A/N: Well, here is a little One-shot of what I think Brad's thinking about while Mike and Mr. Shue are singing Make 'em laugh.
I suggest watching the video of them performing it first.
Mike Chang is annoying. Well, he's annoying me at the moment. He's sitting next to mean, leaning over my beautiful piano and talking about some dance move that he just learned, as if I care. Which I don't. I'm just sitting here, acting like I'm listening and nodding when I felt it was necessary to nod. We are sitting on the stage in the auditorium while everyone around us are setting up for some production that I'm not involved in. I'm just here to play a random tune from time to time to make sure no one gets bored.
Mike Chang suddenly stopped talking, and looked over the piano. I silently thanked whoever it was that made Mike stop and looked over. Mr. Shue is standing over my piano, looking down at Mike. And here I thought he was sick. What a liar.
"Mr. Shue! So glad you're better! We can't win sectionals without you."
Well obviously not, Mike. He's kinda your director. Wow, this kid is daft.
"Mike, I know. Now, I'm going to run through a number here, and after a bit your gonna join in. Got it?"
"Got it."
"Alright."
Well, Will seems extremely enthusiastic. That means he either wants me to sing something by Journey or some huge show-tune with lots of dancing. He motions with his hand for me to start playing, so I just play a few random notes to see what he starts to sing. Wow, these people expect me to read minds or something. Can't they just tell me what to play before singing? Is that really so hard?
Though the world is full of a number of things,
I'm sure we should all be as happy as, but are we?
Oh, he's singing this song. Was it really so hard to just ask me to play Make 'Em Laugh?
No!
Will suddenly bangs down on my keys. I look up at him, surprised.
Defiantly no!
He bangs down on them again! Will! Stop! Let me play!
Decidedly no!
He bangs down again! Alright I give up, he can play if he wants. I just throw my hands up, surrendering.
Uh-uh.
Oh my God. Will just STOMPED down on my keys. He STEPPED on them. How can he even reach his foot up that high to step on them? What is wrong with this guy?
Short people have looong faces
and big people have little faces
Big people have little humor
and small people have no humor at all
And in the words of an immortal god
Samuel J Snodgrass
Will jumps on top of my piano and holds his hand out to Mike. Damn it Shuester! Get off my piano! It's not meant for sitting on!
As he was about to be lead to the guillotine
Wait, somethings wrong. I look over to the left side of the piano and see Mick walking on my piano. MIKE IS WALKING ON MY PIANO. What is wrong with him? Doesn't he realize that this is an instrument, not some dance floor?
Make 'em laugh
Make 'em laugh
Thank god, they finally got off my piano.
Jeeze, don't these people have any respect?
Don't you know everyone wants to laugh?
Ow! What? Why are they hitting me with hats? What the hell did I ever do to them? Ow! Stop hitting me!
My dad said, be an actor my son
Wow, now they're on the floor. Well that's normal. At least they're leaving me alone.
but be a comical one.'
They'll be standing in lines
for those old honky tonk monkeyshines
Wait are they doing scissor kicks? What? Why?
Now you can study Shakespeare and be quiet elite
What kind of fancy move did they just do with their hats? Wow I need to learn how to do that...
And you can charm the critics and have nothing to eat
Just slip on a banana peel
The world's at your feet
Wait, why are they now sitting next to me? Oh god now they're leaning on me! Get off me! How 'bout you don't touch me, kay?
Make 'em laugh
Now they're putting their hats on my head? Why? I don't want their hats! Just cause they don't want the poor hats doesn't mean they can just hand them off to me…
Make 'em laugh
Actually, I kind of like the Fedora, I think I'll keep that one. But that other hat… ew.
Make 'em laugh
Make 'em…
Okay, so Mike fell the floor and Will is sitting on a plank of wood. Is this considered normal nowadays? Ya know, I actually should be used to this by now… the glee club kids are always doing things like this...
Make 'em laugh
Don't ya know everyone wants to laugh
My grandpa said go out and tell 'em a joke
And now Mike hit his head on said plank of wood and has fallen to the ground… someone should bring him to a hospital to see if he got a concussion.
but give it plenty of hope
Shue! Check if this kid's got a concussion! God damn it, stop dancing!
Let 'em roar, let 'em scream
Take a fall
But a wall
Split a seam
Oh, he's dancing again. Okay I bet he's fine.
You start off by pretending your a dancer with grace
You wiggle 'til they're giggling all over the place
Now they're climbing on sofas? Ugh, the furniture is gonna get ruined and they won't be able to use it for their stupid show and damn it Will, stop ruining kid's dreams of using sofas for shows!
and then you get a great custard pie in the face
Make 'em laugh
Make 'em laugh
Make 'em laugh
Wait, what's that Artie kid doing? Is he folding a sheet? Wow, he's been spending like five minutes trying to fold that sheet. Someone should really help him out. Seriously, he looks like he's having some trouble. I'd help but… I'm playing the piano… and no one interrupts me when I play the piano…
And what's with the goggles? He's not doing anything that could hurt his eyes, he's just folding a freaking sheet! Sometimes I worry about these glee clubbers.
Oh, crap. I think Shue just ran into a door. Really Will? I think you need to get your eyes checked or something…
Make 'em laugh
Make 'em laugh
Don't ya know everyone wants to laugh?
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Wait, do those guys need medical attention? They're rolling around on the floor and laughing…
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
No, not medical attention. I think they need to be checked into the Asylum or something.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Make 'em laugh
Hahahahahahahaha
Make 'em laugh
Hahahahahaha
Make 'em laugh
Hahahaha
Make 'em laugh
Make 'em laugh
Make 'em laugh
And now they've fallen to the floor. Great. Well I'm not helping them up. Hey! Maybe that Artie kid can help after he's finally done folding that sheet.
A/n: Sorry for the crap ending. I hope you all liked it. I might end up doing more songs from Brad's POV, so if you have any suggestions, please let me know!
Review and all that jazz!
