AN: Hey guys, what's up? Y'all can call me Flame or Blaze, either is fine 'cause fire is my passion. FYI, this is my very first PPG fanfic ever, so I hope you all enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters, which belong to the masterminds at Cartoon Network, and the amazing Bleedman! I only own the OC's created by yours truly, but I think it shall be obvious which characters are mine, at least I hope so.
Okay, now I'm serious, let us begin. I must warn you, I am addicted to writing in present time. Ex: Called v.s. Calls, I say Calls.
No One's POV
"Hello Townsville!" calls out a young man with brown hair as he sits on a couch on a television set. "Welcome to Good Evening Townsville! I'm your host, Mikey Nichols, and Good Evening!"
Cued up applause rings out as the host says his catchphrase.
"Now tonight, we have some extremely special guest stars tonight." Mikey continues. "Please welcome, The Element Girls!"
Onto the stage walks out first a girl with red hair that reaches her waist, in a blazing red and pink off-shoulder shirt with a fire icon, black jeans, black high-heeled boots, and pink eyes. She waves to the audience and holds up one finger with her other hand on her hip: her signature pose. The crowd cheers louder. She then sits down on a couch across from the host.
Following her is a blonde girl with dazzling blue eyes, hair held up in curly twin tails - kind of like Hatsune Miku's, but only long enough to reach her mid-back – wearing a blue crop-top with a white tank-top underneath, white skinny jeans, blue low-cut heeled boots. In her hair is a water-droplet-shaped hairpin, holding back long bangs. She holds up two fingers in a peace sign and winks, showing the audience her own pose, which earns her applause. She then joins her red-headed friend on the couch.
Then walks in a girl with short black hair that reaches her shoulders. She wears a lime-green tank top with a long-sleeved black shirt under it, and some matching green Vans. She also has on black skinny jeans and a leaf charm is hanging from a belt loop on her pants. She kisses the center three fingers on her right hand and holds them up – not unlike an action done in the Hunger Games – grinning the whole time, her green eyes bright. The crowd goes wild and she takes her place next to her friends.
Finally, a silver-haired girl with grey eyes walks on stage, with a white hoodie over a grey shirt with a gust of wind printed on it. She has on white jeans like her blonde friend, and drumsticks stick out of her grey boots. She holds up two horizontal peace signs with her hands, having one over her eyebrows, and the other under her chin. The crowd applauds and she sits next to her friends.
"Welcome girls!" Mikey says, shaking each girl's hand warmly.
"Thank you for inviting us Mikey." replies the red-head.
"Now, why don't you introduce yourselves to those who aren't familiar with you."
"Sure." says the red-head. "I'm Flame, and I'm the lead guitarist of the Element Girls."
The blonde speaks up next. "My name is River, and I play the keyboard."
"I'm the bass player, Vine." says the black-haired girl.
"I'm Breeze, the drummer." announces the grey-eyed girl.
"So, girls, how does it feel to be going on your first tour?" Mikey asks.
"I think I can speak for all of us when I say we're super pumped!" Flame says, smiling.
"I'm sure the rest of America is, too!" Mikey replies, laughing. "Now, tell us about your numbers, what do they represent?"
"Well," Flame starts. "I'm number One, only because the others insisted that I was the leader." The other three girls nod and try to not burst out laughing on live TV.
"I was going to be number four, because I'm the youngest." River says. "But Vine and Breeze said that I didn't look good holding up two peace signs and winking, so they bumped me up to number two."
"I'm was going to be number two, but I was no way gonna hold up a peace sign. That, and I had invented the little Hunger Games move, and the others said I was the Katniss Everdeen of the group." Vine says, laughing.
"I'm number four, not only because all of the other numbers were taken," Breeze explains. "but also because I looked the coolest with my double peace signs." She does the pose she did earlier while sitting down, earning a few cheers in response.
"How interesting!" Mikey replies. "Another question, how many instruments can you girls play?"
Breeze answers for the group this time. "We can all play the electric guitar, bass guitar, keyboard, and drums, just in case one of us is absent and that specific instrument is needed. However, the instruments we usually play will always remain our favorites."
"Okay, final question of the night: What is your favorite part about being in a girl band together?" Mikey asks.
"Well, there are a lot of answers for that." River says. "We've talked about that before, and our top answers are travelling, the opportunity to do something we love: music, and meeting new people everywhere we go. My personal favorite is meeting new people because you know you're doing something right when there are people saying, "Hey, you're doing great, keep it up." And you just get this feeling that makes you feel like you can do anything!"
Flame, Vine, and Breeze all nod in agreement with River's words.
"Thank you girls!" Mikey says to the four seventeen year-old girls. "And that's all we have time for today folks, so this is Mikey Nichols and the Element Girls, saying,"
"Good Night Townsville!" all five say to the camera and audience.
A few minutes later . . .
"That was fun!" River says, throwing her hands up into the air.
"Sure was Bubbles." Flame says.
"Blossom, grab your guitar, we need it in the bus." Vine says to the girl in red.
"On it." Blossom grabs her red guitar and gives it to Vine. "Thanks Buttercup."
"No problem." The green-eyed girl takes the guitar and climbs onto a tour bus with it.
"Bell, you comin'?" Blossom calls out.
"Coming!" says the silver-eyed girl, running after her sisters and jumping onto the bus.
A few weeks and months later . . .
"So . . . tired." says Buttercup as she kicks off her shoes.
"Same here." murmurs a drowsy Blossom.
"Tomorrow, we go home." Bubbles says, leaning back in her seat on their private jet.
"And the day after that, school." Bell mutters, closing her eyes. "What are we gonna do when we go to school anyways?"
"Simple, we use our real names, and just . . . be ourselves." Blossom says.
"Sweet." Buttercup replies. A few moments later, the tomboy starts snoring quietly.
"So . . . excited." Bubbles yawns.
"Let's sleep, we have a big day tomorrow." Blossom says.
Soon, all four sisters are fast asleep on the jet.