For people who'd like to read something actually funny, lifeisveryshorsoami and I have teamed up to write our take on SWAC season 2's future 4th episode "The Legend of Candy Face" premiering APRIL 11!!!!! We're trying to finish the story hopefully by then! It's called "The Legend of Candy Face Unabridged" under our shared username "short . Memories" where you can find us under fanfiction . Net / ~shortmemories . So PLEASE review it! It's incredibly hilarious!!!
Thanks to EVERYONE who's reviewed just the first promo. Promise—this will be the last teaser promo. And a "warning"--the first chapter is the hilarious one of all! So even if you don't like dark stuff, read the actual first chapter that'll be updated next because it's so wacky and insane and hilarious—I mean, we have a montage there. With fluffy cheesy music and all that...man, it's gonna be HA-LAIR-EE-OUS!
Please listen to "Harry and Hermione" from Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince which you can find here: http : // www . youtube . com / watch ? v = AVv9UdoLlG0 (delete the spaces)
You MUST remember though that you'll have to play the whole song 2 times—it totally fits this teaser promo then! AND....try pausing the music if you're reviewing as you write. Or if that's too much work for you, reread it after you review with the music playing twice as you read.
Would anyone like to analyze whose or what side is the person at the end on?
Oh holy Channyness, I forgot! =D My actual moving-with-sound trailer movie thingy's up! PLEASE watch it and comment about it either here in your review or ….yeah, do it here. Or send me a message please! Here's the link! http: //smg . photobucket . com / albums / v479 / talukderr / ? action = view & current = S4P2Trailer . flv (no spaces)
Dark sky wallowed in heavy despair. And yet, there was room for the sun to appear right now. It was clouded with hovering storminess that rained down like heaven itself knew that tears were made for this day. It was like... the sun was forced into submission and abuse of something mightier, forbidding its light to shine down on itself and others. And when its finally free from the chains of torment, only one thought crosses its mind: "Why should I even come out? What's the use?" Its purpose is to rebel, just out of childish stubborn. Granted, it was night. 6:56 pm to be exact. But sun, moon. Same difference. Each could light up the sky, each could have set events right, illuminating people to know what laid ahead—they didn't.
The commissary stood unusually quiet with only a few chairs with occupants—Nico and Grady precisely. There would had appeared to be nothing out of place—both pals, side by side, having a light snack. Then why did the eyes never leave the TV screen, turned on to Tween Weekly TV—the channel to get all your latest source of the popular stars
…how unfortunate.
It wasn't necessarily the rerun of "Seen that Scene?" that captivated the usually perky Random boys as it was the "countdown" on the lower right hand corner of the screen to the "unveiling" of Santiago and Sharona's collaborated footage taken…of Sonny's sleepover. The footage, without doubt, that would ruin their status as "the biggest stars," their reputations of being extraordinary unlike normal kids.
…Four minutes til the apocalypse
With the truth announcing in a matter of minutes, along with Chad's humility and both of their shows' forced resignation, Zora began remodeling the Prop House. No "Goodbyes" to the green couch whose seats hid treasures of wonders, no end greeting to the sarcophagus or the wax cowboy. No nothing. In there, the Prop House TV screen was the only source of motion, of sound, of something with any life or spirit in it. Grunting as she tried shoving the boxes to get it to start moving, a specific nasally voice caught her attention.
"Sharona here, delivering you the truth as it is!" The redheaded woman cheekily smugged. Zora frowned at the screen. If looks were daggers, the TV would have been skewered at thousand times.
"And reporting to you live is Santiago Geraldo, from the best source of your latest teen stars, Tween Weekly!" he winked suavely at the camera.
"Three minutes til our feature presentation of uncovered raw footage. Girls, watch this," a dangerous gleam sparkled in the woman's eye, "because our sources reveal that Chad Dylan Cooper, star of Mackenzie Falls, is connected somehow to this audacious footage!"
"And listen up, folks," Santiago took over from there. "This rare footage has a star's job and life on hand. A supposed "prank call"," the man emphasized as if the word was foreign to the acts of what people on the A-list did, "was made to Condor from one of his very own stars!"
Sharona mocking gasped before pulling a daring smile together. "Scandal! Stay tuned!"
Hugging one another in their beautifully furnished apartment, Tawni and her mother sat comfortably on their lynx-fur covered couch watching the same commercial as her cast mates did at other locations. Both of their faces had streaks of washed-out make-up training down their cheeks. Silently weeping her tears brimmed at corner of her eyes, Tawni tried smiling encouragingly to Tammi as if to show she was ready for this—she was strong enough to lift up her own spirit. Tammi, brushing her sweet beautiful daughter's tears, hugged her little star close to her chest as they silently watched their end of their current lives coming into play.
The Munroe apartment stood in uncomfortable silence, the quiet overwhelming the ever-hoping optimistic thoughts, creating the final walls of solitude for Sonny. Hugging the pillow that had engulfed so many of her tears and screams and pain in the last two weeks, the girl felt nauseated, as if getting rid of her insides would be ingenious compared to forcing her eyes to watch the apocalypse about to play on her TV. Her mother was out, leaving Sonny in her almost-used-to-state of depression. Her heart was sinking into an ocean's stoic abyss. She was far past the rolling waves that slashed the body like a doll, tossing and burning your face, each touch of icy cruel water a sting to your flesh. The lower you sank, the worse it was until down below at the ocean floor...
you were nothing but a burden with pressure.
