Disclaimer: The song American Pie is owned but Don McLean. I don't own My Immortal either. The idea is not mine, it is Hermonie's. I took her idea and adapted it because I didn't understand it. So the idea credit should go to her. I just changed it.
Now onward, to the story!
My Piece of the Pie
A long long time ago
I can still remember
How fanfics used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could write a good romance
And maybe get reviews by the mile
But the uploads made me shiver
As the reviews went up the river
Sappy syndrome I'd type
The characters just weren't ripe
And I don't know if I cried,
When I wrote about why he lied
But something kicked me deep inside
The day, The Order died
So bye-bye to my piece of the pie
Post my stories on the website
But the reviews ran dry
Those good old fics would just sit there and sigh
Sayin this'll be the day the fics die
This'll be the day the fics die
Did you write the book of fun?
And do you know how it took to get it done?
If the forum tells you so,
Do you believe in answered polls?
Can fanfic save your mortal soul?
And I know I update real slow,
I know that you're in love with him,
But I want to rip him limb from limb
You posted up a storm
Man I dig that nonconform
I was a naïve tired author girl
With a dumb idea and a plotting squirrel
But I knew I was out of luck
The day, The Order died
I started ranting
Bye-bye to my piece of the pie
Posted my fanfic on the website
But the reviews ran dry
The good old fics would just sit there and sigh
Sayin, this'll be the day the fics die
This'll be the day the fics die
Now, for ten weeks, we've had the same old fics
And moss grows fat on unused clicks (1)
But that's not how it used to be
When the authors typed for the girls and boys
With ideas coming from you and moi (2)
And a voice that came from deep inside
And while the owner was looking down
The author stole their thinking crown
No courtroom was rehearsed
Ron was thrown away first
And while my friends read a fic of snark
The Cannons practiced in the park (3)
And I wrote stories in the dark
The day, The Order died
I was typing
Bye-bye to my piece of the pie
Post my stories on the website
But the reviews ran dry
Those good old fics would just sit there and sigh
Sayin this'll be the day the fics die
This'll be the day the fics die
Helter skelter in an angry swelter
The fics flew off to find a better shelter
Goin far away and leavin fast
Some of the pages fell on the grass
I sat down on my ass
My best friend watching me in a cast
Then I smelled that sweet perfume
My ipod played that happy tune
Then I got up to dance
But I never got the chance
Cause the bad fic site refused to yield
No one knows how bad it feeled
To recall what was reviewed
The day, The Order died
So bye-bye to my piece of the pie
Post my stories on the website
But the reviews ran dry
Those good old fics would just sit there and sigh
Sayin this'll be the day the fics die
This'll be the day the fics die
We all knew that was not a good threat
A generation lost in net
With no hope to start My Immortal again
So come on guys, start posting again
Write another fanfic quick
Cause flames aren't an author's friend
And as I watched reviewed fly away
My comp was kicked in a fit of rage
No evil born in hell
Could break this devil's spell
And as reviews flew out of sight
To wrong what's wrong and confuse what's right
I saw Satan laugh with delight
The day, The Order died
So bye-bye to my piece of the pie
Post my stories on the website
But the reviews ran dry
Those good old fics would just sit there and sigh
Sayin this'll be the day the fics die
This'll be the day the fics die
I met an author who wrote sad things
And asked her for some happy reads
But she just logged of instead
I went down to the forum once more
Where I'd battled different ships before
But the battle never ceased
And on the author screamed
The readers died, and the ships don't work
Not a word was spoken
The author's brains were broken
And the three characters I admire
Snape-y, Lupin, and Sirius most
They ditched the last book for the coast
The day, The Order died
They started singing
So bye-bye to my piece of the pie
Post my stories on the website
But the reviews ran dry
Those good old fics would just sit there and sigh
Sayin this'll be the day the fics die
This'll be the day the fics die
They started singing
So bye-bye to my piece of the pie
Post my stories on the website
But the reviews ran dry
Those good old fics would just sit there and sigh
Sayin this'll be the day the fics die
Me and my friends call keys clicks.
Pronounce "moy"
The Cannons, you know, the Quidditch team.
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