh yeah yeah.
Ooh yeah yeah.
You've got me feeling hella good.
So lets just keep on dancing.
You hold me like you should.
So I'm gonna keep on dancing.
You've got me feeling hella good.
So lets just keep on dancing.
You hold me like you should.
So I'm gonna keep on dancing.
Keep on dancing.
Keep on dancing.
I finished the song, panting slightly.
Ms. Shanning was looking pretty thoughtful. I guess it was because it was pretty fast compared to the music she likes listening to.
"So," I said, "how'd I do?"
She looked at me for a second, and said, "Well Miss Tohomiko, for the seventh year in a row, you made it in.
"Yes!" I yelled as I punched the air. "By the way," I said, calming down a bit, "do you know who will be closing up the show this year?"
"Well that depends," she said carefully.
"Depends on what?" 'Please don't let it be Raimundo. Please don't let it be Raimundo.'
"Depends on whether Raimundo decides to show up this year."
Now that one took me by surprise. "Raimundo hasn't shown up yet?"
"No. And if he doesn't show up soon, then he won't be in the show at all."
I think my heart just exploded. I ran up on stage to tell Judy, although she probably already knows.
"Judy! Judy!"
She turned around and stared at me. Usually, she's the one yelling my name like a crazy weirdo.
"Raimundo might not come this year! Raimundo might not come this year! I finally will be able to take home the trophy!"
"Chill, girl! I'm right here! Besides, I already know. I've been watching the new talent all day, remember?"
"Oh, right. Sorry. I'm just so excited that I might be able to win this year!"
Someone, who was not either me, nor Judy laughed. It was Raimundo.
"What's so funny?" I spat at him.
"Nothing," he said in that oh so annoying, sing-song voice. "Just that you think that you're going to win this year."
Okay, not much of an ending. But the next chapter WILL be better. So I've got nothing to say right now, so review. Check you later!