(A/N: Yes, you read the title and summary... [supposedly] and i guess i should begin the story now. don't flame me, cos i think this'll be better than the other one i wrote if you remember... -_-; You know the drill... Invader Zim is NOT mine, i do not own it...)
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MUSIC TO MY NON-EXISTENT EARS
Zim walked down the hallway of the Skool, holding his head up high after getting Dib into lots of trouble and detention. A flock of kids rush over to a part of the wall where the Bulletin Board is. He saw Dib coming his way and tried to act casual.
"So Zim, you finally got me into trouble in any other way besides sitting in your seat and laughing your head off," Dib smirks. "Aren't you going to see what all the kids are looking at?"
Dib gestures to the crowd. Zim turns around, his face twitching.
"I suppose I could look, if it's worth my time."
"It might be Zim. It just might be."
Zim pushes through the crowd, knocking many kids over. He pushes up to the front of the crowd and reads a green sign on the bulletin board.
It reads:
HEY KIDS!!! HAVE YOU ALWAYS LOVED MUSIC? HAVE YOU ALWAYS WANTED TO PLAY MUSIC? WELL THEN YOU'RE IN LUCK! I AM VOLUNTEERING TO DEVELOP A BAND PROGRAM FOR ALL KIDS, RIGHT HERE IN THE SKOOL! IF YOU WANT TO JOIN BAND, PLEASE SEE ME! I CAN PROMISE YOU WILL HAVE LOTS OF FUN!
SIGNED,
MR. ELLIOT
(A/N: Uh, in case you don't remember, Mr. Elliot is Gaz's overly perky teacher...)
Zim yawns.
Dib nudges Zim in the side. "So ZIM, are you going to join the band?"
Dib folds his arms, ready for explaining.
"You know Zim, it is said that the love of music and creating music is a total human feature... It exists in humans."
Dib smirks teasingly.
Zim frowns at Dib.
"IS NOT!!! By saying music is only for humans just proves your selfishness and pride. Plus, I enjoy and appreciate music."
"Oh yea Zim? Like when?! The perpetual screams of human terror?"
Zim's eyes widen then narrow again.
"OF COURSE NOT!!! I love music..."
Zim cocks his head up and remembers a time on Irk. Irkens were eagerly lining up for Operation Impending Doom 1. Zim looks quite younger than he is, and he spots an Irken band on the side, marching behind the Tallest.
Dib slaps Zim across the face.
"Well?! You going to join or what?!"
Zim shakes his head and blinks at Dib. He cracks an evil smile.
"Of... course I am! Stupid Dibhuman!!! I will play music!!!!!
MUAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!"
His laughter rings throughout the Skool.
Suddenly Ms. Bitters slithers out from in behind.
She reads the notice.
"Ah, that crazy piece of..." "...always trying to crush my pride in making kids miserable."
Ms. Bitters growls.
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After Skool, Zim is seen at the back of the building, obviously hiding from Dib so he wouldn't really HAVE to join the band. After all, Zim saw an Irken band, but didn't know how to play an instrument of any sort.
Zim chuckles to himself and trots off... but Dib pulls him from behind.
Zim falls to the ground, facing upward, uttering some Irken curses.
"CURSE YOOOOU!!!"
Dib towers over Zim and cocks his head to the side, smirking evilly.
"You didn't think I'd actually let you go, did I?"
Zim stands up and rubs his head. His eye twitches and he lets out a series of shreiks, growls, and MORE Irken curses.
"GGGRRR!!! RRGH!!! RRR!!! AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! %$@$%$@$%$&^&!!!!"
Dib raises an eyebrow.
"I have no idea what you just said Zim... But anyway, come on! We have to go see Mister Elliot!"
Dib yanks Zim's arm up and pulls him into the Skool.
Inside (what used to be empty) a room is cheery Mr. Elliot, Keef, Zita, some other students, and... Gaz?
"Gaz, what are you doing here?!" Dib shreiks.
Gaz grabs a trombone case from the shelf in the corner and glares menacingly at Dib.
Dib's mouth twitches and walks over to Mr. Elliot.
Mr. Elliot's bright smile nearly blinds Zim and Dib and scares them horribly.
"Why, HELLO!!! It's SO mice to see students having joy, love, and appreciation in music!" Mr. Elliot lets out a sigh. "I'm... so proud! Now, what instrument would you like to play?"
