Authors note: This idea came from a real choir trip. So please review and
tell me what you think! Thanx
~Xera
The Choir Trip
"Now class, you have to wear black on bottom, and white on top today." Mrs. Malonly told her 10th grade choir class.
A 16-year-old Ian Nottingham looked down at his black hooded zip up sweatshirt, and then back at the teacher.
*I don't wear white *
"No, Ian white on top, take it off when we get inside…before we go up on stage to perform." Mrs. Malonly said as she lined people up according to height and voice part.
*I didn't even want to be in stupid choir, I wanted to be in art so I could draw my victims before I kill them, something for me to remember them by. *
"New York High School, please come to the stage." Said a voice on the intercom interrupting Ian's thoughts
Mrs. Malonly marched her choir calls out the stage door. One by one the students filed onto the raisers and waited for everyone to get up. Mrs. Malonly walked on stage and began directing them. She had a weird way for doing that, she jumped around, shook a little, and it was just plain creepy. Ian couldn't help grimacing at all the bright lights, he wasn't used to them, and he liked being in the shadows. He looked at his teacher and almost laughed out loud, but somehow was able to contain it.
"Ha-a-tik-va" The choir was singing Hatikva Israel's nation anthem.
Ian was half way singing when he suddenly realized something horrible…he was still wearing his sweatshirt, and his portable cd player was still playing. He had his hood on over his well loved sniper cap (A/N beanie) and it was zipped up, no easy way to get it off.
*Shit. I've already done this once; one more time won't hurt…hopefully. *
Ian stopped singing, got off the raisers, and made his way to the speakers in front of the stage. He somehow found a plug in and plugged in his cd player. He went to center stage and stood head down, hands behind his back, pressed play, and put the cd player on the stage.
A smooth beat started to flow out of the speakers and the soon-to-be- assassin began to move a bop his head up and down a little. Then gradually began getting his whole body into it.
"I'M TO SEXY, I'M TO SEXY!" Blasted out of the speaker system.
As the music went one Ian did some moves, spun around on his back, snaked across the floor, and then the show began. He strutted to center stage looking awfully cute and manly. He stopped at center stage, turned to the audience, smiled a little, and flipped his hood off. Next he slowly unzipped his sweater in a teasingly way, once that was done he peeled off the sleeves of the sweater, he then swag the sweater a bit. When he was done, he slowly peeled off his sniper cap, letting down shoulder length, brown curly hair. He dropped that one the stage on top of his sweater. Once the hat dropped the hat, he walked causally back up to his place on the raisers.
Girls cheered both from the audience and the raisers, pleased with his little performance.
*Glad that's over with. *
The group began to sing when it was quiet, and all was well for the rest of the day.
~Xera
The Choir Trip
"Now class, you have to wear black on bottom, and white on top today." Mrs. Malonly told her 10th grade choir class.
A 16-year-old Ian Nottingham looked down at his black hooded zip up sweatshirt, and then back at the teacher.
*I don't wear white *
"No, Ian white on top, take it off when we get inside…before we go up on stage to perform." Mrs. Malonly said as she lined people up according to height and voice part.
*I didn't even want to be in stupid choir, I wanted to be in art so I could draw my victims before I kill them, something for me to remember them by. *
"New York High School, please come to the stage." Said a voice on the intercom interrupting Ian's thoughts
Mrs. Malonly marched her choir calls out the stage door. One by one the students filed onto the raisers and waited for everyone to get up. Mrs. Malonly walked on stage and began directing them. She had a weird way for doing that, she jumped around, shook a little, and it was just plain creepy. Ian couldn't help grimacing at all the bright lights, he wasn't used to them, and he liked being in the shadows. He looked at his teacher and almost laughed out loud, but somehow was able to contain it.
"Ha-a-tik-va" The choir was singing Hatikva Israel's nation anthem.
Ian was half way singing when he suddenly realized something horrible…he was still wearing his sweatshirt, and his portable cd player was still playing. He had his hood on over his well loved sniper cap (A/N beanie) and it was zipped up, no easy way to get it off.
*Shit. I've already done this once; one more time won't hurt…hopefully. *
Ian stopped singing, got off the raisers, and made his way to the speakers in front of the stage. He somehow found a plug in and plugged in his cd player. He went to center stage and stood head down, hands behind his back, pressed play, and put the cd player on the stage.
A smooth beat started to flow out of the speakers and the soon-to-be- assassin began to move a bop his head up and down a little. Then gradually began getting his whole body into it.
"I'M TO SEXY, I'M TO SEXY!" Blasted out of the speaker system.
As the music went one Ian did some moves, spun around on his back, snaked across the floor, and then the show began. He strutted to center stage looking awfully cute and manly. He stopped at center stage, turned to the audience, smiled a little, and flipped his hood off. Next he slowly unzipped his sweater in a teasingly way, once that was done he peeled off the sleeves of the sweater, he then swag the sweater a bit. When he was done, he slowly peeled off his sniper cap, letting down shoulder length, brown curly hair. He dropped that one the stage on top of his sweater. Once the hat dropped the hat, he walked causally back up to his place on the raisers.
Girls cheered both from the audience and the raisers, pleased with his little performance.
*Glad that's over with. *
The group began to sing when it was quiet, and all was well for the rest of the day.