***IT'S HERE!!! The sequel to screaming lessons is HERE!!! YAY DANCING LESSONS!!! (Or 'How to Enhance Your Dancing in 6 Simple Steps.' Same Fic…)***

(Idol Tour Bus. Danny and Adam are hanging out after a show.)

Danny: I just don't get it.

Adam: What?

Danny: Whenever I dance at a show, people shield their eyes and boo me…

Adam: Well…

Danny: Don't deny it.

Adam: Crap…

Danny: Then when YOU dance…

Adam: Don't give me details. I SEE the things that fans throw onstage.

(Silence.)

Danny: So how many bras do you have now?

Adam: I don't exactly know. I lost count at 57.

(Allison walks in.)

Allison: Hey, guys. Adam? Can I borrow a bra?

Adam: Yeah, sure.

Allison: Thanks.

(Katy bursts into the room.)

Katy: I KNEW IT! Those bitches…

Allison: I TOLD you…

Danny: What?

Allison: Well, Katy had a…theory…

Katy: FANGIRLS ARE GIVING YOU BRAS!

Adam: So? Why do you care?

Katy: BECAUSE I DIDN'T THINK OF IT FIRST!

(Katy throws a bra on Adam's bed then slams the door and leaves.)

Danny: Did you make sure she got her medication today?

Allison: What medication? Oh, I get it… Whatever. So what'cha guys talking about?

Danny: Yes I can!

(Allison laughs.)

Allison: Let's just say, if we had a crappy dancing contest, we all know who would win…

Danny: Bitch! There's no way in hell I'd win!

Allison: Danny's right.

Adam: Oh my Gokey!

Allison: Danny wouldn't JUST win, he'd win HANDS DOWN!

(Adam and Allison laugh.)

Danny: Oh fuck you both.

Allison: Now if it was a SEXY dancing contest…

Adam: I would win!

Allison: No you retard! That guy from America's Got Talent would win!

Adam: Bitch!

Katy: (from outside of room) DID SOMEBODY CALL ME?

Danny: Oh! Allie! You watch AGT?

Allison: No. Katy watches it, and I just saw a really cute guy on it!

Adam: David Hasselhoff?

Allison: No! Some dude named Hair-o or something…

Danny: Oh! Hairo Torres! I love him!

Adam: You do NOT know how gay that just sounded.

Danny: Coming from you, I really don't know how to take that.

Allison: From him, MAJOR compliment!

(Awkward silence.)

Danny: So how am I gonna make my dancing better?

Allison: Hey, do you remember that one time when Adam taught you how to scream?

Danny: NO! That was pure TORTURE!

Adam: That was fun!

Allison: I was thinking…

Danny: Oh, crap. She's THINKING!

Allison: Maybe Hair-o should teach you how to dance!

Danny: And how do we, hmm, I don't know, GET IN TOUCH with this guy! He's busy with America's Got Talent!

Allison: Well, we could talk to Angel and Caylee.

Danny: You mean that crazy obsessed fan girl who gave me crack, broke my heart, and ran off with that other guy?

Adam: (sarcastic) No, the other girls! Ugh…but if they know Hair-o…wait. How do they know Hair-o?

Allison: Katy gave Caylee two tickets and backstage passes to America's Got Talent. They were her "Sorry I tried to murder you" gift.

Danny: But why the hell would Katy say sorry? She didn't apologize for killing Sophia?

Allison: Apparently, she's changed.

Adam: I'm confuzzled.

Allison: She heard a rumor that Adam likes nice girls!

Adam: Shit.

(Silence.)

Danny: So, I say we call the crazy girls, get them to contact Hairo, then have him teach me how to dance so I don't suck anymore!

Allison: It's a plan.

Adam: I'll call Caylee.

Allison: And WHY do you have Caylee's number?

Adam: I'm not a stalker! She's my dealer.

Danny: THAT CRAZY GIRL SELLS YOU CRACK?

Adam: No! I was kidding, dumbass! I'm still not a stalker though!

Danny: Speaking of your crack dealer, I thought he had swine flu.

Adam: He sadly passed. POOR JORGEY! DAMN YOU MASS TRANSIT!

Danny: Oh. Mass transit?

Allison: Your crack dealer's name was Whore-Gay?

Adam: Yes. When he fully recovered from swine flu, he was let out of the hospital. On his way to the subway, he was RAN OVER BY A SUBWAY! OH WHY WHY WHY!

Danny: No comment.

Allison: Whore-Gay! Oh, god, the NAMES some people have!