Zim stands in the corner. Dib looks around nervously at the instrument cases lying on the ground.
"Well Dib! Which one?"
Dib shuts his eyes as if afraid, and baguely points in front of him.
Mr. Elliot lets out a squeal of delight.
"Oooh goody! I'm so happy somebody picks this one! We have too many flute players already, you know!"
Mr. Elliot thrusts a heavy case at Dib. He falls to a ground, gasping for air.
"Heh... heeeh... Whu... What am I playing?"
Dib looks at the fairly large rectangular black case in front of him. He undoes the latch and opens up the case.
"I'm playing the tenor saxophone?"
"Very good, Dib!" Says Mr. Elliot, thrusting him a book.
"We'll begin lessons as a band here, and while you're at home you can practice from that Red Book!"
A look of worry and horror crosses Dib's face. "But... But... But what about Zim?! ... And Earth... I have STUFF to do besides messing with this sax!"
Mr. Elliot looks over to Zim who is sitting at a desk in the corner, drumming his fingers on the desk.
"oh yes! And, green child! What is your name?" Mr. Elliot smiles.
Zim stands up placing his left foot on the desk.
"I AM ZIM!!! I AM TO BE CALLED ZIM!!!!!!!!! NOT GREEN CHILD!!! ARRRRGH!!!"
Mr. Elliot stares blankly at Zim and smiles again.
"Well, what instrument would you like to play?"
Zim rolls his eyes, obviously not caring.
"I've play anything you throw at me," Zim says in a monotone voice.
Mr. Elliot observes Zim's face and hands and scans them with his eyes thoroughly.
Zim grows uncomfortable at the staring.
Mr. Elliot finally speaks up. "Zim, do your fingers move fast?"
Zim nods.
Mr. Elliot shakes his head suddenly. "Hm, Zim, do have a strong grasp?
Zim nods again.
Another horribly bright smile spreads across Mr. Elliot's face and he tosses two drumsticks at Zim.
"Great! You can play drums!"
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Anybody surprised yet? Chapter 2 will be up as soon as i think of it without screwing it up! Anyway, i AM making this up off the top of my head, and i hope i don't screw up this time!
invader Zyn Jai
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MUSIC TO MY NON-EXISTENT EARS
Zim walked down the hallway of the Skool, holding his head up high after getting Dib into lots of trouble and detention. A flock of kids rush over to a part of the wall where the Bulletin Board is. He saw Dib coming his way and tried to act casual.
"So Zim, you finally got me into trouble in any other way besides sitting in your seat and laughing your head off," Dib smirks. "Aren't you going to see what all the kids are looking at?"
Dib gestures to the crowd. Zim turns around, his face twitching.
"I suppose I could look, if it's worth my time."
"It might be Zim. It just might be."
Zim pushes through the crowd, knocking many kids over. He pushes up to the front of the crowd and reads a green sign on the bulletin board.
It reads:
HEY KIDS!!! HAVE YOU ALWAYS LOVED MUSIC? HAVE YOU ALWAYS WANTED TO PLAY MUSIC? WELL THEN YOU'RE IN LUCK! I AM VOLUNTEERING TO DEVELOP A BAND PROGRAM FOR ALL KIDS, RIGHT HERE IN THE SKOOL! IF YOU WANT TO JOIN BAND, PLEASE SEE ME! I CAN PROMISE YOU WILL HAVE LOTS OF FUN!
SIGNED,
MR. ELLIOT
(A/N: Uh, in case you don't remember, Mr. Elliot is Gaz's overly perky teacher...)
Zim yawns.
Dib nudges Zim in the side. "So ZIM, are you going to join the band?"
Dib folds his arms, ready for explaining.
"You know Zim, it is said that the love of music and creating music is a total human feature... It exists in humans."
Dib smirks teasingly.
Zim frowns at Dib.
"IS NOT!!! By saying music is only for humans just proves your selfishness and pride. Plus, I enjoy and appreciate music."
"Oh yea Zim? Like when?! The perpetual screams of human terror?"
Zim's eyes widen then narrow again.
"OF COURSE NOT!!! I love music..."