Feeling the conundrum of pressure on top of your soul, your future was bleak in the dark ocean with no light to shine. The only other creatures around you are devilish, with a black heart stowed away from the goodness. All alone.
Sonny's swollen tears fought and mocked as they tried to escape past Sonny's weak defenses. Too numb to cry though, her eyes locked onto the countdown.
1 minute 4 seconds left.
Inside the medical clinic, soft voices echoed within the hallways—the voices of patients mumbling or directions being given to the nurses and the occasional baby who cried. Inside a room, like all the other ordinary rooms compiled within the same hallway, was a young man. And extraordinary star. Who lost his faith, his heart, his friends, his appreciation on all values. To an extent, physically and morally, his life.
The room was nearly quiet as the rest of the hospital, all but for the beeping of the heart monitoring system and the TV playing attached to the wall. For some odd reason, the boy, as he continued to drift in and out of conscience, had made a request to make sure the TV was on at this exact channel at 7pm. Surely it would be some interesting footage but for an death-impaled boy who, in all reality, was still clinging on to the threads of life, shouldn't had made this request as a priority.
"Well, whadif ya fall asleep through it all, dear?" the southern-accented nurse softly asked, checking that all his vitals were normal.
"I won't be," he mumbled, the drugs in his system on full effect. Now with his eyes bandaged with cotton bandage wrapped around his whole head, the teen sighed, wincing at the pain in his whole body from the trivial action. Impulsed to slap the beeper off, his ears strained to block the beeps from whatever sounds he could make out from the TV.
"15 seconds til the exclusive footage! Hope you all enjoy it!" Sharona smiled professionally at the camera. It occurred to the boy that there was a smug underneath her nasally voice. "Let's countdown, shall we?"
With each second being counted down, the teen could hear his thudding heartbeat rampaging louder, as if an aneurysm would occur and he'd choke on his own internal bleeding. Should the stupid beeper thing be going off like crazy, alerting the doctor? But now for some reason, unlike all the others whose jobs and lives were at stake, he welcomed, and accepted, defeat.
10 seconds left to go.
Now the people who mattered most to him would know his secrets, by not knowing what he had done in his childhood until now.
The games, the laughs, the friendships. It would all be revealed.
9
Taking another strained inferno-burning sigh, the boy's lips, which was really all that could be seen because of the wrapped bandages over the top half of his head, they twitched. And twitched more and more violently until they slowly formed into a peaceful, an almost cruel smile.
The scorns, the mocks, the destruction of his rep and his life would all be here just too soon.
8
If fatal embarrassment was in his fate, he'd take the Randoms with him.
7
He had never figured how he actually came to be ready for his demise. He was ready to forget about what he'd just lived through, all his efforts to steal back the tape. It was no use carrying those burdening thoughts now.
6
You know what? He should just forget about the abuse he took, throughout his entire lifetime, from both "friends" and "family", bosses and agents. It wasn't worth it. Any of it.
5
None of it's ever really mattered, the young man thought. Trying to get the tape was such a waste of time when my vengeance could have been easily done with the tape. It'll make people laugh so much, it'll hurt. Wonder if it'll hurt the Randoms as well.
4
You guys better remember me, he made a mental note as if he were sending the thoughts directly into all the Randoms' mind. All that I ever did for you, what I'm doing for you now. You guys better it that with you forever—you'll never think twice about my betrayal again. Especially you, Sonny.
3
Sonny, you lied to me. You deliberately made me lie for you and lose my humanity. And what? All for a stupid tape? You knew I loved you and all of the sudden, Little Miss Comedy goes and gets herself all dramatic and now I'm at the losing side of this game.
I haven't lost yet.
Oh, will you be in for a surprise, the star's near-cruel smile now stretched into a sinful one. Sonny, go ahead and cry. But for you, it'll all be worth it.
2
I love you, Sonny.
1
He was surprised by how calm his heart was—how it was able to act so normal minus the pain. He was still alive, right?
Zero.
"Two weeks ago," smugged Santiago. "A sleepover took place. But not your average one."
Beep.
Flat-line.
∞ξ§*˜˙˚º•~†~•º˚˙˜*§ξ
You loved her
And confessed,
knowing
she USED you
LOVE
FRIENDSHIP
HOPE
NEVER EXISTED
~*~Loneliness~*~
~*~Hatred~*~
~*~Despair~*~
...is all you ever knew...
"...We have to get the tape. Without it,
we're ruined..."
Welcome to the fallout
Welcome to resistance
Everyone's here
May not know who's on whose side
...But everyone's here...
Sunshine
Shall
Shame
Sanity
Particularly
Painfully
S4P2
Coming soon on FanFiction . net
∞ξ§*˜˙˚º•~ † ~•º˚˙˜*§ξ∞
∞...Some ӂ times...∞
ξ˚..someone says...˚ξ
§something pretty§
˙*...painful...*˙
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