Zim cocks his head up and remembers a time on Irk. Irkens were eagerly lining up for Operation Impending Doom 1. Zim looks quite younger than he is, and he spots an Irken band on the side, marching behind the Tallest.
Dib slaps Zim across the face.
"Well?! You going to join or what?!"
Zim shakes his head and blinks at Dib. He cracks an evil smile.
"Of... course I am! Stupid Dibhuman!!! I will play music!!!!!
MUAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!"
His laughter rings throughout the Skool.
Suddenly Ms. Bitters slithers out from in behind.
She reads the notice.
"Ah, that crazy piece of..." "...always trying to crush my pride in making kids miserable."
Ms. Bitters growls.
*******
After Skool, Zim is seen at the back of the building, obviously hiding from Dib so he wouldn't really HAVE to join the band. After all, Zim saw an Irken band, but didn't know how to play an instrument of any sort.
Zim chuckles to himself and trots off... but Dib pulls him from behind.
Zim falls to the ground, facing upward, uttering some Irken curses.
"CURSE YOOOOU!!!"
Dib towers over Zim and cocks his head to the side, smirking evilly.
"You didn't think I'd actually let you go, did I?"
Zim stands up and rubs his head. His eye twitches and he lets out a series of shreiks, growls, and MORE Irken curses.
"GGGRRR!!! RRGH!!! RRR!!! AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! %$@$%$@$%$&^&!!!!"
Dib raises an eyebrow.
"I have no idea what you just said Zim... But anyway, come on! We have to go see Mister Elliot!"
Dib yanks Zim's arm up and pulls him into the Skool.
Inside (what used to be empty) a room is cheery Mr. Elliot, Keef, Zita, some other students, and... Gaz?
"Gaz, what are you doing here?!" Dib shreiks.
Gaz grabs a trombone case from the shelf in the corner and glares menacingly at Dib.
Dib's mouth twitches and walks over to Mr. Elliot.
Mr. Elliot's bright smile nearly blinds Zim and Dib and scares them horribly.
"Why, HELLO!!! It's SO mice to see students having joy, love, and appreciation in music!" Mr. Elliot lets out a sigh. "I'm... so proud! Now, what instrument would you like to play?"
Zim stands in the corner. Dib looks around nervously at the instrument cases lying on the ground.
"Well Dib! Which one?"
Dib shuts his eyes as if afraid, and baguely points in front of him.
Mr. Elliot lets out a squeal of delight.
"Oooh goody! I'm so happy somebody picks this one! We have too many flute players already, you know!"
Mr. Elliot thrusts a heavy case at Dib. He falls to a ground, gasping for air.
"Heh... heeeh... Whu... What am I playing?"
Dib looks at the fairly large rectangular black case in front of him. He undoes the latch and opens up the case.
"I'm playing the tenor saxophone?"
"Very good, Dib!" Says Mr. Elliot, thrusting him a book.
"We'll begin lessons as a band here, and while you're at home you can practice from that Red Book!"
A look of worry and horror crosses Dib's face. "But... But... But what about Zim?! ... And Earth... I have STUFF to do besides messing with this sax!"
Mr. Elliot looks over to Zim who is sitting at a desk in the corner, drumming his fingers on the desk.
"oh yes! And, green child! What is your name?" Mr. Elliot smiles.
Zim stands up placing his left foot on the desk.
"I AM ZIM!!! I AM TO BE CALLED ZIM!!!!!!!!! NOT GREEN CHILD!!! ARRRRGH!!!"
Mr. Elliot stares blankly at Zim and smiles again.
"Well, what instrument would you like to play?"
Zim rolls his eyes, obviously not caring.
"I've play anything you throw at me," Zim says in a monotone voice.
Mr. Elliot observes Zim's face and hands and scans them with his eyes thoroughly.
Zim grows uncomfortable at the staring.
Mr. Elliot finally speaks up. "Zim, do your fingers move fast?"
Zim nods.
Mr. Elliot shakes his head suddenly. "Hm, Zim, do have a strong grasp?
Zim nods again.
Another horribly bright smile spreads across Mr. Elliot's face and he tosses two drumsticks at Zim.
"Great! You can play drums!"
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Anybody surprised yet? Chapter 2 will be up as soon as i think of it without screwing it up! Anyway, i AM making this up off the top of my head, and i hope i don't screw up this time!
invader Zyn Jai